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themarvelproject · 8 months
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X-Factor by Walt Simonson from the cover of X-Men Legends #3 (2021)
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the-widow-sisters · 2 years
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Turd
Summary: When Natasha has a rough day at work and then has to come home and do paperwork in her office, Yelena makes it her mission to cheer her up and connive her into taking a break. And fortunately, she has just the thing to aggravate-- ahem, assist-- her big sister.
A/N: Thank you so, so much to @shiningstarr15 for the request! I’m sorry it took me a while to finally get to this one! Hopefully it was worth the wait, though! 🥰 I feel like this one came out as a bit of a mess, but that might be because I watched Spider-Man: No Way Home tonight and it just broke me in half 🥺😭 Maybe it turned out okay, though!
I hope you all enjoy! 💖
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  “Hey, how was the meeting?” Yelena questioned curiously from where she was lounging on the couch as Natasha came through the front door.
  Natasha had been at the compound at a stressful meeting with the other Avengers. She had been able to keep Yelena from being required to go, but she herself had not been so lucky. Yelena was officially an Avenger, but the only ones that were really required to come to basically every meeting were the original six.
  And now that she had finally gotten to go home, she was having to do more work. It was paperwork that had been sprung on her last minute, and being the way that she was, she was far too stubborn to turn it down or to say that she would rather distribute the work.
  Natasha let out a deep sigh, shaking her head slowly as she grasped her bag and shut the door behind her. She locked it carefully before placing her purse on the counter and starting toward her office in the rear parts of the house.
  She felt Yelena’s eyes on her as she passed around the back of the couch. As soon as she was even with her sister, she paused and leaned down, kissing her forehead where Yelena had bent her head back to look at her. Yelena closed her eyes, smiling a little with happiness as she remained still.
  “Got a lot of work left to do, little one… If you need me, I’ll be in my office,” Natasha told her gently, and Yelena nodded slowly, looking at her with those beautifully concerned honey greens.
  “Okay… You alright?” Yelena questioned, looking at Natasha upside down. Natasha felt her heart swell with fondness as she thought of their special connection with being upside down.
  “I’m just really tired, sweet girl,” Natasha explained, and Yelena just gazed at her with concern, reaching her hand up to grasp Natasha’s arm gently.
  Natasha searched her face affectionately, taking in her baby sister’s features and trying to keep the beauty and love in her face tucked away in her mind so that she could have something to comfort herself while she doubtlessly spent the entire of the day working.
  “You sure you shouldn’t take a break before you start working more?” Yelena suggested, and Natasha shook her head, exhaustion seeping into her gaze and her posture as she allowed herself to be vulnerable in the company of her baby sister.
  “I don’t think I have time, Lenochka,” Natasha replied, love radiating in her chest as she looked down at her baby sister. Yelena’s eyes softened, and Natasha let out a breath, her hand running along Yelena’s cheek softly.
  “I love you… You know where to find me if you need me,” Natasha declared gently, and Yelena nodded somewhat sadly. Natasha then moved away, hesitantly heading toward her office.
  Time for a long day of no fun whatsoever…
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       Later, when Natasha had finally gotten through a bit of her stack of paperwork, she realized that she needed to go to the bathroom. She got up tiredly, stretching her back. To her surprise, there were several cracks resounding, and she twisted her torso a little before finally heading for the bathroom in her room.
  Natasha headed into her bedroom, Yelena nowhere in sight. She was honestly shocked that Yelena was not curled up on the bed. She almost always had a tendency to stay in Natasha’s room when Natasha was working because it was a way in which to be close with Natasha without interrupting her work.
  However, Natasha just decided ultimately that Yelena must have either been playing her game or watching television.
  Natasha opened the bathroom door, starting inside. But as soon as she realized what was sitting on the toilet, she completely stopped, just gaping blankly.
  There sitting on the toilet was a smiling poop emoji pillow.
  Natasha stood there stock still. She had no idea where the thing came from and something about it almost unnerved her in some odd manner. Mostly because it was so out of place and such a random thing to be in the bathroom of all places.
  But as she took in what sort of emoji that it was and where it was located, she realized that it might be more in place than she thought it was.
  Nevertheless, it was one of the weirdest things she had seen in quite some time, which was really saying something considering the company that she kept. She figured that the emoji had to have somehow been the work of Yelena. What was puzzling was Natasha’s question of where in the world that she had gotten the pillow from.
  “Looks like the bathroom’s occupied. That’s crappy,” Yelena suddenly spoke just behind Natasha. Natasha flinched immediately, her mind having been so focused on the pillow that she somehow totally missed Yelena’s ambush. It took everything in her to hold back the immediate reflex to punch.
  “Son of a—”
  “Ooh, poser has a potty mouth,” Yelena cackled loudly from just behind her, and Natasha let out a deep sigh, shaking her head as she fully realized what Yelena had said. Yelena squeezed at the back and sides of Natasha’s neck as she tried to tickle her, and Natasha moved out of her grasp a little. Yelena laughed joyously, and Natasha turned to face her.
  “I didn’t mean to scare the crap out of you,” Yelena waggled her eyebrows before laughing heartily. Natasha rolled her eyes affectionately.
  “I’ve got to pee, you goofball,” Natasha told her before heading further into the bathroom. Yelena hopped around her and grabbed the pillow.
  “Also…. While you’re in here, you should think about getting a shower. I hear the shampoo can really refresh your hair,” Yelena laughed ridiculously, and Natasha swatted at her playfully.
  Yelena yelped, hurrying out of the bathroom with a loud laugh and shutting the door behind her. Natasha shook her head slowly, unbale to help a small smile despite the fact that she was doing her best to remain focused on work.
  Her baby sister was a real mess.
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       Around thirty or forty-five minutes later, she heard Yelena coming into her office behind her. Natasha furrowed her brow a little, but she figured that she likely knew what Yelena was up to at this moment. Therefore, she just turned a blind eye and ignored her baby sister in favor of trying to focus on her work.
  But Natasha could hardly focus with the knowledge that Yelena was in the room and doing something that would likely be utterly insane. Honestly, the knowledge that her sister and opportunities to have so much more fun with something that was not paperwork was distracting her terribly in itself.
  She could hear Yelena opening the window, and she had no idea what the girl was doing, but she forced herself not to turn around. After all, she had to try to stay on task despite the fact that every fiber of her being wanted to goof off with Yelena.
  There was a moment of silence, and Natasha was beginning to wonder what Yelena was doing.
  However, she suddenly got her answer when she suddenly felt weight resting on her head. Natasha paused, angling her head up as she tried to see what was sitting on her. To her surprise, there was that poop emoji pillow again. She suddenly heard Yelena’s breath near her ear.
  “Look, you’re a turdhead,” Yelena told her, and Natasha groaned before trying to reach up and grab at the cushion.
  However, as soon as she did, Yelena’s hand darted out and she tickled underneath her arm. Natasha’s arm shot back down, and she tried to glare at Yelena. However, the blonde had already pulled back too quickly and had removed the cushion.
  Natasha turned to face her as Yelena headed over to the window and placed the pillow near it, casually leaning against the frame surrounding the window as she eyed Natasha with a smirk.
  “This room has a poop in it, so it needed to be aired out a little,” Yelena laughed loudly, and Natasha almost laughed as she held her face in her hands, shaking her head.
  “Also, I was wondering if I could borrow some paper. I need to take a log of all the puns I’ve made,” Yelena declared before cackling yet again. Natasha sighed loudly, turning back to her paperwork as she tried not to laugh at Yelena’s pure ridiculousness.
  “I might need a number two pencil, too,” Yelena pointed out, and Natasha let her head fall down to the table as she groaned audibly.
  Yelena then headed out of the room, laughing all the way, and Natasha grinned widely as soon as she was sure Yelena was not around to see it. She did not want to encourage Yelena to keep distracting her despite how much she wanted to be distracted and did not want to be doing paperwork.
  And so, with a small chuckle, she returned to her work.
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       Natasha had spent far too long in her office, and she finally managed to feel like she had completed just enough to take a short break. Natasha headed into the kitchen, aiming to make some tea to hopefully alleviate the slightly building headache that was starting to overwhelm her after all of the stress of work that day.
  However, as soon as she got in there, she spotted that accursed turd pillow, and her eyes widened a little as she took in the sight of it where it was resting there on the stove. She sighed deeply, knowing that there was some sort of pun coming soon.
  Sure enough, just before she started to walk toward the pillow, she felt Yelena’s breath falling against her neck softly.
  “I can’t cook worth a crap, but I can try to squeeze something out for you,” Yelena declared before bursting into laughter.
  Natasha sighed deeply, a slight smile coming to her face in spite of herself. Yelena poked her sides playfully, her index fingers wiggling a little against Natasha’s ribcage. Natasha immediately smacked her hands away, shooting her a warning glance with a small laugh that largely ruined her success.
  Yelena just smirked widely, far too pleased with herself for her accomplishment in messing with Natasha and with the pun. Natasha slowly shook her head, starting to get her tea ready as she tried to hold back the smile.
  Everything within her wanted to just stop her paperwork and spend some time with Yelena for a little while, but she knew that if she did that, she would be spending time with Yelena for the entire rest of the day. She had hardly any self-control when it came to her baby sister.
  Yelena took the pillow away from the stove, and Natasha continued working on the tea.
  Once she set it up and got a timer going, she turned to face her sister, knowing she was still in the kitchen. Yelena was now standing between Natasha and the living room. As soon as Natasha looked at her, Yelena jabbed a thumb in the direction of the television.
  “I’m going to go watch Star Wars. I’ve heard it’s a really good movie,” Yelena stated simply, the cushion still grasped in her hands. Natasha waited a moment, and she finally tilted her head a little.
  “What? No puns for that?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena shook her head.
  “Nope. I just wanted to tell you,” Yelena replied. There was a long pause and silence as the two just stared at each other wordlessly.
  However, Yelena suddenly smiled just barely as she took in a breath to speak.
  “My favorite character is Chewcaca,” Yelena cackled, and Natasha narrowed her eyes as her sister doubled over with the laughter.
  Natasha finally decided that she could definitely afford to take a break if only to get Yelena back for the incessant puns and her attempts at tickling her. Natasha turned the tea off, knowing that what she was about to do was likely going to result in her messing around with Yelena for the rest of the day.
  Natasha then stalked forward quickly, crossing the distance between them. By the time Yelena realized she was coming toward her, Natasha had snatched the pillow out of her hands. Natasha then starting playfully beating Yelena up with the pillow.
  Yelena yelped, retreating to the living room, and Natasha ran forward, grabbing her and throwing her on the couch. As soon as Yelena hit the cushions, Natasha moved down on top of her, locking her legs around her as she started smacking Yelena with the pillow.
  “You! Are! A! Little! Turd!” Natasha told her, accentuating every word with a smack of the pillow. Yelena was laughing far too much and Yelena tried to squirm out of her grip.
  “And! You’re! A! Stinking! POSER!!!” Yelena declared in between getting hit, and she held her hands up, trying to block Natasha’s assault.
  Natasha finally let the pillow fall to the side and she dug her hands into Yelena’s sides. Yelena immediately snorted hard, doing her best to ward her away, and Natasha blew raspberries against her cheeks and neck relentlessly. Yelena almost squealed with laughter as she tried to cover all of her vulnerable spots.
  Finally, Natasha stopped, kissing Yelena’s cheek playfully as she pulled back and rested her weight on her more fully. Yelena looked up at her with a sly smirk, and Natasha tilted her head slightly, furrowing her brow.
  “What are you looking so smug about?” Natasha questioned.
  “I got you to take a break,” Yelena pointed out, far too pleased with herself. Natasha paused for a moment, love blooming in her chest. She then bent down and placed another kiss against Yelena’s forehead between her eyes, love filling her at how beautifully loving and caring that her baby sister was.
  Natasha then moved her weight over to the side, letting Yelena roll over on her side as Natasha laid down on the couch next to her. The both of them wriggled a little so that Yelena was finally laying on top of her and Natasha was squished underneath her.
  “So I have to ask… Where did you get the turd pillow?” Natasha finally asked contentedly, her fingers running through Yelena’s hair affectionately. Yelena huffed with a wide grin as she looked down at the cushion lying not too far from the couch.
  “Kate Bishop gave it to me the other day. She apparently found it at some salvage store—”
  “It’s a thrift store,” Natasha gently interrupted to correct her, and Yelena rolled her eyes dramatically, causing Natasha to chuckle warmly.
  “Whatever. But she said it reminded her of me, and then I was actually excited about it, and you should’ve seen the disappointed look on her face. But then she looked really weirdly happy about it, and I didn’t know what to say then, so I just insulted her,” Yelena grinned, and Natasha rolled her eyes, shaking her head slowly.
  Well… She now knew that she needed to pay Kate a little visit.
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       Kate was peacefully lounging on the couch in the main room, watching one of her favorite television shows as she relaxed. She was stretched out across the full length of the cushions, and she let out a contented breath as she readjusted slightly, a sense of serenity filling her.
  That is, before something soft and squishy smacked itself against her face.
  Kate suddenly felt a weight on top of her, and her eyes widened as she gaped up at her attacker.
  To her shock, she found herself staring into the eyes of one very mischievous Natasha Romanoff. A version of the redhead that Kate had seen several times and each time she witnessed it, she felt nervousness creeping upon her.
  “Tasha, what the—”
  “No potty mouths, shchenok. Or should I say turdhead,” Natasha spoke with a wicked smirk. She then raised something that was painfully familiar above Kate. To her horror, it was the poop emoji cushion that Kate had given Yelena just the other day.
  Kate’s eyes widened as she realized precisely what must have happened. Yelena must have used the pillow to somehow aggravate Natasha, and Natasha must have found out that Kate gave it to her. And now Kate had to pay the price and suffer the consequences.
  “Wait, now, Tasha, let’s be logical about this—”
  Natasha immediately started to cream her with the pillow, and Kate laughed helplessly as she was effectively assaulted by a giant turd emoji.
  “I! Thought! We! Were! Friends!!!” Natasha yelled at her, smacking her with the pillow. Kate laughed helplessly, laying there underneath her and completely unable to fight back against her.
  “Wait, Tasha, stop!!!” Kate laughed hard, trying to block her. Natasha finally paused for just a moment, the both of them laughing in spite of themselves. Natasha raised an eyebrow at her, smirking widely.
  “I guess next time you won’t act like a little turd and give Yelena a turd, huh?”
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doodleferp · 2 years
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Let us Doom simps all take a moment to appreciate that Dark Ages Doom has a tit window
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I just want OB to be okay, Sylvie to live a peaceful life, Casey to get his nerd boyfriend, Bea to find purpose beyond the TVA, and Loki to finally fuck that old man
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alliesway · 6 months
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THEY HAVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN.
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disneyanddisneyships · 5 months
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What is a legacy?
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It's planting seeds
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In a garden
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You never get to see
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mostlymarvelsstuff · 4 months
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I love you, in every universe ❤️🖤
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annabelle--cane · 7 months
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say it with me everybody: personal health is completely immaterial to morality, including mental health. leading a mentally unhealthy lifestyle (or what you perceive as a mentally unhealthy lifestyle) does not a bad person make. no one has to socialize, exercise, have healthy coping mechanisms, or lead (what you perceive as) a fulfilling life with fulfilling hobbies in the same way that no one has to go to the doctor to get a broken bone reset. both of those types of management of personal health are likely to be beneficial to the individual, but they are in no way moral requirements or debts owed to society. they do not actually say anything about a person's principles, personality, or actions towards others. additionally, people know themselves and their own situations better than you do. maybe a person judges that the physical and financial toll of going to the doctor outweigh the benefit of getting their bone reset, maybe a person just does not have the capacity to develop healthy coping mechanisms at this point in their life, and yes, maybe a person feels like they are totally fulfilled by "media based" hobbies alone and would feel no difference in their life if they picked up a loom. just like. let people be sick without accusing them of being representative of the lazy, degenerated state of modern society.
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billykcplan · 11 months
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KATE BISHOP & CASSIE LANG ↪  parallels
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scar-lie · 1 month
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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]
Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you
Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson
Warning : Arguing
Word count : 1,723
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You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.
You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.
“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.
“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.
“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.
“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.
“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.
This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.
But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.
You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.
You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.
You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.
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They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.
But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.
but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.
"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.
“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.
“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.
"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.
“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.
“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.
“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.
“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.
" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.
Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.
So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.
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But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.
“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.
"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.
“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.
"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.
“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.
“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.
“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.
“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.
“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.
Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.
In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.
“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.
‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.
“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.
But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.
“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”
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marvellousgifs · 3 months
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Kate Bishop in HAWKEYE (2021) | 1.06 - So This Is Christmas?
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the-widow-sisters · 2 years
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A sweet baby girl to accompany her companion piece here 🥺💖
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twobraincells-art · 4 months
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Reunion
What a fun couple we’ve got here, sure hope they’re not doomed by the narrative
Bonus sketch ⬇️⬇️⬇️
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avengerscompound · 26 days
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It's Jeff Infinity Comic (2021) #32
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juhbebbie · 8 months
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Fucking obsessed with this
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