#nat my crush forever

[earlgodwin]

NATALIE DORMER as Victoria in CASANOVA  (2005) ✧ Directed by Lasse Hallström

#SHE'S PERFECT!!!!!!! #nat my crush forever #natalie dormer #ndormeredit #casanova #casanovaedit #filmedit #fyeahmovies #ladiesofcinema #femaledaily #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #filmgifs #cinematv #tvfilmsource #filmsource #flawlessbeautyqueens #cinemapix #tuseraixa #by jen

[wandussyfantasy]

request (i hope its still open)

powerbottom!Wanda x Beefy G!P reader

(this is gonna be kinda long and dirty so be prepared)

Reader and Wanda are both college students who have been mutual pining each other, Wanda tells Nat that she likes reader and really wants to get down and dirty with them but doesn't know what to do Nat gives Wanda these chocolates (which is like those sex Viagra chocolate things) and tells Wanda to invite reader over for a movie night and share the chocolate, and that leads to hella sexual tension and they both can't hold it in anymore and fuck, Wanda rides readers abs and also handcuffs reader to the bed and she teases reader a lot and after a while reader just wants to touch Wanda so bad that they break the handcuffs which turns Wanda on even more and they fuck hard, lots of overstimulation and maybe some breeding (also maybe some fluff at the end as well as reader wants to live in this moment forever so reader uses Wanda's polaroid cam to take a pic of her naked and saves it in their wallet)

sorry this is long but if you do decide to write it just have fun with it and add your own stuff as well, love your fics <3

Study Date

Summary: Wanda and Reader have wanted each other for so long. Natasha, being the good friend that she is, helps the two speed things along and realize just how much they want each other.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,767

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, gn!reader shapeshifter, powerbottom!lwanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, fantasies, teasing, foreplay, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Hey Wanda, I noticed you weren't in class today. I thought I'd lend you my notes,” you say as you hand the pretty girl from your expository writing class your notebook. She smiles as she accepts your offering. 

“Awe, you're so sweet! You didn't have to do that! Thank you, I'll type this up and get it back to you as soon as possible,” she says. You smile back and tell her to take her time. The conversation falls flat but you don't want to stop talking to her. You stand there awkwardly as you try to think of something to keep the conversation going. Wanda was doing the same, she didn't want you to leave. She wanted to keep talking to you. She always wants to talk to you. “Hey, I heard there is going to be a party this weekend. My brother is hosting it so I'm going to be there and so will other people. Because it's a party! And that's how… anyway are you going?” Wanda asks nervously as she fiddles with the notebook in her hands. Natasha tries her best to not be repulsed by Wanda’s bad attempt at asking you out. She had no idea that her friend was crushing so hard on someone, let alone you. 

“Nah, I have a lot of studying to do,” you reply without giving the invitation much thought. “Maybe another time? This semester has been kicking my ass and I might lose my scholarship if I don't get my grades up.” You admit as you shift on your feet awkwardly. 

Wanda frowns and looks hopeless. Natasha rolls her eyes and then cuts in. “Wanda is a fantastic tutor,” she says. “Maybe you should ask her to tutor you,” she spells it out for you when all you said was cool. 

“I mean. Um. Would you have time to? I would really appreciate it,” you say as you gesture at Wanda. 

“Uh,” she looks at her friend.

“She is available tonight,” Natasha offers up. “I have plans so she’ll be alone in the dorm.” Natasha scribbles down information on a piece of paper and hands it off to you. “Let’s go,” she grabs Wanda and pulls her away. 

“See you later!” You shout at them as they leave. 

Natasha shakes her head as they continue to walk away. “That was pathetic,” she says to her friend. “I know you’re new to flirting but,” she starts as she opens the door for their dorm building. “That was not flirting. That was just… sad.” 

Wanda shakes her head, “I know. I know. I’ve never liked anyone the way I like Y/n before. I want them in ways that I’ve never wanted anyone before.” She presses her palm to her forehead as she blushes.  

“Like, losinging your v-card type of want?” Natasha’s eyes widen as her voice lowers while they walk to the elevators. “You hardly wanted to lose it to your Vision! And you were with him for three years!” 

“I know!” Wanda says as they enter the elevator. “But gosh, there is something about Y/n that has me,” she stops as someone enters the elevator. She puts her hand on Natasha’s shoulder and sends her a mind message to continue the conversation privately. “I’ve had several wet dreams about Y/n since I saw them running around the track field shirtless.” 

Natasha looks at Wanda with wide eyes and thinks, “They had their titties out on the field?” 

Wanda shakes her head. “No, they have a shapshifting ability. It’s why they prefer they/them pronouns because they can shift their physical appearance to how they feel they that day. And that day it was a male chest and it was strong and sweaty and-”

“Ok! I don’t need to know anymore. But that is quite an ability, I’m sure a lot of gender nonconforming people would love to have an ability like that.” She said out loud as they stepped out of the elevator. Wanda agreed. 

“I think they can do more but I could hardly focus. I started to imagine the possibilities and I was just happy mind reading isn’t one of their abilities.” Wanda says as they enter the dorm. 

“I’m glad it’s not an ability of mine either,” Natasha says as she opens the mini fridge. She flips through the different types of chocolate bars that she owns and smiles when she finds the one she it looking for. “I’ve been saving this for a rainy day and honey, it’s getting pretty cloudy.” She hands the chocolate bar over to Wanda. 

“Oh, I’ve been craving chocolate all day!” Natasha stops her roommate from eating the candy.

“Woah, not so fast. Wait for your date tonight. Share it with Y/n,” she suggests. 

“Why?” Wanda makes a weird face as she tries to figure out what is special about the unlabeled candy. 

“Just trust me,” Natasha quickly puts on a special bracelet that prevents anyone with telepathic or empathic abilities from entering her mind and she smiles as she flashes it at Wanda. “The less you know, the better.” She starts to gather her belongings. “I will be out all night. I gave Y/n your phone number so you should be receiving a text or something soon.” She looks around the room to assure herself that she has everything she needs. “Good luck, Wanda. I hope it all goes well. Just please don’t use my bed.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes at the bracelet and smiled at her friends departing words. The hug each other, “Thank you.” Natasha leaves the room. Wanda flops onto her bed as she waits for you to text her. She thinks about the times she’s seen you half-naked and sweating. How she’s wished to have your body on top of hers. Wanda bites her bottom lip as she fights the urge to slip her fingers between her legs and imagine that they are yours. 

Her phone pings with a notification and she springs up to look at it. It’s you asking what time you should arrive. She licks her lips she tries to make a flirty response but she ends up cringing at everything she types. She settles on just telling you to meet her an hour from now and flops back onto her bed with a sigh. She needed to get it together because in anhour you would be in her room and you needed tutoring. And some how she needed to work in sharing the mysterious chocolate bar with you. 

Wanda changed into something a little more suggestive and flashed on a set of lingerie underneath, just in case she became brave enough to try something with you. She cleaned up the room a bit and lit a candle that was enchanted to keep sound in any room that it was lit in. She doesn’t know why but she has a feeling she’s going to get her way and she won’t be quiet about it when she does. 

“Smells nice in here,” You say as you enter Wanda’s room. She shuts the door behind you. 

“Thank you, it’s a new candle I made. I kind of got into the trend,” she says sheepishly as she stands behind you. There wasn’t room for a sofa in the dorm room so there isn’t one. There was only beds and desk chairs as seating options. “You can sit at my desk,” she points to the desk that is between the beds. 

“Thanks,” you say with a blush, “Um, if you’re selling your candles, I would love to buy some from you.” Wanda’s cheeks flush bright pink as well as she sits on her bed. 

“I think I have a couple that I can gift you,” she smiles as she gets comfortable. “Alright, so what subject are we starting with?” She asks as you are pulling assignments out of your bookbag and setting them on her desk. She looks at the chocolate bar that was left on her bed and tries to think of how she can offer it to you without it seeming weird. 

“Um chemistry has been brutal,” you say as you organize yourself. You try to keep your eyes on the work in front of you because her shirt was tighter than the one you saw her in a couple of hours ago. It was hard enough to be around her when she had loose fitting clothing on. Now that it was accentuating her chest, you thought you might pass out. 

“Chemistry happens to be my strongest subject!” Wanda says as she leans over to look at your papers. She quickly gets into helping learn the formulas that you struggled with as well as a lot of the vocabulary that you had mixed up. Deep into the study session, Wanda starts to mindlessly break off pieces of the chocolate bar and eat it. 

You accept the pieces that she offers and by the time you've moved onto math, the chocolate bar is gone. You start to feel even hornier than when first walked in but you try to focus on the subject.

“It's kind of hot in here,” Wanda says as she fans herself with her hand. She doesn't know why but her body is on fire. Her clothes feel horrible on her skin but she can't take it off. Not with you here. Oh but she wishes she could convince you to take your clothes off. 

“Yeah, it um it is,” you shift uncomfortably as your eyes land on her glistening chest. Wanda’s eyes are glued to your chest as well. The sweat on your body was causing the white fabric of your shirt to become see through. The shirt was clinging to your abs, exposing your six-pack. “Maybe I should um-” 

“Fuck me,” Wanda gasps out as she bites her lips. “I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from I-” You cut her off with your lips. Finally kissing her after spending the past few years pining for her. Wanda responds to the kiss just as eagerly. She pulls on your shirt to pull you closer to her until you land on top of her. Your body against hers on her bed. She couldn't think of anything but your lips and your body. She needs you. She needs you now. 

“Are you sure,” you try to slow down your kisses. “We can stop at any moment,” you say as you try to catch your breath. Her lips start sucking on your neck and you let out a soft loud groan. 

“Why would I want to do that?” She says as she rips your shirt in the middle. You are surprised by her urgency. You didn't know that Wanda even liked you. “Wow,” Wanda gasps as she admires your naked chest. She unhooks your bra and her eyes grow hungrier at the sight. You get rid of the rest of the fabric of your shirt and toss it to the floor. You roll off of Wanda and lay next to her to start to get rid of your pants. You had most of your abilities down but when it came to sexual urges, there was one thing you couldn't control completely. That was the cock that is currently growing and will soon be straining against your jeans. 

But before you can unbuckle your belt, Wanda climbs onto your chest and kisses you on the mouth again. “I have an idea,” she says against your lips as she holds your face in her delicate hands. 

“Mmm, please share,” you say as you kiss along her jaw. She maneuvers you so that you are laying properly on the bed. Then with magic, she chains you to the bed. Wanda removes her tight shirt and short shorts to reveal the red lace bra and the black thong. Your eyes widen at her lingerie. You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would be here. 

Wanda straddles your hips and you groan at the contact of her skin against yours. Her thighs rest against your sides. Her pussy juices drip through her thong and land on your stomach as she starts to gyrate her hips on your abs. You watch her breasts bounce as she moves on your abdomen and you lick your lips as you think about touching her. About sucking on her breasts. Licking her smooth stomach. Wanda puts her hand on your breasts as she continues to use your abs to create friction. You moan as she plays with your nipples. She makes eye contact with you as she leans in close to you. She makes you think she's good to kiss you but then her hips slide down and her pussy starts to ride your bulge as her lips kiss your neck. 

“Fuck” you his as her lips move to your collarbone. She sucks on your skin lightly as she makes shapes with her tongue. You imagine her sucking your cock and it causes you to thrust your hips into her middle. She yelps and looks at you. Her pupils have taken over her emerald eyes as she takes your breast into her mouth. “Wanda,” you beg as you thrust your hips up again. She takes her mouth off of your chest as she sits up again. Teasing you by slowly removing her bra. You groan again as you fight against your magical restraints. When her breasts are exposed, Wanda drops her hands to your belt. She unbuckles the accessory and unbuttons your jeans. She pulls your zipper down and stops there. 

Wanda drags her fingers at the top of the waistband of your boxers. She is driving you crazy. When she slips her fingers into your boxers you can't take it anymore. With your super strength, you break the magic handcuffs off and grab Wanda and flip the two of you so that you're on top. “That was hot,” Wanda says as she kisses you again. 

You get lost in her lips as your hands touch her everywhere. You have them on her hips then on her breasts then on her ass. Her skin is so soft and you want to touch every inch of her. You begin to suck on her neck as you move to explore her body with your lips. She sighs and moans when you reach especially sensitive spots on her body. Her hands continue to trace the ridges of your chest. You drop her breast from your mouth and grin. “You like what you feel?” 

Wanda blushes as she grows a bit shy. “I’ve been dreaming about them,” she says with pink cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just want to appreciate them while I have them.” She reaches up and kisses your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she starts to suck on your neck again. Her hands start to trail further down your body. She starts to push your pants and underwear further down until your cock bounces out. You moan from the relief. Her eyes widen at the sight. Her ex-boyfriend was a super computer that looked like a Ken-doll in the private area. She’s only seen dicks online and none of them come close to what is laying against her stomach. She couldn’t imagine how it was supposed to fit inside her virgin hole. She is surprised that fear isn’t controlling her nearly as much as it has in the past. But she can’t keep the thought as you roll your hips and the base of your cock grazes her clitoris just right. Her lips latch to yours again. You are typically someone that likes to take it slow but something has your body buzzing with energy and taking over your actions. 

Wanda’s hand wraps around your cock and you roll your hips into her soft hand. You have imagined her jerking you off before. It was in a car or in a closet or at a movie and it was always after or during a date. It wasn’t this fast, or this amazing. Your hand doesn’t compare to hers. You have to pull away as you feel yourself near your edge. 

“I’ve dreamt about you too,” you whisper against her lips. You fall lower on her body until your head is between her thighs. You kiss her left thigh first then her right. Wanda wimpers each time your lips press against her thighs. With your tongue you trace letters along her thighs claiming her as yours. “I’ve wanted to be in this position since I saw you at the freshman mixer,” you admit as you drag your tongue along the crevice between her thigh and vulva on her right side. “But you were taken for two  more years after that.”  You lick the left side and Wanda licks her lips as she watches you tease her. 

“Now I’m yours,” she says desperatley, “I’m all yours.” Her fingers lock into your short hair as she pulls you closer to her pussy. “Show me your deepest desires, Y/n.” You nod as you put your mouth on her entrance. You slip your tongue inside of her and use your abilities to have a deeper reach. Wanda’s eyes widen at the sensations as she feels your tongue wiggling inside of her. You feel a wall as you extend your tongue further and your eyes widen as you shrink your tongue to it’s normal size. 

You pull away and ask, “Are you a virgin?” Wanda grows shy again and tries to hide her face in her pillows. “It’s okay to be it’s just, are you sure you want to… with me… like this?” You say as you crawl up her body and remove the pillow from her face. “I just don’t want you to regret your decision later if there are reasons you waited this long,” you tell her softly. 

Wanda gazes into your eyes and takes your hand and brings it close to her. She kisses the palm of your hand as she holds eye contact and then places your hand over her heart. “I'm sure,” she answers softly. Then she pushes you back so that you lay on the bed. She pulls your pants and boxers all the way off and tosses them behind her. “I want you so bad right now, Y/n. I've wanted you for a long time.” She says as she moves her hands up your thighs until they meet in the middle to give attention to your cock again. She kisses the tip of your penis. Her soft plush lips send shivers down your spine just before she wraps them around the bulbous head. Your head falls back as she deep throats your cock. Taking as much as shee can down her throat without gagging. You’ve never seen that before. You can’t believe it. Wanda removes her mouth and you lift your head back up to watch her. “I don’t have a gag reflex,” Wanda smirks. You make a confused expression and Wanda giggles. She taps her temple, “Mind reader.” 

You sit up on your elbows, “Hold on,” you stop her from sucking your cock again. “You’re telling me that you’re more than a witch?” You shake your head. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry for what you saw today. I promise, I like you for more than-”

“No, I don’t… I didn’t read your mind earlier. I,” she crawls up your body and sits on your chest again. She holds your face as she tries to explain her abilities. “I don’t like to know what other people are thinking so I take something that decreases my ability to read peoples minds. I can only read your mind when I’m touching you. I wasn’t doing that earlier,” she explains. 

A slow smile graces your lips. You move your fingers a long the length of her arms. “Does that mean you’re seeing what I’m thinking about now.” You take the palm of her hand and press your lips against her soft skin. The hitch in her breath is enough to let you know that she can see exactly what you intend to do with her tonight. “And what do you think?” 

Wanda leans in close to your lips and whispers, “I already told you to show me your deepest desires. So stop stalling.” She meets your lips in a slow, deep, kiss. Every time she kissed you she felt the effects of something grow stronger. She couldn’t place where it was coming from but she has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with that chocolate that Nathasha was being so weird about. It didn’t matter anymore. She was so close to having exactly what she wants. 

“Yes, ma’am,” you say with a raspy voice as you kiss her back. You move your hands down her body and rip her thong off of her. You aim the tip of your penis at her entrance and slip just the tip in to tease her as the two of you continue to kiss. You pump in her softly, slowly stretching her out with your girthy cock. Wanda’s mouth falls open as you slip inside her previously untouched walls further. You move your kisses from her lips to her cheeks then to her neck. Her hands move from your face to your shoulders as she helps you lower her further onto your throbbing rod. Her nails start to dig into your skin and it causes you to lose control of your thrust as you break her hymn in one strong thrust. 

“Holy shit,” she gasps. “I can feel you,” she says as you lick the sweat off from her collarbone. “You’re stretching me,” she moans as you thrust further into her. “I’m so full with your cock,” she continues and you groan as you bring her breast into your mouth. You get the full length of your dick inside of Wanda’s tight walls and you nearly bust a nut from how amazing she feels around you. “It feels so good,” she says while she moves her hips. You smile with your mouth full of her boobs. Then you drop it with a plop as you grab her hips.

You begin to pump inside of Wanda and fuck her as hard as you can. She is shocked by the pleasure she is feeling from such force but she is far from complaining about it. “Yes!” She screeches out as you pound her pussy with your thick meat. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She pulls you closer to her by wrapping her both arms around you. “Fuck you’re in so deep! Oh fuck! It’s so good! Fuck me Y/n! Fuck me!” She shouts as she continues to ride your cock while your hips slam into her. 

Your thrusts get so erratic that your cock slips out of her hole and you have to stop your hips from moving. You flip the two of you so that you are laying on top of her before you enter her again. “Ah fuck your pussy is so good, Wanda,” you moan as you enter her tight wet walls that is gripping your dick and pulling you further inside of her. “I’ve never done it raw before. Oh my gosh this feels amazing!” You say as rock your hips into Wanda. The sensitive skin on your penis is feeling every inch of her and you can’t believe any of this is real. 

“I’m so close,” Wanda gasps as her nails start to dig into your back. You didn’t know that you’d enjoy that feeling as much as you do. It drives you to speed up your thrusts again as you rub her clitoris with your thumb. 

“Cum for me,” you tell her and watch as her eyes roll back and her chest arches up into yours and feel as her walls squeeze the life out of your cock as if her body was trying to milk you. She screams out as she rides the waves of her orgasm. You don’t stop playing with her clitoris even after her body falls limp. 

“Don’t stop,” she says as she enjoys the over stimulation. You continue to rub her bundle of nerves while you pump your cock into her. 

“I’m, fuck, I’m close,” you warn her. “Don’t, mphm, worry. I’ll pull out,” you grunt out as you start to slow down your thrusts. That’s when Wanda’s legs wrap around your waist and lock you in. “Wanda what are you-” 

Wanda pulls you into a deep kiss. She dances her fingers along your jaw as you try to pull away. “Cum inside me,” she whispers. You head starts to shake but the request is too delicious that your eyes roll back as your cum starts to flow out of you and flood her pussy. “Mmm I can feel you pulsing inside of me,” she says as your cock empties inside of her. When you stop erupting, you try to pull out but Wanda shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says, “I don’t want to feel empty just yet.” You nod as you keep the two of you connected and sigh as you lay your head on her naked chest. Your limp body laying on top of hers. She is combing her fingers through your sweaty hair. “That was amazing,” she kisses your forehead. 

You give her a lazy smile with your eyes still closed, “It was. I wish we could live in this moment forever.” 

“I’ll allow it,” she responds softley. “But you’ll have to promise that you won’t want to be with anyone else.”

You make a face, “That’s an easy promise.” You lean up and kiss her cheek. “There is no one I’d rather be with.” You grab her hand and lay it on your chest over your heart. “You can even scan my mind. Sure, I’ve slept with people in the past. But I’ve always wanted to be with you. No one has ever invaded my mind the way you have.” 

Wanda bites her lip and sighs. “I don’t have to search your mind. I trust you.” She kisses your lips. 

After an hour of laying in her bed, connected to each other, you eventually pull out of her. Some of your cum flows out when you do and Wanda catches some on her fingers. She sucks them clean and you almost get hard again. But you manage to control yourself since you’re no longer under the influence of whatever you were under. You grab her polaroid camera from the top of her dresser and you point it at her. She gets shy and pulls some of her sheets over her body. She covers her face with her long light brown hair and you snap a picture. You wave it to help develop the image even though you know it doesn’t really do much. 

You smile as you look down at the image a year later when you’re getting ready for your wedding. You put the image in your wallet again and it’s still there when you’re racing Wanda to the hospital to deliever the babies. You glance at it when you’re sitting with her in the nursery as you remember the first time you got to have the most wild sex with Wanda and think about how the chocolate her best friend gave her led to all of this. Natasha confessed to what she did in her maid of honor toast. You have it with you on your tenth wedding anniversary and show it to Wanda during the special dinner. She blushes as she remembers how things used to be before the two of you became parents. Although she still made enchanted candles, the Tommy and Billy were quite disruptive with nightmares and bedwetting. It made moments that the two of you wer alone long enough to have sex that much more special. 

“You still have this?” Wanda asks as she was looking for cash to pay the pizza guy for the twins fifteenth birthday party. 

“Babe, I will carry this in my wallet until the day I die,” you tell her and give her a sweet kiss before running the pizza boxes over to the insatiable teenagers. Wanda paid the man and smiled to herself as she admired her younger form. She kept herself quite fit and so did you, but she couldn’t help but think that some areas were tighter in the picture than they’ll ever be again. She puts it back into your wallet so that you can keep your promise and you do. 

The End.

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[togrowoldinv]

Sleepover

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Yelena invites you to go home with her for the weekend, you spend some time with Natasha. She finds out you haven’t been with anyone before and offers to be your first

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, innocent reader, oral (R receiving), hot older Natasha

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When your friend Yelena asked you to go home with her for the weekend, you agreed easily. It sounded like a fun time to spend with her and meet her family and friends back home.

But something else was motivating you too. Her very attractive older sister.

You’ve met Natasha before. She helped move Yelena in along with their parents. The redhead was nice to you that say. You’ve seen her countless more times through the phone while she’s FaceTimed Yelena.

So, there’s no denying you have a crush on her. Especially not when you enter the home and she’s standing in the kitchen with very little clothes on.

“We’re here!” Yelena calls out.

“Good to see you, sestra,” Natasha says, coming to the foyer. “I was just coming in from the pool.” She hugs her sister and kisses her cheek. “And it’s y/n, right?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you again,” you say.

Natasha smiles in agreement. It’s nice for her to see you again too. She turns back towards the kitchen and you can’t help but watch her body as she does so. The bikini bottoms she’s wearing leaves you able to see most of her.

“Hey, eyes off,” Yelena snaps at you.

“Sorry,” you reply.

You two go up the stairs and put your bags in Yelena’s room. She gives you a quick tour of the house before you two decide to go get lunch.

“We’re going to the diner, Nat. Do you want anything?” Yelena asks.

“No thanks. But hey, Mama is cooking dinner so eat a lot now,” Natasha says.

“Is she not a good cook?” You ask. Both of the girls chuckle. You’ll take that as a yes.

“Come on.” Yelena pulls you outside to her car.

You listen to the usual music as you drive there. Inside, you find a bustling group of tables and food that smells delicious.

Yelena knows a few people and they call her over to their table. You follow quietly.

“Yelena, you’re back in town!” A boy says excitedly. He stands up to hug her.

“Yes, yes Peter. The life of the party has returned,” Yelena says.

“Welcome back,” a girl speaks up this time. You recognize her from photos. She glances at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Y/n,” you supply. “I’m Yelena’s roommate.”

The table greets you and you two sit down with them. Yelena orders you way too much food. The conversation is easy to join in on even though the friends have known each other forever.

They tell you about a party later tonight and Yelena says you’ll be there. When you go back to her house, Natasha is dressed in a cropped tank top and blue jean shorts.

“Yelena, malyshka!” Melina greets her. She hugs her even when Yelena protests it.

“My girls back in the same home!” Alexei adds in. He hugs Yelena too.

You politely greet them and ask if they need any help with dinner. They sho you away from the kitchen.

Yelena goes up to her room to change so that leaves you in the dining room with Natasha.

“So, how’s school going?” Nat asks.

“It’s going well. Not as hard as I thought it would be,” you say.

“You must be one smart girl then,” Natasha says.

“I’d like to think so.”

“And how’s Yelena doing? She doesn’t ever have much to say about it all.”

Natasha looks genuinely concerned about her sister.

“Yeah she’s good too. I make her get up for class most days,” you say. That makes Nat chuckle.

“Thank you for looking out for her,” Natasha says. She stands from her seat and places a hand on your shoulder. Her grip is strong as she looks into your eyes. “I owe you. If you need anything, let me know, okay?”

“Oh- okay,” you say. Something about her words seem loaded with meaning.

Yelena comes back downstairs and the rest of the family comes into the dining room. Dinner goes well. You enjoy the banter of the group. Soon, you head off to the party.

It’s fun for a while. You meet some more of Yelena’s friends and have a few drinks. Nothing crazy. But when you’re ready to leave, Yelena has her eyes on taking someone home.

“Yelena, let’s go,” you say. The girl is drunk, you can tell that much.

“Kate is coming with me!” She says. You know they have a history, so you don’t even question it.

“Okay. Come on, lovebirds.”

You get back to the house okay and Yelena runs off with Kate to her bedroom. You figure that leaves you with the couch and no clothes to change into.

You’ve only been sitting on it for a few minutes when Natasha comes down the stairs. She catches sight of you.

“My sister kick you out?” She asks.

“She’s having her own sleepover,” you say with a dry chuckle.

“Brutal,” Nat teases. “Come with me.”

“What?”

She doesn’t reply, but you follow her anyways. Upstairs, she directs you into her bedroom.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch, y/n,” Nat says. She opens her drawers and takes out a shirt and shorts for you. “And you’re not sleeping in those clothes.”

You don’t argue with her. You only go down the hallway and change into the clothes. Natasha likes the way you look in her clothes.

She pulls down the sheets next to her and gestures for you get in. You slip under them, enjoying the feeling of a real bed under you.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say.

“Of course. Sorry my sister is a shitty host,” Nat says.

You lie back on the pillows. Nat turns to look at you. You hold eye contact with her.

“It’s okay. She’s all tied up in that girl.”

“I know. Surely, someone is all tied up in you too,” Natasha says.

“Nope,” you say dryly.

“No? Why not?” Nat asks.

“It’s just not really happened for me yet,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Natasha assures you.

“What does it feel like?” You ask. It’s somewhat rhetorical but you also want to know Nat’s answer.

“To be in love? Or to have sex? It’s not the same thing,” Nat says.

“Either.”

“Hm, well what about kissing someone? Have you done that?”

You shake your head and turn away shyly. She reaches her hand out to turn your face back towards her.

“Do you want to?” She asks.

“I- um-“

“We don’t have to,” Nat says. “But I thought maybe this is how I could repay you for looking after my sister.”

“Yes,” you say.

“Yeah?”

“Please yes,” you say.

Natasha smirks and leans in. She stops a couple inches from your lips. Your heart beats so fast in your chest.

She closes the distance and kisses your lips. You barely move, not really knowing what to do or how to kiss her back. But Natasha doesn’t mind. She deepens the kiss.

And you pick up on how to do it quickly. She grins against your lips. Your hands move across her chest to grab her breasts.

“I’m sorry,” you say when she pulls away.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m willing to go as far as you want, y/n,” Natasha says.

“Then keep kissing me,” you say, already feeling addicted to her lips on yours.

Natasha obliges and kisses you again and again and again. Soon, both of your shirts are discarded. Natasha isn’t wearing a bra and the sight of her above you makes you stop in place.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, admiring her perfect body.

“Thank you, detka,” the Russian falls off her tongue. “Let me show you how beautiful you are too.”

Nat slips your bra off and immediately takes one of your nipples in her mouth. It’s a new sensation. One that you absolutely love. She listens for every sound you make to see what she wants to do more of.

You moan out loudly when she moves her hand down your abdomen and under your shorts. Her hand brushes against your folds and your body jerks in reaction.

“Is this okay?” Natasha asks. Her voice is deep, breathy.

“Yes please, I want you,” you say.

“Okay, baby. Lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you,” Natasha says.

She kisses down your body as she moves to lay between your legs. Your shorts come off along with your panties. You’re self conscious about no one ever seeing you like this before, but you feel better when Natasha dives in.

Nat places kisses around your center and her tongue moves through your folds. She takes her time worshipping you. You try to lean up on your elbows to watch but the pleasure is so strong that you have to stay on your back.

“Fuck Nat. That feels so good,” you say when her thumb brushes over your clit.

“I know, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell me more,” Natasha says. Her voice vibrates against you.

“I want to come for you to Natasha. I want you to be the first person to make me come,” you say.

“Fuck,” Nat mumbles against you. She grinds her own pussy against the bed.

It’s only a few more minutes before you’re getting a feeling like you’re about to come for Natasha.

“I think- Nat- I’m going to- fuck,” you mumble as your hips move erratically.

“Come for me, y/n. You can do it,” Natasha says.

And you do. For the first time, you understand what it feels like to be taken care of.

“So fucking good,” Natasha says as she cleans you up.

She moves up your body and kisses your lips again. Her tongue moves against yours as you continue to get the hang of it.

Natasha lays next to you to catch her breath and let you catch your own. Her hand intertwines with yours.

“That’s what it feels like,” Natasha says.

“Every time?” You ask. You can’t help the grin on your face.

“No, not every time. But when you really like someone, yes.”

“You- um- you like me?”

“Yes, y/n,” Natasha says. “I really like you.”

You whisper a small yes and Natasha chuckles. She kisses your cheek.

“Can I- um-“

“I’d love for you too, but you don’t have to, babe. I’m okay with just pleasing you,” Natasha says.

“No, no. I want you to feel good too.”

“I already do,” Nat says. “But yeah if you want to, go ahead.”

You smile and shift to lay over Natasha. She kisses you deeply before you move down her body.

Natasha helps you please her in all of the ways she likes. By the end of the night, you’re both exhausted but so happy.

You fall asleep in her arms and wake up to the beautiful sight of her sleeping. She wakes up and snuggles further into you.

After a few good morning kisses, you get dressed and go downstairs together. Yelena notices you wearing Nat’s clothes and the two of you sharing secret glances.

But she only smiles. She always knew you two would find your way together.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut #yelena belova #wanda maximoff

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writing for charles, carlos, max, & mick (subject to change)

minors dni. everything can be found here ↓

✳︎ fics, long

charles leclerc...

blurred lines (18+)

Things with Charles finally come to a head. In a cramped room. In the Red Bull garage. Of all places, really.

see it through

You go from social media manager to girlfriend in under a day. Keeping up appearances for Charles’ family isn’t easy, until it is – and until they’re not really appearances anymore.

sweet pea

You finally reap what you sow after fooling around with your best friend. The reaping in question is a kid.

stay, at least for breakfast

You love once and miss always.

you know it (18+)

Charles is a bit disappointed the pretty girl he harbors a crush on doesn’t have him listed as a Formula 1 crush. He is a lot disappointed that you two can’t fuck.

wait and see

The grid recounts the evolution, nature, and many ups and downs of your and Charles' vague relationship.

low down (18+)

A lot can happen under an hour. You and Charles, self-proclaimed pros at sneaking around, can attest to this.

it's never over (18+)

You must have lost the plot along the way, because pretending to date your childhood best friend was not on your 2023 bingo card. (Neither was the fact that things are looking a lot more real as time passes.)

team effort ft. carlos sainz (18+)

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing.

like you should

If you don’t learn from history, it’ll stick around and find a way to repeat itself – even if the history is with your boyfriend’s rival, and its repetition happens behind his back.

max verstappen...

low life (18+)

You really don’t like Max Verstappen. What you’re doing in his hotel room is a separate issue.

↳ part 2, reciprocate (18+)

You have trouble maintaining your vow of Max celibacy when you’re on vacation together.

mick schumacher...

mr. nice guy (18+)

Mick Schumacher is the paddock’s golden boy. He likes upholding this reputation, but there’s something nagging at him lately that makes it... difficult.

carlos sainz...

a certain romance

A love affair is never an easy thing to keep under wraps. Or, the four times your two brothers almost catch you and Carlos together, and the one time they finally do.

has yet to pass

Four years after an angry breakup, the universe is bored enough to nominate Carlos Sainz for GQ Sports’ Man of the Year and assign you to be the writer of his profile.

team effort ft. charles leclerc (18+)

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing.

do you want it? (18+)

Whatever preconceived notions you have about your summer at the beach house are all toppled over when your parents announce the arrival of a guest, who happens to be your dad's friend. title from this

✳︎ drabbles

charles leclerc...

forever ago

↳ part 2, fin de siècle

motorsport ft. carlos sainz (18+)

everyone adores you

all my trying

the moment divine

words unspoken

things lovers do

something

overly sincere

the final frame

keep a place for me

honeymooning

proving my devotion

main dans la main

misspelled (dad charles)

presents

felt the rush (18+, sainz reader)

my own doing (18+)

olive you

divine sense

first words (dad charles)

take a chance on me

say it all

test run

guessing game

intertwined

name calling (wolff reader)

what you know

max verstappen...

self professed

carlos sainz...

silver lining

motorsport ft. charles leclerc (18+)

kissy spells

saving grace

need some patience (18+)

what i feel for you

brought me here

↳ part 2, kind of love

i knew you

guessing game

in my dream

mick schumacher...

you’ve been waiting (18+)

hold my hand

✳︎ instagram aus

charles leclerc...

is that you?

at sea

say cheese

good luck

ahead

#ItGirl

cutie

archived

↳ part 2, what once was

↳ part 3, mardy bum

spill the tea

deleted

maneater

kazoo'd

carlos sainz...

national holiday

tiktoked

↳ part 2, sneaky

↳ part 3, upgrades

max verstappen...

no clue

mick schumacher...

secret

✳︎ etc

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auds ask game

celebrating 1k, 2k, and 3k :)

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Fluffcember Day 5 | Forever yours

Pairing | Best friend!Steve Rogers x Best friend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2K

Summary | Anyone close to Steve knows he has two love languages. One being physical touch, the other being small presents. Steve never fails to surprise you when he gifts you something that you only spoke about once in a throwaway comment, and it makes you appreciate him even more than you already did.

Warning(s) | None.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 5 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. In all honesty, I've always had the feelings that giving gifts would be Steve's love language right alongside physical touch, and I'm happy to say I could highlight both of these in this fic! This was such a sweet prompt and I loved writing this 🎄

A/n 2.0 | Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for proofreading this for me on such short notice, because you are an absolute lifesaver! Thank you for all your love and support! 🖤 I also want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for giving me this idea, because this fic would not have existed without it!

Events Masterlist | Small presents | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Friends to lovers | @ultimatechrisbingo Masterlist | Free space | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Owner

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

It's been almost five years since you joined the Avengers, and during that time, you have built an inseparable bond with each of them. However, none of them are as strong as your one with Steve.

From the moment you two laid eyes on one another, there was an unspoken, undeniable connection, and this was very obvious to everyone except the two of you.

Neither of you wanted to admit it, but your love for one another goes deeper than just friends. You don't want to admit it, though, because you're both scared to lose your friendship and risk your position as an Avenger.

But lately, Nat has noticed that something's been off with Steve, and after the last mission all three of you went on together, she decides to go and see what's going on with him.

''You still haven't told her how you feel, have you?'' she asks outright. Steve snaps his head towards Nat, and a bright red flush creeps over his face, neck, and chest out of pure embarrassment.

''Would you shut up?!'' he hisses to her, but she's not letting up.

''No, Steve, I will not shut up. We were almost killed because you can't seem to keep your head on straight every time she's near, and I'm sick of it. I'm not dying over a silly crush,'' she spits the words at him.

''S not a silly crush,'' Steve says with a pout like a small boy, but Nat isn't having any of it.

''Either tell her how you feel, or I will do it because I am sick of it, Rogers. I'm not putting my life on the line for you two if this continues. We both know she won't come onto you because you're her superior; if you want anything to change, you know just as well as I do that it will have to come from you.''

Nat's dangerously close to Steve now, and even though he's towering over her, he's impressed and a little afraid of the former Russian spy.

''Fine,'' he grits out through his teeth. ''But I'm going to need help.''

And with that, Steve and Nat are developing a plan that will surely blow you away. It will require some planning on Steve's part, but he's sure you will love it.

Over the next month, he is busy preparing to buy 24 small gifts ranging from books he's heard you talk about countless times to some make-up items you love, and from your favorite sweets to some baking supplies since you love to bake in your time off.

Once he has everything ready, he spends most of his time wrapping all the presents to the best of his abilities, and it's fair to say he tried his hardest, but wrapping isn't one of his strong suits.

Once December 1st hits, Steve is taking you out for lunch, which will be the perfect moment to give you your first present. It's small, but Steve wanted to start with something representing your friendship.

''I have something for you,'' Steve says just after the waiter leaves to take your lunch orders; he grabs the square box from his pocket and hands it to you.

''Really? You didn't have to do that!'' you say with a shy smile, but you also know that giving gifts is one of Steve's love languages, along with physical touch.

You tear the wrapping paper off, and it reveals a square, flat box, and it instantly piques your curiosity.

When you lift the lid off the box, it reveals a necklace with a small copy of his shield, making you chuckle when you look at it.

''Did you take me out to lunch to give me this? You could have just given this to me at the Compound, you know?'' but Steve shrugs in response.

''I wanted to give this to you without everyone being on our case since this means a lot to me.'' The words ''just like you'' were unspoken between you.

You pick up the necklace to enjoy it from every angle, and when you look at the back, you find an inscription on the back of the shield. In small letters you recognize as his handwriting, it says 'Forever yours.' The words that have come to mean so much for both of you.

''Now I feel bad I don't have anything for you,'' you say with a slight pout, clutching the necklace to your chest as you fight off the tears.

''I thought about that, and I found the perfect solution,'' he tells you as he fishes his dog tags from his shirt, showing that there are now three instead of the usual two.

He takes them off his neck and hands them to you, and you look at the new addition, which has the same inscription as yours, but instead of his handwriting, you see yours.

Every last word you want to say has officially left your brain, and instead, you let the tears you were fighting earlier escape, though Steve quickly wipes them away.

''Hey, are you okay?'' he asks, and you nod as you let out a breathy chuckle, trying to compose yourself as you're holding the metal of both your necklace and Steve's tags.

''Thank you,'' you whisper to him before handing back his tags and putting the necklace back in its box, not wanting to lose it or break it. You'll save it for a special moment, for the right moment.

The rest of the days, you are away on a mission, and Steve is a little upset that he can't give you your presents in person, so instead, he decides to leave them in your room, one present for every day that you're gone.

Wrapped books go on your bookshelf, wrapped pieces of make-up go into your bathroom, wrapped baking supplies go on your desk, and the biggest one, for December 24th, goes on your bed.

It's nearly 3 AM on Christmas Day when you arrive back at the Compound utterly exhausted from your mission, but before you can let yourself fall onto your bed, you find a present on your mattress, with a little note attached.

Merry Christmas

~ Steve

He wanted to give it to you in person yesterday evening, but sadly, you couldn't make it, much to Steve's dismay. However, that didn't stop him from giving it to you.

''Oh, Steve...'' you sigh softly as you sit on the bed where your present was. The note is put to the side, and you turn over the item in your hands so you can carefully take the wrapping paper off.

It lands on the floor without a single sound, and when you turn over the item, you can finally see it's a photo album. On the front is a photo with you and all the other Avengers from the first day you were officially part of the team.

The book is made from sturdy, red leather, and when you open it, you see lots of photos, either selfies from you and Steve, but also more candid photos from you when you're baking, a few of Steve and other Avengers, but there's one page blank.

The pages have little stories written; the last one says ''Forever yours'', but no photo. You carefully close the book and put it together with the note before getting up, not bothering to change out of your tactical gear before making your way to Steve's room.

With a soft knock, you patiently wait for him to open the door, and you don't have to wait long. Steve waited for your arrival while he patiently drew in his room, listening to music from the 40s.

As soon as he opens the door, you fling your arms around his waist, and your cheek is pressed against his chest as you hold him tight, not needing to say a single word. He knows you've found the photo album.

''Steve-'' is all you can say before he stops you.

''Go out to dinner with me tonight, please. I'll make this Christmas one never to forget,'' he tells you, and you nod in response. He places a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, his hands on your cheeks.

He wants to kiss you the way you deserve, love you the way you should be loved, and touch you the way he craves to touch you. But he has to have more patience because, hopefully, this will all change after dinner.

''Okay,'' you whisper before pulling away and giving him a reassuring smile. With that, you return to your room and get ready to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

Steve has told you to be ready at 19:00 so you can make it to your reservation at 19:30, though he didn't tell you where you would be going.

You opted for a blue velvet dress with a waterfall neckline, white heels, and silver jewelry. Your hair is put in an elegant bun, and your make-up is simple because you don't want to take away from the beauty of the dress.

To finish the entire look, you put on the necklace Steve gave you before your mission, and the outfit is complete.

Precisely on time, you're done, and Steve is at your door, ready to pick you up for dinner, and the butterflies in your stomach are going wild.

You open your door and see Steve in a black suit, a crisp white shirt underneath, and the top three buttons undone. His blond hair is styled beautifully, and he looks like an angel.

With a lopsided grin, he takes in your appearance, and you can't help but flush a little under his gaze as he takes in your outfit. His eyes stop at the necklace, and you're glad you saved it for the right moment.

''Wow...'' he whispers as he extends his hand to guide you to the car, ready for your dinner reservation. The other Avengers are having a Christmas dinner together, and after lots of compliments on your outfit, you're finally ready to go.

''Have fun, you two! And don't come home before midnight!'' Nat jokes, and you can't help but laugh loud at her comment. That is when it finally clicks: this is all her doing.

He has opted to take you to a beautiful Italian-style restaurant since pasta is one of your favorite dishes, and you always enjoy the atmosphere with the soft music in the background.

''Thank you for taking me here tonight, Steve. This is already the most amazing Christmas I have ever had in my entire life,'' you tell him, and that's when the nerves boil up in Steve's stomach.

''I'm glad you agreed to come here with me tonight because I've wanted to tell you something, which I probably should have told you ages ago,'' he starts, reaching for your hands.

You put them in his and you look up at him curiously, and you know where this is heading, your answer ready to go once the last word leaves his mouth.

''I'm in love with you and have been for as long as I can remember. The connection I feel with you is worth more than anything in this world, and I can't keep it to myself any longer. So I want to ask you to be my girlfriend if you have me.''

''Yes, Steve. Nothing in this world would make me happier than to be your girlfriend,'' you say, and Steve stands up, pulling you with him so he can finally kiss you the way you deserve, love you the way you should be loved, and touch you the way he craves to touch you.

''And I'm in love with you too, Steve. I'm glad Nat finally talked some sense into you,'' you tell him with a chuckle before giving him one more peck on his lips.

That night, you and Steve had a beautiful photo taken in front of a Christmas tree, and of course, it had to be one where you were kissing. This will be the perfect addition to the photo album because it will show the beginning of the rest of your lives together.

#fluffcember 2023 #anyfandomfluffbingo #affbingo #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fluff #captain america #captain america x y/n #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #captain america fluff

[helloalycia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

one / masterlist / wattpad

summary: when you find yourself in a situation where you want to kiss Jackie, you're not sure you can make the first move. A fact made even harder when Nat is there to tease you about it.

warning/s: none really.

author's note: here's part 2! hope you like it whilst i sort through a ton of wips lol

I nodded along as Taissa was telling me about a colourful bird she'd seen earlier. We were eating some deer stew together outside the cabin, with the other girls settling down for dinner too, and it was basically a five star dinner with what we had out here.

"It was so pretty," Taissa finished. "And I swear it was following me."

I tried not to laugh. "Tai, I think you might have officially just lost it if the highlight of your day was a bird following you."

"Oh, shut up!" she said with a laugh, smacking me on the arm.

"Hey, don't take it out on my dinner!" I said lightheartedly, clutching my bowl of stew tightly with my one good hand.

"Idiot," she mumbled, but was smiling still.

"Hey, guys," Jackie said, joining us. "What did I miss?"

"Tai here was telling me about a pretty bird that wouldn't stop following her," I said with an amused smile, and it wasn't even an attempt at teasing her, but she nudged me again anyway.

"Quit it!" she warned, before giving Jackie a look. "It was so cool, Jackie."

"She's lost her mind," I told Jackie as she sat down opposite us with her dinner.

Jackie chuckled as she let Taissa tell her the story, and I stayed quiet as I heard it again. After Jackie gave her surprisingly positive input that didn't make fun of it, we all finished dinner and were about to get up together when Van called for Taissa, wanting her for something.

"It's okay, you go, I've got it," I told her, holding out my bowl. "Just put yours here."

"Thanks, Y/N," Tai said with a smile before stacking her bowl in mine, then looking to Van. "I'm coming!"

Joining Jackie, the two of us walked to the washing up area together when, suddenly, someone – I think it was Javi – ran past me and made me stumble backwards into Jackie. I bumped my broken arm in the process, making me curse as I inhaled sharply at the shooting pain up my shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" Jackie yelled after Travis, who was running after his brother for God knew what reason.

"Come here," Jackie said softly, leading me to the steps of the porch of the cabin to sit down.

She took the bowls from my hand and set them to the side before leaning down before me, her hazel eyes searching mine worriedly.

"You okay?" she asked.

I breathed out slowly, trying to imagine the pain leaving my body, but the abruptness of the shove had hurt pretty bad. "Yeah, I think so."

She sighed, shaking her head. "They're jerks."

"It's fine," I said dismissively, knowing it was an accident.

She frowned, eyes flickering between mine, and I was forced to look away because I hated the sudden attention, my cheeks flushing at it. After what felt like forever, she grabbed the bowls from beside me and stacked them in hers.

"I've got this," she said, squeezing my knee comfortingly before standing up.

When she walked away, I let out a quiet breath of relief, not realising how nervous I'd been. So maybe this crush thing wasn't so fun anymore.

—

With crushing on Jackie meant wondering if she even liked me back, a question I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to. Sometimes I'd feel like she did, whether it be her lingering glances or ability to make me flustered, but then I'd second guess it as her personality and feel stupid for even considering otherwise.

For example, one time I was playing cards with Coach Scott when the blonde found me, asking to join in. So, we let her and played a few rounds of Go Fish before coach's leg was hurting and he left to take a nap.

"You wanna play acorn soccer?" Jackie asked with a playful glint in her eye.

I chuckled at the immediacy of her question. "Sure, why not?"

As we packed the cards away and left them on the side, I glanced around, noticing a few of the other girls were free.

"Should we ask the others?" I asked Jackie before we headed off.

She pretended to consider it. "We could... or we could save the hassle and just stick to us two?"

"Jackie!" I scolded lightheartedly.

"What?" she played along, flashing me a smile. "Someone's just gonna complain and then they'll spoil the fun. I like when it's just us."

I sighed, but gave her a small smile. "Fine. Let's go."

She grinned and led the way, and I had no choice but to follow her. It warmed my heart to know she enjoyed our time together too, but it was also one of those moments where I couldn't tell if I was seeing more into it than there was.

Luckily for me, I received an unbiased opinion on the matter without even asking for it. After Jackie and I played some acorn soccer together, we returned to the cabin before dinner and Jackie left to go catch up with Shauna. As I hung around to help with the fire, Nat found me.

"Hey," I greeted her with a smile. "You just come back from hunting?"

"Uh-huh," she said, before studying me curiously. "I have a question for you, Y/L/N."

Intrigued, I nodded encouragingly. "Shoot."

She knitted her eyebrows together with curiosity. "Since when did you and Jackie become so friendly?"

I shrugged, tossing some wood into the fire.

"Ever since she's been hanging out with you, she's been... nicer," she decided. "What d'you do?"

I gave her a disapproving look. "She was never mean, Nat, c'mon."

Nat weighed it up. "I guess, but sometimes she could be a real b–"

"Nat!" I smacked her arm gently, making her laugh.

"Look, all I'm saying is that girl is different," she said, motioning to the blonde who was chatting with Shauna, thankfully not in earshot of us. "And she definitely likes something about you."

"What can I say? I'm pretty likeable," I said jokingly.

She smirked knowingly. "Not like that, Y/N."

I lost my smile as she left me to it, wondering if she was right. I'd always thought it, but maybe if Nat was seeing it too then I wasn't going insane?

—

A few days later, I was helping Mari to hang some wet clothes on the washing line we'd strung up when something caught my attention.

"And where've you been?" Van asked someone, and I wouldn't have been intrigued if it weren't for the nonchalant response.

"Nowhere," Jackie replied, clearing her throat.

Curious, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jackie returning to the cabin from somewhere or the other. The strange bit was seeing her clothes a little dirty, earth staining her denim shorts and white shirt. It was very unlike her to be so unkempt and dishevelled, from the mess of her hair to the mud on her nails. As the only one of us who seemed to actually still care how she looked, this was very out of the ordinary.

"Seriously?" I asked, reading Van's thoughts.

Jackie shrugged, wiping her hands on her shorts before heading around back, no doubt to wash off. I exchanged confused looks with Van before resuming with my job. Weird.

—

Struggling to sleep was something that hadn't really gotten better as time went on. You'd think it would considering it had been a month since we'd crashed here, but it was quite literally a hit and miss to whether I could actually fall asleep or not. And even then, at most, I'd get around five hours.

Tonight wasn't any different, and I was getting tired of the tossing and turning and forcing my eyes closed, so I accepted defeat and got up from my spot to sit in front of the fire. It was getting a little chillier in the air, the nights a little colder, and I feared what would happen when summer was over. But I tried not to overthink it right now, instead watching the wood burn a hot orange, embers crumbling off in the fireplace.

I sat there, hoping I'd succumb to fatigue soon enough, and then ten minutes passed and I heard movement from behind me.

"What are you doing?" It was Jackie, and she was yawning as she took a seat beside me, blanket hugging her.

Feeling bad, I said, "You don't need to–"

"Are you in pain?" she asked, waking up some more as she studied my expression.

"No," I breathed out, to which she relaxed. "Just couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?"

Another yawn, this time she tried to stifle it, and she shook her head. I wasn't stupid though, a frown on my lips.

"You can go back to sleep," I reassured her, in case she felt any moral obligation to be here.

Sly smile on her lips, she tilted her head to look at me. "Eager to get rid of me?"

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips, and she chuckled quietly as to not wake anyone.

She nudged me with her shoulder, taking on a serious approach. "What's up?"

I stared back at the fire, finding it easier to tell the truth when I wasn't looking at her. "Just a lot on my mind."

"Like?"

Sighing quietly, I said, "This. My arm. Being rescued. It's been a month, Jackie."

She fell quiet, exhaling softly. "I know."

I wasn't sure why, but hearing the defeat in her voice only confirmed my fears – that we might be stuck here forever. Frowning, I looked down at my arm, remembering the day we crashed. The day everything broke down. The last day of our old life, but the first of our new one. How depressing.

"I had a dream about a cheeseburger last night," Jackie suddenly spoke, surprising me at the randomness of her comment.

"What?"

"Yeah," she continued like it was normal, nodding, "it was fresh from the grill, had cold lettuce, pickles, onions, tomatoes, that really good burger sauce with the bits of pickle in–"

"Jackie," I stopped her.

She looked to me, confused and almost offended that I'd interrupted. "What?"

Bizarre, that's what she was, and it made me laugh. Worried I'd woken up the others, I looked around, thankful that everybody was still fast asleep, and looked back to Jackie with a stifled smile.

"What are you going on about?" I asked her in a low voice.

The fire was casting shadows across her face, making the glimmer of gold in her hazel eyes shimmer as she spoke. "There were fries too. Hot and crispy and perfectly salted."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, though smiling. "Now you've just made me hungry."

She laughed quietly, looking to the fire with approval. "Better than sad."

My smile didn't disappear as I admired her profile, the curve of her jaw, the soft smile imprinted on her face, her hair that was still messy from being asleep. I could have watched her forever, sat there like that, but then I noticed something stuck in her hair. A remnant of a leaf or something.

"You've got something in your hair," I said in a hushed voice, and she lifted a brow as she glanced at me.

"Huh?"

Figuring it was easier to get it out myself, I leaned forward and used my fingers to gently remove the leaf from behind her ear. She stayed still as I did, then I flicked it in the fire before looking back to her, realising she was watching me closely. It could have been the quiet of the night, the crackling of the fire, the proximity between us, but I was amazed by her beauty, eyes taking in her whole expression.

I was close enough to make out the freckles dusting her nose, her earth-coloured eyes which were focused on mine, even the pinkness of her lips as she licked them subconsciously, making my heart race in my chest. It would have been so easy to lean forward, to close the gap and kiss her, but I was terrified. What if Nat was wrong?

What if she was right?

No, I wasn't bold enough to make the first move. If Jackie wanted this – which, the longer she didn't move away from me made me feel like she did – she'd have to do it. Like the wimp I was, I pulled back, looking away. She sighed as she looked back to the fire, and if I couldn't sleep before, I definitely couldn't now.

"Thanks for staying up with me," I said, "but you should sleep."

"So should you," she retorted.

"I promise, I'll try," I said, before standing up and returning to my bed.

She did the same, the two of us tucking ourselves in a few beds over from one another. My heart was hammering away as I laid down, thoughts of Jackie infiltrating my head.

"Goodnight," she whispered.

I swallowed thickly. "Goodnight."

—

If wanting to kiss Jackie Taylor one time wasn't bad enough, having Nat tease me was even worse. She never outright said anything to me since telling me what she thought that one time, but she was certainly enjoying watching me squirm. Especially one evening, when we were all settled around the campfire.

I had my blanket wrapped around me as I sat close to the fire, appreciating the warmth. It wasn't super cold out tonight, but it was comforting nonetheless. Nat was sat on my right, a space between us, and then Jackie appeared, glancing down at me with a smile.

"This seat taken?" she asked.

Before I could even answer, Nat glanced at me with a stifled smirk, and I knew what she was thinking which made me embarrassed all over again.

Trying to ignore Nat, I answered Jackie, "No, go for it."

She grinned and sat in the space between us, and I gave her the other side of my blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn't huge though, and she was forced to sit a little closer, close enough for me to make out the smell of the perfume she still spritzed on every morning for a sense of normalcy. It was distracting, as was the feeling of her arm and leg pressed up to mine, and I willed myself to snap out of it.

Suddenly, some of the girls were cheering on the other side of the fire, and then I tuned in when I realised they'd agreed to play a game of truth or dare. Nothing like a typical dumb party game to get everyone's minds off being stranded in the wilderness, right?

Admittedly, it was a little funny going around the circle and watching the stupid dares involving the girls drinking moonshine and flashing themselves, or listening to the amusing truths about someone stealing money from their parents or lying on school tests. For a moment, it was like we really were just at a dumb party.

Then it was my turn to go and Mari asked me if I wanted to pick truth or dare.

"Hmm," I thought aloud, being sure to choose wisely. "I guess I pick dare. I mean, how bad can it be when I only have one working arm?"

"Wanna bet?" Van threatened playfully, a devilish smile on her face which made all the other girls laugh.

Smiling with amusement, I didn't doubt her ability to make a fool of me, broken arm or not. "Damn, truth it is."

Everybody fell quiet as they thought of something to ask, and I wasn't worried in the slightest until Lottie decided to speak.

"This is such a go-to, I'm surprised it hasn't been asked," she said with a chuckle, before looking at me. "Do you have a crush right now? Maybe a long lost love back home?"

My smile was still on my lips, though wanting to disappear as I blinked and became acutely aware of everyone's eyes on me, especially the blonde beside me who was very much the root of my crush.

"Nope," I said as convincingly as I could, making everyone groan at my boring answer.

I truly believed I'd gotten away with it until I looked to Jackie beside me as she was next, but instead caught sight of Nat's mischievous grin beside her. Swallowing thickly, I pretended she wasn't there and looked back to Jackie who was already considering her answer as Mari asked the question.

"Truth," she chose excitedly.

"Oh, I've got a good one," Van said eagerly, before fixing Jackie with a curious look. "What's the most disgusting thing you've done since being here?"

A few girls snickered, and I hid a smile as I awaited Jackie's answer. Everybody knew Jackie acted like a princess, so this must've been good.

Jackie thought about it for a moment, looking up in consideration, before she scrunched her nose with disgust. "Okay, nobody kill me," she disclaimed, piquing everyone's interest, "but I accidentally used someone else's toothbrush one time."

Almost instantly, everybody began to talk over one another, demanding to know whose toothbrush she'd used, but Jackie wasn't having it.

"I don't know whose brush it was!" she exclaimed, embarrassed and avoiding everyone's eyes. "I answered your truth and there's no follow up questions. Also, you should really keep your things out of the communal areas. Just saying."

I suppressed the urge to laugh as a few girls scoffed with disbelief. Jackie glanced at me, both embarrassed and amused, a smile on her lips.

"Okay, Nat, you're up next," Mari moved on. "Truth or dare?"

Nat leaned back on her hands as she answered nonchalantly. "Truth."

"I've got a good one," Shauna said, entertained smile aimed at Nat. "Who do you think has lied tonight?"

Everybody began to 'ooh' at her question, knowing it would be the start of some drama which we had so little of out here. I didn't consider it much, until Nat answered without missing a beat.

"Y/N."

I widened my eyes at her response, looking past Jackie and to a smirking Nat. Everybody was watching the two of us like a tennis match.

"What? Why?" I asked Nat calmly, not wanting to betray anything.

Nat only shrugged indifferently. "Dunno. It just can't be true that you don't have a crush."

I kept my cool as I said, "Well, it is."

"Maybe," Nat said, "but I don't believe it."

"Well, you're wrong," I said a little too quickly.

She laughed, unbothered by my defensiveness. "Okay. It's just my opinion."

My cheeks were flaming as I looked to the fire with embarrassment.

"Doesn't matter anyway," Nat added as an afterthought, enjoying tormenting me. "There'd be no way of you letting your crush know. It's not like they're here, right?"

I hoped Jackie couldn't feel the heat exuding from my skin as I sat there silently, distracting myself with my bottle of water and unable to respond to Nat's teasing. Thankfully, the subject was changed with the next person's turn, and I reminded myself to kill Nat later. She was enjoying this a little too much.

Once we'd gone around the circle once, it was getting late and a little nippy outside, so a few girls began to leave. Nat was one of them, winking at me playfully as she walked past, and just as I rolled my eyes, Jackie looked to me with confusion.

"What was that about?"

"Just Nat being Nat," I mumbled.

Unconvinced, she continued to stare at me with furrowed brows. "What was she doing earlier? Why did she say you were lying?"

"What?" I said, hoping to buy some time as I thought of a reason, because I definitely didn't expect her to say anything about it. "Oh, nothing. She was just trying to be funny."

Jackie licked her lips before pursing them. I thought she'd drop it, but then she narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.

"Is it Nat? Your supposed crush?"

I almost choked on my spit. "What?"

Her expression softened. "Is that why she was teasing you? Because you like her?"

Shaking my head instantly, I said, "No, no. That's literally not it at all. If anything, Nat is a pain in my arse."

Jackie hummed quietly, looking back at the fire which was on its way to burning out. I exhaled with relief, finding it ironic that she thought it was Nat who I liked. Oh, how wrong she was.

"So, whose toothbrush was it?" I asked, changing the subject, knowing she was lying earlier.

She paused. "Misty's."

I snorted with amusement. "Yeah, she would've killed you if she found out."

Jackie smiled in agreement, hiding her laugh. I couldn't seem to look away, lost in her stunning profile, lit up by the fire. It was deja vu. Her blonde hair appeared golden, her eyes a kaleidoscope of green and brown, and her lips... they were pink and soft and I wanted to kiss her again, just like last time.

She suddenly turned to look at me, soft smile gracing her lips, and I was too warm in this blanket, our bodies so close that I wouldn't be surprised if she could feel the heat from my skin, a consequence of how nervous she was making me with a simple glance. All I had to do was lean in, but I couldn't.

"I think you're lying too," she muttered with amusement.

Dumbfounded, I asked, "What?"

She clarified, "About not having a crush."

I raised my eyebrows, making her chuckle quietly before patting my leg.

"C'mon, it's cold," she said, before standing up and leaving me with me the blanket, probably assuming I would follow her.

But I was too surprised at what she'd said. That was a hint, right? She knew? She knew I liked her?

Should I have kissed her?

—

I wet some scrap material in the lake, my only source for something cold in the wilderness, and carefully wrapped my broken but healing arm in it. It acted as a terrible ice pack, but I sighed with relief at the cool feeling.

It had been a month and a half since we'd been stranded, a month and a half since my arm broke. I couldn't be sure it was healing correctly, since it still hurt when I moved it and looked a little weird, but the swelling was gone and I didn't need to rely so much on the limited medication we had.

Still, I couldn't do everything I wanted to and I really missed having two working arms. Even now, as I looked out at the lake and saw some of the others swimming in the water, I was jealous. God, I was so bored. Even a swim would be nice, but I physically couldn't.

Instead, I took a spot by the shore and laid on my back, using my arm to shield the sun from my eyes and have a little nap. I didn't completely doze off, just enough to tune out my surroundings for a little while, but then I felt a shoe gently kick at my leg.

"Huh? What?" I asked tiredly, lowering my arm.

Jackie was stood above me, eager smile on her face. I hated the way the butterflies began to swirl in my stomach, all because the sun crafted her silhouette so perfectly. Stupid. Crush.

"I've got a surprise for you," she said.

I sat upright, rubbing my eye. "What does that even mean?"

"Come find out," she exclaimed, before grabbing my hand without warning and pulling me up.

"Jackie–"

"Close your eyes," she instructed with a suppressed grin.

I gave her a disapproving look. "Seriously?"

She shook my arm encouragingly. "C'mon! You're gonna love it. I hope."

Very curious and also still a little out of it from my nap, I decided to entertain her and closed my eyes. She didn't let go of my hand as she dragged me somewhere carefully. I wasn't sure where at first, but then the ground was full of grass and sticks, and leaves were skimming my bare arms the further she led me, and I guessed we were back in the woods.

"Okay, we're here," she said suddenly, stopping abruptly. "Open."

I sighed, opening my eyes and blinking a few times. We were at the usual spot we played acorn soccer in, and I didn't know what the surprise was, but then I saw it. It was some sort of goal or net made of sticks twisted together in an awkwardly shaped dome, about the height of my knee and the width of my outstretched arms.

"What is this?" I asked with an amazed smile, running forward to study it closely.

"You gotta have a target, right?"

I laughed. "This is sick, Jackie!"

She chuckled from behind me. "I'm glad you like it."

"Wait," I realised, turning around to look at her. "Is this what you've been doing?"

It explained why she would sometimes return to the cabin looking a little messy, but I never expected her to be building this. DIY wasn't really her thing.

"Why? You been keeping tabs?" she teased, crossing her arms.

I sighed softly, thinking back to the first time I'd said that to her. Funnily enough, in this very spot.

"You're such an idiot," I said, rolling my eyes playfully, before moving forward to hug her.

She returned it before asking, "Wanna test it out?"

I stared at her with an obvious look. "Duh!"

She grinned and we returned to our usual positions for acorn soccer, though this time we had an actual 'net' and it raised the stakes in the best way possible. I still couldn't believe she'd done this for me.

As I dribbled the acorn 'ball', throwing in some fancy footwork just to annoy Jackie, she put her foot out and I tripped over it, hitting the ground instantly. It didn't hurt, though was definitely surprising, but I thought it would be funny to make Jackie feel bad anyway.

"Ow!" I shouted, rolling onto my back and pretending to clutch my broken arm.

Her expression transformed into one of concern as she gasped. "Oh, shit, are you okay?! I didn't mean to–"

I pushed my foot out slightly before she could finish, easily knocking her forward onto the ground, landing right next to me with a thud. Laughter spilled from my mouth almost instantly, only increasing when she lifted her head to playfully glare at me, a dirt mark on her cheek.

"You asked for it," I said knowingly, before sitting upright.

I offered her my hand as she sat up too, legs intertwined with mine as she wiped her hands onto her shorts.

"Did I actually hurt you?" she asked, tilting her head towards me with a smile.

"You did not," I assured her with amusement, making her sigh with defeat.

"Not funny," she pointed out, which was hard to believe when her eyes were sparkling with anything but seriousness.

I snickered, before my eyes fell to the dirt mark on her cheek. "You've got a little something..."

Motioning to my cheek, she furrowed her brows and lifted her hand to her own to try and get it, but she missed.

"What?"

"Just right–"

"Here?"

I scoffed lightheartedly before using my thumb to get rid of it for her, wiping it away in a few swipes. I had to cup her jaw as I did, not even realising what I was doing until she exhaled softly and her breath dusted my lips. I paused, eyes flickering to hers, and that feeling came back, along with the nerves that always accompanied them. She looked between my eyes before hers fell to my lips, and mine did the same. I wanted to lean in, so so badly, but as usual, my body became paralysed with fear. Why was this so hard?

Like the wimp I was, I was about to let go of her jaw and pull away, ready to pretend this never happened. But she surprised me when she spoke up.

"Just do it."

I blinked, surprised, briefly meeting her half-lidded gaze, and that was all the confirmation I needed. Pushing away my fears, I finally leaned in, kissing her. She sighed into my mouth, moving her hand to the back of my neck to pull me even closer, and I had goosebumps all over at the feeling of her lips on mine. It was slow, long-awaited and wonderful, and I regretted not making a move sooner.

When we pulled apart, my heart was racing and I opened my eyes, only to be submerged in pools of hazel.

"Getting a kiss from you is like pulling teeth, I swear," she murmured, lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Flushing with embarrassment, I cleared my throat and let go of her. "Nothing stopped you from making the first move, y'know."

"And do all the work?" she asked rhetorically. "I left so many hints. I thought you would've taken them."

"I wasn't sure," I admitted, lips still tingling. She rolled her eyes teasingly, but I continued, "I couldn't be sure. Not with you. Not for me."

"You still sound doubtful," she noticed, smile fading a little.

I wasn't sure what to say because a small part of me still was. Accepting that Jackie Taylor had wanted me to kiss her was something I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to.

Suddenly, she kissed me again, brief but enough to have me second guessing my own name. When she pulled away, a knowing smile was on her lips.

"How about now?" she asked, and all I could do was swallow hard with warm cheeks.

She laughed before helping me up off the ground. We dusted ourselves off and then she held out her hand towards me.

"Let's head back," she said, and I smiled as I accepted her hand.

We walked back to the cabin, me personally feeling like I was on cloud nine because the girl I liked actually liked me back.

"So, the thing with Nat," Jackie brought up as we headed back. "The crush and the lying thing. That was about me?"

Oh, God, why was everything so embarrassing?

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly. "She was teasing me because she knew I wouldn't make a move."

This made Jackie chuckle. "She wasn't wrong."

I shot her a sideways glance. "Thanks for the reminder."

"Oh, c'mon," she said between laughter, "don't pout."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "It's fine, don't worry. Let's just all laugh at Y/N because she couldn't kiss the girl, ha, ha, ha."

Jackie kept laughing, though I knew it wasn't out of spite. Besides, at least I'd finally made a move. That was all that mattered.

At least, it did for the next two minutes until we reached the cabin and I saw Nat sat on the steps, taking note of the two of us holding hands.

"And here we go," I whined to myself.

Jackie's smile, still on her face from the amusement of my inability to make the first move, faded as she glanced between Nat and I.

"Hey, Nat!" she called to the blonde, confusing me and earning her attention.

As soon as Nat looked our way properly, Jackie let go of my hand and kissed me, cupping my face between her hands  and taking her time. I was so surprised when she pulled away, as was Nat, not expecting her to be so outright with it.

"What–"

"Anything to add?" Jackie cut me off, instead looking to Nat with a quirked brow that dared her to tease me.

Nat shook her head. "Not at all. Huh."

Satisfied, Jackie smiled sweetly and I was sure my face was hot with embarrassment. I probably should've seen that coming, but also, how could I have?

"Good job," Nat said to me as she walked past us, impressed smile on her lips.

I blinked, before looking to Jackie. "Erm, thanks?"

"Hey, she may have been right, but only I get to tease you about it," she said in a way that sounded like she was joking but I knew she wasn't.

I breathed out, small smile on my face. I may have been the shy one, but at least I had Jackie to rely on. It's not like I'd ever have to make the first move again anyway. The hard part was over.

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[thelittleliars]

Love forever? | Pt.1

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Hospital, angst, fluff

Words: 1.2K

Summary: Natasha forgets that you are her wife after she suffered a head injury.

AN: Hi, I'm back 😁 I plan this to be a series but only if y'all want it too? And if I do it pls tell me if you want to be added to the tag list.

Part 2

You always knew this day would come. The day Natasha got hurt so badly that it would shatter your world. She was alive but you were the one who was barely breathing. The scene where Steve knocked on your door, all bloody and beaten up was constantly playing in your head. You knew right that second that nothing he'd be saying was going to be something good. "Natasha is alive." Those were his first words to you. You were glad he started that way since you honestly didn't know what you had done to him if he started any other way. Though his next words were all blurry to you. The words hospital, explosion, blood and head injury stood out for you and started to worry immediately. When he said "Natasha is alive" he actually meant she is alive for now. A head injury could go wrong fast, you knew that first hand since your twin sister died of an head injury after doctors said she'd be fine. You didn't know if you should go to the hospital to be with her or stay away since this all os very triggering for you. It didn't help that you and your wide had a nasty fight the last time you saw her. Would she even want me to be at her hospital bed? I hurt her pretty badly with my words and I do know that I regret saying them but her actions and words also hurt me.

In the end you decided to go to the hospital and be with her. You were an awful wife in her eyes anyways so not going would only proof her right even more. If only the past couple of months didn't happen then you both would still be in the bliss of an 'innocent' honeymoon phase. It wasn't until two days after staying with her and sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, that she woke up determined. "Y/N," she tried to speak with the tube in her throat. You pushed the button for a nurse to while you tried to calm her down. After them removing all the tubes out of Natasha and drinking some water, she was on her feet looking frantic. "Yelena." She muttered over and over again. "I need to find Yelena. Y/N, will you help me find my sister?"

Your heart broke at her words, realizing that her memories were gone. She thought she was back to the time when the Avengers undid Thanos' snap. Back then, which was only almost four years ago, Natasha also got hurt pretty badly, she was treated in a hospital too but you were very close friends there. 

"Yes of course I will but Nat, listen to me carefully before you go off running alright?" She sat back down on her bed, looking at you intensely wishing you'd hurry up with what you wanted to tell her. "I'm going to get your doctor to inform him about what we want to do so he can discharge you properly. Then we have to talk where you last saw Yelena before we rush out into the chaos that's currently happening outside, alright?"

Natasha had the urge to ignore your advice and sneak out of here to find Yelena fast but she had a huge crush on you and somehow that made do the right thing by listening to you.

After going out her room and talking to the doctor about her memory loss you called her sister. She came as fast as she could, probably driving like a madwoman through the city. You both decided it was the best for her to stay outside just yet so you could explain Natasha what had happen in peace. "Y/N not to rush you or anything but I really need to go and find Yelena now."

You nodded your head. "I understand and I will help you, I promise. There is something important I have to tell you first though." 

"More important than finding my sister?" Your wife started to get upset with you. The serious look you gave her was enough to give in. "Ba-.. Natasha is the last thing you remember how you got injured during the big battle against Thanos?"

"How is this relevant? Wait we won right? Or did I just dream about that?" The color drained from her face, she looked at you like a ghost that was horrified. "Yes we won.. the thing is that happened nearly four years ago."

Natasha wanted to laugh in your face, laugh at the bullshit you were saying, there was no way that happened four years ago. She grabbed all of the wires and iv's attached to her and ripped them all out, you rushed to her knowing she wants to escape from here. "I need to find Yelena." Was all she said but you didn't let her, it made her angry that you hold her back. After telling you once again she needed to find Yelena, you literally had to hold her. 

Yelena decided to come in as soon as she heard noises along with shouting. The sight of you on the ground looking shocked and scared made her heart ache. She knew that it was Natasha's doing, Nat probably did one of her signature moves on you and Yelena knew that some of those moves hurt a lot when you come in contact with the ground. "Natalia, what the hell?!" Yelena came rushing to you, helping you get up but before she could ask you if you're alright you ran away. Nobody could blame you though. You basically just lost your wife and then she hurt you physically for the very first time.

Yelena visited you at your and Natasha's house in the evening. She told you about how Natasha stayed with her until she would remember more. One thing Yelena had yet to tell you was your wife wanted a divorce. Nat saw pictures of you three together at Yelena's apartment. Once iconic photo in particular was how she figured out you two were married. It was the photo of Yelena making a gagging face when you two had your first kiss at your wedding, it was clear to see you two standing the background. The blonde widow counted you as her sister in law, she loved you being her sister and additionally good friend. 

It all came back biting her ass a couple of days later when Natasha demanded the signed divorce from you. You were broken at the news of your wife wanting a divorce and your sister in law hiding that information from you. You felt betrayed by both. Yelena broke out in tears the second she saw the devastated on your face. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. You're my sister and I didn't want to be hurt even more. I honestly thought Natasha would change her mind about it." 

"Yel oh god what am I supposed to do now?" You broke down in her arms, needing the closeness and comfort from her. The fact that you didn't seem upset with Yelena was a huge relief to her, she was afraid of losing you. "I don't know Y/N.... one thing I do know for sure is that you won't lose me okay? This is real, this sister bond is real to me and I love you too much to let you go."

You cried in her arms to the point you physically couldn't cry anymore. There was a silent agreement or swearing that you were never gonna loose Yelena. 

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[rookthorne]

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✿ Tooth rotting fluff, rushed writing

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Today was the big day – your birthday had approached faster than you could process, the days ticked by faster than you could blink, and if Bucky’s reaction (not to mention the whole group’s), today was not going to pass by without a fuss.

You had been ordered, via text, to arrive at the shop at seven o’clock sharp – which was after the doors closed and the shop would be empty. 

Which it was. Quite literally.

The windows were dark, lights long turned off, and there wasn’t a car in sight. 

“The fuck?” You mumbled, stepping out from your car with a slight frown, the slight breeze kissing your skin and making an array of goosebumps to rise. It was a little disheartening, if you were honest – arriving on the dot to see no one there? Nerves simmered in your stomach.

Swallowing the sudden lump in your throat, you stepped up on the sidewalk and crossed to the door – only, there was a piece of paper taped to the door. 

‘To our Sunshine, our Sunny – the love of our lives and the light of our days, open the door, and come inside.’

“That’s not creepy at all,” you whispered, chuckling. “Alright, I’ll bite.”

The door opened with a quiet squeak, but the lights didn’t turn on once you stepped over the threshold. Seconds ticked by as you stood in the darkened shop, and your apprehension only grew – what the hell was going on? “Guys–Buck? Hello?”

A lot of things happened, all at once. 

The lights flickered on to reveal streamers and banners, balloons and confetti, covering the entirety of the shop – music suddenly blasted from the speakers along the ceiling, and there, right in front of you, stood everyone.

Smiles blinding, eyes bright, and arms wide. “Happy fucking birthday, Sunshine!”

“Oh my god!” You yelled, your hands flying to your open mouth. Shock rooted you in place and you watched, awestruck, while Bucky rushed forward with the others following close behind. “Guys! I thought–”

“We would never forget about our Sunny,” Steve laughed, pulling you into a bear hug. Your arms wrapped around him just before he was pulled away by Nat.

“Like we ever would,” she chimed in, pulling you into her side, wide smirk on her blood red lips. 

Peter rushed forward next, a grin of childish glee on his face. “Hell no, Sunshine! C’mere.” You were pulled into a crushing hug, and you laughed, hugging him back with just as much enthusiasm. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Bucky called, pulling Peter off you. “I would like to wish my girl a happy birthday, can the lot of you fuck off?”

Everyone cleared out to the back room with orders to not take forever, and you were left alone with Bucky who didn’t waste a second on pulling you close. “Today’s the day, huh, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nodded into his chest, revelling in his tight embrace. “It is.”

“That means I gotta say happy birthday then,” Bucky said lowly, pulling you back. You grinned and met him halfway for a deep kiss, pouring all of your gratitude and love into it. 

When Bucky finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on yours, and he smiled softly as he gently swayed the both of you side to side. “Happy birthday, sweetheart–there aren’t any words that even cover just how lucky a fella like me is, to have you.”

“You big sap,” you replied, and Bucky laughed, shaking his head.

“But you love it.”

And you did.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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[cr--books]

Possessive Natty

NSFW: Slightly spicy, mommy kink, age gap(LEGAL), innocent!reader, possessive nat, pervycarol, marking, kisses, ass slapping, grinding (not on natasha)

Parties were never my thing, I was 19 and couldnt drink so there was no real reason for me to go in aside from the fact Natasha was going to be there.

She had been my crush from the moment fury introduced me to the avengers, her green eyes reminded me of spring which was my favourite season, she was so beautiful

I sighed playing with the hem of my dress, wanda had left me to go talk to her walking talking vibrator

"Hi" I turned and smiled at the blonde standing infront of me

"Hey Captain" I smirked at her, she loved being called that title she looked me up and down and put her hand around her waist

"Come dance with me gorgeous" I nodded and let her drag me to the dance floor her hand slowly rubbing my ass and waist and she stood behind me moving my hips to the music, I giggled slowly grinding on her my hands around her neck, her lips started kissing my neck before she bent me forever wrapping her hand around my throat

I giggled sliding back up her body, a cough interrupted us, I smiled as Natasha walked infront of me and Carol, she was glaring at the blonde behind me before smiling at me

"Everything okay, natty" I smiled at her again, she nodded and grabbed my hips pulling me flush against her chest, I blushed as she leant down to my ear, "be a good girl and go to the bar and wait for mommy" she bit my earlobe looking at carol, I nodded, and she let go of me letting me walk away, not hesitating to slap my ass as I walked away I yelped and walked faster

I waited for about 10 minutes before Natasha grabbed my arm blood dripping from her knuckles as she dragged me to the elevator pushing me against the wall after pressing her floor

"Why was she touching you" I frowned at her tone it wasnt the nice one she always used with me it was an angry tone

"She just wanted to dance natty, why are you angry" I pouting, cocking my head to the side, she smiled running a hand over my chin

"My innocent little baby, you dont know how badly carol wanted to fuck you baby, but she cant you belong to mommy" she whispered as the door opened picking me over her shoulder, "I'll let everyone know your mine, tonight"

Once we got to her room she carefully put me down on the bed before ripping the dress off my body, I gasp and covered myself with her blanket

She chuckled and pulled the blanket off, "aw baby mommys sorry she didnt mean to scare you, mommy just wanted to see your pretty body" she kissed my stomach causing me to giggle, "baby, can I mark you" I nodded as she kissed up my body, sucking and biting I moaned arching my back into her, "mommy loves you baby" she kissed my lips before sucking on my neck

"Love mommy too"

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[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 24

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  implied fantasy smut.

“Hey…are you okay?”

Cinna nodded, smiling up at her friend, “yes-I just-it’s amazing to see how all of you have accepted me and my pups into your pack…”

“We may act like barbarians, but we are a very accepting group,” Nat smiled sweetly, “and anyways, you’re our luna.  Our pack has waited what feels like forever for you.  I don’t know if you noticed or not, but Bucky isn’t willing to compromise about things that he’s passionate on…and one of those topics is his mates.  He’s had offers for years to settle down with someone and for us to have a luna, but he wanted to have faith that he’d be okay…that he’d find the right one eventually.”

Cinna bit her lip, “I noticed.”

Yelena nudged her, “you’ve made our alpha very happy…I’ve never seen him like this.”

“N-not even with Steve?”

“It was…different with Steve…” Nat admitted softly, “not bad different, but they were young pups.  And Steve’s father wasn’t accepting of the pairing…and neither was his pack.  But we all get along well with the Stark pack.  He’s been kind to our alpha, and vice versa.  We are glad that he chose you!  He must really love you.”  

“Can I ask something, Nat?” she asked, “will-will you be honest with me?”

“Natasha is always too honest,” Yelena laughed as she continued on with their stroll, “don’t test that theory.”

“Do either of you think that it’s odd?” you asked, “we-we haven’t heard anything from Steve and Sharon…but they seemed pretty intent on war when we were at the Stark pack summit.”

“I think that if it was meant to be then it would be,” Natasha replied thoughtfully, “Sharon is a bully…but not truly powerful.  I think she’s only kept Steve around because she feeds off his power with her mark…but I don’t think that she’d truly last in a war.  Our pack would crush hers.  And I think that deep down, she knows that.  She’s an idiot, but not wholly suicidal.”

Cinna nodded, taking in the information as they started to come up to the training grounds, “you know, if you are interested in learning how to fight or protect yourself, we could always teach you…and believe it or not, Clint is a sigma.”

“A sigma?” she asked, her brows popping up in surprise, “I didn’t-he doesn-“

“Doesn’t come across as one?” Natasha smiled.  Cinna nodded, “we know.  Alpha Barnes…Bucky-he has a program for sigmas and omegas…anyone that really wants to better themselves at ignoring alpha commands during battles…Clint was a test subject of sorts.  He found out that if a designation is put in the right conditions, they can actually ignore alpha commands…”

“H-how does he do that?”

“It takes years of training!” Clint admitted, practically appearing out of nowhere, “we’ve been working on it since we were pups, because I had been taken as a POW in a war with another pack.”

“Clint was actually from a pack in the Midwest,” Yelena admitted, “our pack rescued him when he was what…eight?  Ten?”

“Six,” Clint corrected, “my pack was wiped out…Bucky’s father was the one who rescued me…me, Bucky and Natasha all came up together…”

“And then we got stuck with Yelena when my parents wanted another pup!” Natasha teased as she grabbed her little sister and pulled her close.

Yelena playfully snapped at her sister, and the two siblings smiled, pushing away from one another, “so, luna…what’s on the agenda for today?  We’re having a pack feast tonight, so-“

“Another one?”

“Alpha Barnes believes in celebrating life,” Yelena smiled, “our pack dynamics are a little…different than most.”

“I’ve noticed!” Cinna smiled, “but I love it here, and so do my pups…so I’m not complaining!”

“TO OUR LUNA!”

The drinks were thrown up in the air, chalices and glassware clinking wildly as the roar from the pack put butterflies in Cinna’s stomach.  She looked at Bucky and couldn’t help but swoon as she saw Saradia snuggling into his chest.

It was far past the three-year old’s bed time, but she’d wanted to be part of the festivities, much like Peter and Stevie, who were both animatedly talking with the other pups next to their own head table. 

Bucky reached out with his free hand and Cinna took it, longing to touch Bucky at any chance that she could. 

“Looks like you may have a new shadow, alpha!” Cinna teased, gesturing to her daughter who was basking in the fact that Bucky was holding her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my fiery little sigma so attached to anyone…”

Bucky smiled at his mate, “I want a whole pack of pups, omega…I’ve always wanted that…and I think that Saradia sees that and feels safe with me.”

The three-year-old, who was trying so hard to stay awake nodded, shifting so that she could look at her mother. 

“Hello little one…”

“Our pack, momma…”

“Yes baby…this is our pack…”

“Daddy pack.”

Even knowing how close Bucky and her had become over the past few days, Cinna was still surprised to hear the words uttered from her lips. 

“Yes baby…” she smiled softly, her other hand reaching out to stroke her pup’s cheek.  She looked up at Bucky, “maybe I should put the kids to bed…it’s late.”

“Whatever you want, omega!”

“No, momma!” she begged, shifting out of Bucky’s arms and towards her mother, “wanna stay up…like Peter…”

“Peter and Stevie need to sleep too baby!” she cooed. 

“Uh uh!” she giggled, shifting out of the alpha’s arms entirely before running over to Peter and clinging to his side while she watched him interact with the pups from Bucky’s pack. 

“I-it’s nice…you know!” she admitted after a second, “seeing my pups together…having all of them here.”

Bucky reached out and was gentle in how he pulled his mate’s chair closer, before shifting her onto his lap.  He pressed a few soft kisses to her neck before she turned to look at him.

“I’m happy that you’re happy, luna…”

“I’m home!” she sighed softly, nuzzling against him, “home and with my pups…and my mate…how could I not be happy?”

“Luna?”

Cinna looked up, broken from her thoughts of her first night there, “I’m sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted us to get the pups down for a nap before the festivities?” one of the caretakers asked. 

Natasha giggled from beside her, nudging her, “you thinking about your alpha over there?”

“Wh-what?”

Yelena rolled her eyes and left the group.  Cinna’s own eyes followed her, and that was when she noticed what had pushed her into a trance like state.  Bucky had been play-fighting with Saradia, Peter, and Stevie, showing them how to use the stick swords, laughing as he talked about the old, civilized way of fighting with a sword and shield. 

And the kids seemed like they were having the times of their lives, each of their little faces lighting up as they poked the big alpha with the fake swords while he attempted to outmaneuver them. 

But she had noticed the sweat that had formed on his tan, developed abdomen.  The droplets and how they had paraded between the ridges and valley of his deep cut abs. 

Her pupils dilated as she watched his form. 

‘Take the kids in!’ she whimpered softly, not bothering to spare the entourage a look.  They were quick in removing the giggling children.  She noticed the surprise on Bucky’s features, and how he was about to ask where they were taking the pups, until he saw his omega’s face. 

Until he smelled the scent of her arousal filling the air around him.  He smiled, stalking towards her, ‘omega…’

The simple call of her designation was enough to set her soul on fire. 

She growled at him, and he growled in response.  His chest heaved as he breathed in deeply to catch her scent, ‘smell so sweet, omega.’

‘Need you, alpha!’ she purred, feeling the butterflies moving from in her stomach to a tingling between her thighs.

‘Can smell you!’ he exclaimed, sweeping her into his arms.  She moaned, and her eyes closed as he pulled her into a searing kiss.  

‘Bucky!’

He growled yet again, and cupped her ass, squeezing the fleshy globes, ‘gonna put a pup in you, omega…’

‘Put a whole litter in me!’ she begged.

‘Never gonna stop!’ he growled between kisses as he slid his hand down her thigh and pressed her against the wall.  She moaned, feeling his hardened length only sheltered by his denim, ‘gonna keep you full, luna.  Gonna build up our pack with so many pups…’

“MOMMY!”

Cinna was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a set of hands wrap around her leg.  She smiled, seeing that Stevie had run up to her and was hugging her. 

Peter and Saradia were close behind, attacking her thighs with just as much energy as the alpha pup. 

“I made it first!” Stevie proclaimed happily.

“That you did, my little alpha!”

“Well, I got here second!” Peter grinned.

“Also true, my sweet little omega.”

“I made too!” Saradia frowned. 

She leaned forward and picked up her youngest, perching on her hip.  She kissed her cheek, “and my fearless little sigma…how could I forget you?”

She giggled as Bucky joined the group, fake sword perched on his shoulder, “I lost all my little soldiers…”

“Momma!” Saradia smiled, as though it were the most obvious thing.

“That’s right, little sigma,” Bucky grinned, pinching her cheek, “We always protect our omegas…especially our mothers and pups.  You three were right to come protect your mother…because I’m going to eat her next!”

The pups giggled as Bucky dropped his sword and scooped his omega into his arms, before peppering her face in kisses.

“No, daddy!” Saradia said quickly, trying to push Bucky’s face away, “you don’t eat momma.  She’s luna.”

“That’s right!” he proclaimed, pressing a kiss to Saradia’s cheek, “your mother is our pack’s luna…do you know what that makes you?”

“Princess?”

The boys laughed from between Bucky and Cinna, shaking their heads at their baby sister, but Bucky nodded as he plucked Saradia from Cinna’s grasp, “that’s right, Saradia.  You’re a princess.  You’re daddy’s little princess and princess over the whole pack!”

Her eyes seemed to light up as Peter looked at Cinna, “princesses don’t exist, do they, mommy?”

“Of course not!” Stevie laughed. 

“In Europe, they don’t go by pack leaders,” she reminded them, “they do call them princesses and princes…if we ever went, Bucky would be a king, and I would be queen of the Barnes pack…just as you two would be princes and Saradia would be a princess.”

“I’m a prince!” Peter smiled. 

“That you are,” she grinned, “come little pups…I came to get you because Natasha and Yelena reminded me about the feast tonight!”

Stevie’s eyes lit up, “another one?”

“Yes, another one…come on…I need to get the three of you bathed and napped beforehand.”

“But I’m not tired, momma!” Saradia whined.

“But if you nap, you can stay up with me and mommy…and Peter and Stevie,” Bucky reminded her gently, helping out in his own little way, “you can stay for the whole party.”

She seemed to think about it for a second before nodding, and reaching back out to Cinna, who was mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ to him. 

Bucky watched as Cinna got the kids all lined up and headed towards the packhouse.  He felt his inner wolf howling at how she walked away from him, hips swaying.  He breathed a deep sigh and paused. 

His brows furrowed as he noticed the sweeter scent. 

“You okay, alpha?” Sarah asked as she rejoined him after putting the swords away. 

Bucky nodded, “I just-my luna…she smells sweeter.  Have you noticed?”

Sarah shook her head, “sorry, Buck…wasn’t sniffing your mate…who knows…only time I’ve ever known her to smell sweeter though was when she’s about to go into a heat, or when she was pregnant…”

“Yeah…”

“I mean, you two did have that romp at Tony’s summit,” she laughed, nudging the alpha, “who knows indeed.  Maybe the Barnes pack is about to see their first heir through their alpha and luna.”

She laughed for a second, but stopped when Bucky’s eyes snapped to hers, and the realization hit him. 

“She’s been here four months, Sarah…” Bucky said quickly, eyes going wide, “I-she hasn’t had a heat since the night we sent each other into a breakthrough one…”

“Well shit,” she smiled, slapping the alpha on the shoulder, “looks like the Barnes pack might see it’s first heir after all…congratulations, Alpha…”

“Holy shit…” he murmured to himself, “i-it’s really happening…”

“So,” she smirked, “when are you going to tell Cinna?”

Chapter 25

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

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[littlelordfuckler0y]

Elijah Mikaelson x reader Instagram au [1] 2

HEYleymarshall_ so far we’ve only just daggered klaus once (he’s still alive)

@freyasnothere Good going!

@itsrebekAh Wedding spirit in the mikaelson house😍

@yourusrname THE WHAT NOW?????? KLAUS WAS DAGGERED??? WHEN WHAT-WHERE WAS I????

@HEYleymarshall_ everyone involved in the wedding is still alive calm down 🧘‍♀️

@elijahmikaelson Though I’m in the photo I would like to clarify I was not involved in any dagger process

@its.kol Elijah probably don’t even know what the sign means LOL

itsrebekAh Wedding plannings got a bit out of hand

@yourusrname is anyone going to tell me what is going on??????????????

@HEYleymarshall_ We don’t want to stress the bride!!!! There’s also nothing to stress about

@itsrebekAh Kol and klaus got into a fight over the labels on a soda can —> the daggering but Elijah stepped in it’s alright now

@yourusrname I—

@klaus0riginal how DARE kol have a superior title to me

@elijahmikaelson we are not to bring up the drugs anymore Niklaus let it go

@yourusrname Drugs WHAT DRUGS?

@klaus0riginal he thinks the coke in Coca Cola is the drug

@its.kol can’t believe Elijah crushed all the cans that said “legend” WE GOT MOST OF THEM FOR THE GUESTS NOW WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE THEM

@yourusrname do not bother pls I’ll get it

its.kol don’t understand why Elijah needs to buy a new suit for the wedding when he already has a million of them

@itsrebekAH_ Did you guys finalise a suit yet?

@its.kol for Elijah not yet—also I was just enlightened that I’m going to have to wear the same suit as klaus?

@klaus0riginal just as dreadful for me brother

@freyaisnothere because it’s his WEDDING

@elijahmikaelson Exactly, thank you

@freyaisnothere Hurry up though y/n finalised a dress much sooner

@elijahmikaelson It’s my wedding I can’t rush into a perfect suit

@itsrebekAH_ okay Cinderella

@yourusrname Look sharp boys ;)

@its.kol Whatever the bride wants

itsrebekAh Bachelorette💖

@freyaisnothere WHAT A NIGHT!!!!

@HEYleymarshall_ Same penis forever!

@yourusrname Not what I meant by low key

@carebeare_ Oh please this is as low key as it gets

@gilbertelenaaaaa Exactly

@klaus0riginal Why wasn’t I invited

@itsrebekAh_ it was y/n’s bachelorette klaus

@klaus0riginal AND?

@yourusrname Didn’t you have your groom’s men bachelors party with Elijah already?

@its.kol_ we watched a nat geography documentary

@elijahmikaelson It was supposed to be my party we’ve to watch what I like that’s how it works I believe

elijahmikaelson Eternity it is then ❤️

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[waltermis]

To My Love And Her Forever Person

MASTERLIST ↠ SERIES MASTERLIST

Optional Chapter 2

Summary: After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person

Warnings: Angst

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

A/N: I might do a Part 2... lemme know if I should!

драгоценная ангел - precious angel  

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To my love,

If you’re reading this then it means I’ve finally had the courage to give this to you.

Nat, I’m so sorry. I know that whatever I say will never make a difference. I know that you probably hate me. I know that you never want to see me again so I’ll keep this brief.

I’m sorry about how I left things. I’m sorry about how I reacted. I’m sorry for every single time I ever caused you pain. I’m sorry for the way I started to pull away when things got tough. I’m sorry for giving up on us. I’m sorry that I gave up on fixing our arguments. I’m sorry for leaving in the middle of the night. I’m sorry for leaving you after I promised that I never would. I’m sorry for not saying goodbye. I’m sorry for leaving you crying in the bathroom the night before. I’m sorry that I broke your heart. I’m sorry for screaming at you. I’m sorry for telling you that I hated you. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but the one thing I will never be sorry for is loving you. I hope you find someone better than me. I hope you find someone that will treat you like the queen you are. I hope that whoever makes you happy will continue to do that until your last breath. I hope that one day you will forgive me. I hope for a lot of things, but most of all, I hope you find your forever soulmate. I love you Natalia Alianova Romanova. And I always will.

Your драгоценная ангел

Y/N

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Dear Natasha’s forever person,

I hope that you treat Natasha with the respect she deserves. I hope you treat her nice and take her out on amazing dates and make her smile as wide as she can.

I hope you love her as much as she loves you. I hope that Natasha feels safe enough to be able to hold you and kiss you in front of her families. I hope that Yelena accepts you with open arms and calls you her сестра or брат. I hope that Alexi pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and calls you his child. I hope that Melina pulls a weapon on you because she means that approves of you.

I hope that Tony will wrap his arms around your shoulder and tell you the worst joke about the Black Widow. I hope that you bond with Steve about the 1900’s and talk with Bruce about science-y stuff. I hope that you get along with Sam and Bucky and that you’re able to do the funniest pranks with them. I hope that Peter runs to you when he has a problem because it means he trusts you enough to call you his parent. I hope that you bond amazingly with Clint and treat his kids and Laura with love and admiration. I hope you get to know Wanda through cooking and that you can laugh together about Vision’s inability to detect sarcasm. I hope that you take care of Natasha in ways I never could. I hope you will care for her and love her as much as she loves you because she is full of love. No matter what she says.

And although I say that I hope, I do mean that I know. Because Natasha doesn’t just pick anyone to be her forever person. I hope you know that.

And if you ever find it hard to understand Nat, here’s some tips.

She’ll bite her lip excessively when she’s stressed

To help her destress, she likes it when you run your hand through her hair

She picks around her nails when she’s worried

Don’t scold her about it, she hates that.

Just take care of her and tell her that you love her.

She’s usually freaked out after having a nightmare

Going to Walmart and baking a velvet cake with her calms her down

And if that doesn’t work, ask her if you can braid her hair. Wait until she says yes before you make a move.

When she has a breakdown

When she has a breakdown, don’t force her to talk. Just hold her tight and promise that you’ll never let go.

When’s she staring at you with big round eyes

Take her someplace alone, it usually means that she misses you and wants a cuddle session.

Grab a large hoodie to wear and she’ll burrow herself between the hoodie and you.

If she’s ever sad

All you need to do is call her an adorable cheesy nickname and she’ll grin like the Cheshire cat.

I don’t mean to make it sound like I know it all. It’s just a small guide if you ever get stuck. I wish all the best of luck. And I honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I know that you will make her the happiest she will ever be. Because she was like that with me. And I know that she’ll trust you more than she ever trusted me. Just treat her with the respect she deserves and nothing will ever go wrong for you two.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

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893 words

Optional Chapter 2

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[romanoffsbish]

Forever, Always, and All my Days After That…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Love Languages— Why pick just one, when you can have them all… ? 🫶🏻

This shit will be a little hurt/comfort, but primarily it will be fluffy af. 🤪

Sexually explicit at times—Minors DNI | 18+

Natasha had lived over a quarter of her life without experiencing love in all its intended glory, so she had never anticipated finding it. Closest to love she had ever gotten in her youth was with her baby sister Yelena back in Ohio. Painfully short lived glimpse into the life she'd always been meant to live, but never had the luxury of doing so because a poor excuse for a man—Dreykov—was far too drunk on the idea of gaining power at the expense of young girls innocence.

When she had first met you during her deflection to Shield she had no clue just how important you'd be to her. She'd been quiet, and attempted to keep to herself, but you were anything but and that was always a point of interest for her. "Love is for children," is a mantra that had been drilled into her psyche; with her "mama's" words at the forefront of her mind she never allowed herself to believe it.

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Even so—her heart—though kept, was a fortress that required patience to break through to, and fortunately that was something you had loads of. So, within a matter of a year you were somehow able to unravel everything she'd ever learned about love, throwing her full force into an unwavering crush. Clint saw right through Nat's attempts to deflect her feelings, and was fortunately able to push her into asking you out, and the rest is a well made history of authentic love.

Today though is rather "loveless", as the assassin is lounging—moping—around on your shared floor of the compound while you're off on an "important" mission with Agent Hill. Fury had dismissed her from his office the moment she tried to fight him over it, having only just gotten you back from a previous mission, but all she got from it was a lost hour with you before you were being sent off again on a jet this morning.

After she'd finished her training for the day she laid down to relax—"wither away"—on the couch with a collection of your favorite snacks and her comfort movie queued up on the screen. With a loud sigh she pressed play on Moonraker, mindlessly mirroring the dialogue while her thoughts were truly anywhere else but here.

It's well known that most people tend to absorb love through a couple of the defined languages. For the assassin who'd been so cruelly deprived of such devotions throughout her life though, you'd found out along the way that she thrived off every last one of them in total equivalence.

Words of Affirmation

Whatever phrase of endearment it was you used for her throughout the day—it didn't really matter. To put it simply, you always had a way with words, never failing to bring a crimson tint to her cheeks, and for a flutter from deep within to make itself prominent within her chest.

—

Stood in the doorway of your shared room you silently observed Natasha holding up two swimsuits while stood before a mirror in her lingerie. Throwing the bikini onto the bed, with a sad look you only caught through the mirror, led you to making your appearance known. Pushing off the doorway you were quick to stand behind her, wrapping your arms around her before speaking to her. 

"You're beautiful just the way you are lovey, wear the bikini if that's what you want, then come meet us in the pool. Remember, every last piece of you is worthy of love—you've definitely got all of mine."

You spun her around by her hips, then held her firmly in place before passionately kissing her, tenderly tracing your thumb over her most prominent scar that hovers over her panty line that you know is the cause of all this insecurity.

"Hurry out my darling." You muse with a final peck to her lips, and a cheeky smile on your face as you walk out leaving her stuck in place.

—

Natasha remembers your first time together like it was just yesterday, it started as a rushed sequence of events fueled by lust filled movements up until she screamed stop at the top of her lungs. Terrified of having gone too far you jumped back, staring down at her with fear in your eyes, and she just began to sob.

Having no clue what went wrong you settled before the bed on your knees, and laid your hand in front of her to allow her the opportunity for closeness if she'd wanted. Desperately her hand linked with yours, while you remained silent and gave her the necessary time to feel whatever it was she needed to.

"I'm sorry..."

"Tasha, you don't have any reason to be sorry."

"I-I.."

"Can I hold you baby, would that be okay?"

"Please..."

You cautiously took residence in the bed, leaning against the headboard, allowing her to move into your lap at her own pace. Once she settled into your open lap, her head fell against your chest, allowing her to hear your heartbeat.

"It's just, I want this to go well, I don't want to rush us Y/N/N. Every time I've given myself to someone, they just leave, and I wouldn't make it if you left me." She suddenly breaks through the silence, sounding incredibly small as she does, and shattering your heart in the process.

"Baby, it's okay if you're not ready; I'll wait for you forever if that's what you need, because you're so much more to me than a pretty face to have in my bed. You're my favorite person, and I love you, and trust you beyond belief. I also promise you Nat, that if and when you're ready I won't run."

Her lips pressed to yours desperately after that, slowly she'd adjusted herself to straddle you.

"Are you sure?" You ask, wanting to be on the same page before allowing yourself to lose control.

"Yes..." She breathlessly whispered into your mouth, hand slowly guiding yours into her pants where you gently explored her wetness before spending the rest of the night showing the woman what it was like to make love. 

—

Most mornings Natasha would wake up and live an entire day before your eyes ever opened. Usually she'd settle back down in bed just before your alarm was set to go off, then proceed to wake you with a littering of kisses right before pulling your face into her chest to shield you from the "burning" light.

On the occasional morning where you do wake up alone it usually wasn't a big deal, because you know it's only ever because of something important, but you'd hate for Natasha to stop the cute wake up call. So, in the cutest way possible you'd traipse out of bed, pout upon your lips, and blanket wrapped around your shoulders so you can go off in search of her.

"My beautiful angel, I missed you in bed this morning, waking up without you next to me should be a crime..."

Her lips quirk up at the sound of your morning voice, and the feel of your lips on her bare shoulder since she's still in her training tank.

"Moya lyubov', I'm so sorry, I promise I wanted to be there. Tony needed help with some hacking, and apparently only I could assist him, but I did race here to make you this cup of warmth in hopes of forgiveness."

"It'll do for now, but I do hope for some make up cuddles after I finish my work out." You teasingly mumbled before slamming the mug back, then you were leaning forward to place a chaste kiss to her lips before guiding your blanket around her shoulders and departing for the gym.

"Deal!" She shouted back, smiling as she watched you catch the granola bar she threw your way with ease, throwing back a playful wink before disappearing around the corner.

—

Natasha and you were always reluctant when it came to sending the other off on missions where you both wouldn't be present to watch over each others sixes. Natasha always just a tad bit more nervous than you though, so you'd come up with a cute little way to make it easier.

Whomever was to be sent off would mutter out a hushed "Forever" while your foreheads were pressed against one another, and your arms were firmly holding the other close.

"Always" would be next out of the unfortunate person being left behinds mouth, then the two of you would lean in to share a kiss full of silent pleads that whomever shall go will return in one piece.

Then, upon return, whether that be through a worried kiss over a gurney, or her personal favorite—a run and jump kind of hug, where you'd spin her around, then upon placing her on the ground the returned party would whisper "And all my days after that," before sealing it in with a sweet kiss.

Normally, the likes of Tony would attempt to tease, but a raised widow bite always did the trick in shutting him up. That, and the honest fact that he admired the both of yours love for one another immensely. The entire team truly looked to the both of you whenever things would get too heavy, and just admire your abilities to save each other from the noise.

—

Natasha takes everything you've ever said to her to heart, absorbing the words and storing them deep within her psyche, so that on days like today—when you're off on a mission—she can replay them in her mind.

Most important to her though is all the whispered "I love you's," as you spend most of your days reassuring her with the loaded phrase. Never will the former assassin tire of hearing you say those words to her.

Quality Time

No matter how busy life gets, you've worked it out that Director Fury, and Commander Hill know that the third weekend of every month is off limits. Once when Fury had attempted to sneak Natasha off onto a mission, and failed, he'd woken up the following morning to find a pile of ash beside his bed. Every variation of his black eyepatch had been burnt, only to be replaced with a bright orange one in its place, and to make it that much worse it was decked out in loose glitter. Never again did he try to cut into the designated weekend, and he was all the safer for it.

Natasha remembers your rush to get to Shield that Sunday morning, and she was shocked since it was still your weekend off together, but upon seeing the Director walking in with a new patch accompanied by a deep frown she certainly understood.

"Morning Director Fury." You'd teasingly greeted the man, with your hands behind your back.

"Agent Y/L/N, so help me..."

"Ah, aht, sir... Careful what you say, because we wouldn't want you stuck in this abomination for the remainder of this week now, would we?"

Your hands dropped to your side, slowly lifting the beauty that was his only remaining black patch.

Natasha wasn't big on extravagance, not that she didn't appreciate the occasional fancy date.  It was the moments like these that were her favorite. Where she got to stand by your side, hand in yours, while you did something incredibly asinine to make her laugh.

"Do we have an understanding now Director?"

"Yes ma'am..." He practically whispered, but it was followed by a groan when you'd pulled the prized eyepatch out of his reach.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." You reply innocently, but Natasha saw the mischievous glint in your eyes from a mile away.

"Yes ma'am." He repeated, louder this time, and you were satisfied enough with the slight humiliation to pass it along, then scurry off out the doors with your giggling lover attached before any reprimanding could occur.

"God, I love you so fucking much." Natasha admitted through her fits of laughter, but your halted steps and deafening silence sobered her up enough to realize what she'd just said.

This wasn't the first 'I love you' muttered between you two, as you'd said it countless times, but for her saying it was terrifying, and you'd understood that completely. Saying it just made it all the more real; all good things come to an end, that's been her experience thus far anyways, so the sinking feeling attached to the idea of that phrase somehow being the beginning to the end had kept her hindered.

"You do?" You choked out after a beat of silence, lifting your head to lock eyes with her.

The vulnerability in your tone, paired with your glossy eyes full of hope were enough to calm her insecurities, and going back wasn't even an option for her.

"Yes. I do, I thought it was obvious." She emotionally chuckles out, squeezing the both of your hands while pulling you closer to her.

"I love you too Natty!" You giddily shriek into her face, she chuckles lightly before trying to kiss you, but your inability to stop smiling made it impossible.

After a lengthy hug you excitedly pulled her towards the car, then drove off to a lookout point you'd been dying to bring her to ever since you stumbled upon it a few weeks prior.

Natasha watched as you set up an elaborate picnic, because whenever she tried to help you'd just shoo her away.

"That's a lot of food detka..."

"Yeah, I thought the more the better, save us from having to return to the compound sooner than necessary."

"That's smart thinking, this whole set up is perfect! Thank you for this moya lyubov'..."

"It's honestly nothing baby, you know that spending my days with just you is my favorite."

Natasha and you settled down on the picnic blanket, taking in the beautiful scenery around you, and paying little mind to the way the sky fades from light blue, to a deep pink. Spending the day discussing your hopes and dreams, and only ever packing up once the fireflies make their presence known.

Physical Touch

Natasha just couldn't get enough of you, it was as if you were both polar opposite magnets, drawn to each other against the circumstances of it all, and that's something she wouldn't change that for the sake of the world.

—

Rather quickly into your relationship with the former assassin you'd learned that her experience with touch had been anything but gentle. It was made obvious in the way she'd tense up when you hugged her, or flinch when you would try to hold her hand, so you took a step back in favor of her supposed comfort and left the ball entirely in her court.

When you stopped trying to touch her though, she completely lost her shit, rather fearful that you didn't want her anymore. You'd made quick work of cupping her cheeks after hearing her bogus fears, waiting for her to accept the gentleness of your movements, and once she began to cry you pulled her into you for a tight embrace, holding her until she stopped tensing and melted against you instead.

Everyday after her freakout she began to become more comfortable with the subtle touches, whether that be the grazing of hands, or the simple hugs you would offer her, until one day she finally reached a point where all she craved was having you close. Now—hand holding, cuddling, and make out sessions were an everyday occurrence.

—

On movie nights at the compound, even before everyone knew you were hers, she'd always sit beside you—it was something everyone knew. One time though, Tony had taken up residence beside you, and had the man not felt eyes boring into the side of his head he definitely would've woken up the following day with a short circuiting arc reactor.

Now that the team officially knows you're hers though, there's a designated couch for the both of you, where she'll sit down beside you, but somehow by the end of the first film will be completely fused to your body.

—

From the outside looking in, Natasha is a powerhouse of a woman, so it's of no shock to you that around the compound she's presumably the top in your relationship. With a coy smile on your face you'd ignored the mens inappropriate discourse in favor of locking eyes with your blushing lover across the room. Obviously you'd tease the woman behind closed doors later to disprove the claims, but this was truly none of their business, and Natasha's dignity will remain intact if you'd got anything to say about it.

Natasha had honestly never bottomed before you came into her life, always too afraid to relinquish the control to another, but with you she became a pile of mush most days. Handing over the control in turn for immense pleasure with you was the easiest thing she'd ever done, and in the end the most rewarding as well.

Acts of Service

Natasha had always found it rather difficult after a night well spent with you to keep her eyes open, so they'd usually flutter shut when you were placing gentle kisses over the entirety of her face as she came down from her high.

Once she was out like a light you'd carefully get out of the bed to head off to the kitchen to prepare a snack for the both of you to share. With an idea of who your lover was it usually involved peanut butter, whether it be a sandwich paired with some lays, or just a sliced up apple with a heaping pile for dipping.

Then you'd return to the bedroom to work on running a warm bath for Natasha, filling it up with those lavender scented bath salts that were designed for relieving one's aching muscles before you got to work on waking her up.

"Nat, my darling, nap time is over." You'd gently whisper, dragging your nails across her bare abdomen, then chuckle lightly at the groans that would tumble from her lips.

"I know you're tired sweet girl, but we got to get you cleaned up." You'd murmur, an edge of humor in your tone as you would be made to observe your fierce girlfriend whining like a toddler unable to finish their nighttime cartoons.

"'M fine... Just lay down and cuddle me..."

Even if the thought was tempting you knew better, because come morning she'd be crying about her unworkable legs, and her grumbling stomach would keep her from a well needed sleep.

In moments like these you had to do most of the work, and truthfully you didn't mind it at all, because taking care of Natasha was a dream come true.

Gift Giving

Natasha “hated” receiving gifts, but really it was the overwhelming emotions she felt when receiving said heartfelt items from you that she found unpleasant. Eventually she got over herself, and began to cherish them instead. Then out of nowhere she began to find it rather enjoyable to give you gifts as well, enjoying the way that your face lit up each time, and silently it became a game for the both of you. Always attempting to one up the other in every way possible, and little did the assassin know you’d planned to win the game once and for all.

— _ —_—

Somewhere along the way she’d fallen asleep with thoughts of you, missing the subtle knocks made upon your shared door as she slept. She however couldn’t ignore the slamming open door hitting the wall, or the red mist fading as she sat up to glare at the intruder.

“Stop the moping, and put this on, I’ll be waiting outside the door.” Wanda commands, throwing a red dress over to the assassin, and it’s then that she realizes it’s dark out.

“What door? I’m pretty sure you blew it off it’s hinges..”

“Ha, ha, hurry along now.” She says with a roll of her eyes, and another slam of the door.

She’d honestly forgotten that she agreed to hang out with the little witch tonight, and now she’s regretting ever agreeing to it as she squeezes into the tight red dress. Wanda had failed to inform her of where they were even going, but told her to dress nicely, and she guesses somewhere along the way she picked her outfit for her instead.

In her exhausted state she’d failed to realize the elevator was indeed ascending with her eyes closed and head leaning against the elevator walls, praying for the night to go quickly, unbeknownst to the fact that she’ll be changing her tune in only a moments time.

You however were stood anxiously upon the roof, eyes going over the display one last time while all of your shared friends sat off to the side tucked away in anticipation for what’s to come.

“Don’t worry Y/N/N, Natasha would have to be replaced by a clone to say no to you…” Clint kindly reassures you, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully, but quickly pulling his hand away once your glare reaches him.

The elevator doors open, causing Clint to fully retreat and you to smirk at the sound of your girlfriend’s angry voice.

“Wanda, what the hell?” Natasha shrieks once she feels a blindfold suddenly being tied around her eyes, then she squeals as her body is being shoved out of the elevator.

Before she can react to pull the blindfold off your gentle hands are holding her fingertips, and she knows it’s you just by the touch.

“Detka?” Her unsure voice questions.

“Hey there angel.”

“What’s going on?”

Instead of answering you guide her to a chair, then you help her to sit down, and place a kiss to her fingertips before dropping her hands into her lap.

“Eyes forward my love…” You whisper into her ear, then pull at her blindfold before pressing play on your remote.

Natasha watches the screen as the projector comes to life, showcasing a plethora of photos, and video fragments from the best of your relationship throughout the last six years. Tears form at her waterline as the reality of the moment sinks in for her, and then the video comes to a close with the words emboldened:

“Baby, Turn Around…”

Natasha spins on her feet so fast, lightly gasping as she takes the sight of you on your knee in, because even anticipating it wasn’t enough to keep her from being awestruck.

“Natasha, better known as my entire world, for my safety I’d like it put on record that I’ve never lied to you before today. However, I’d also like to think it wasn’t a lie but more a redirection of your attention. Because, this right here was indeed a mission, see, I even titled it Operation Mrs. Romanoff.”

Natasha chuckles over her sobs when she sees you lift a manila envelope up into her view with the mission title on the front.

“I’ve loved you for many years, and I never planned to stop, because you’re all I’ll ever truly need in this life Nat. So, without further ado… Will you, Natasha Alianovna Romanoff, make me the luckiest person in the world and do me the honors of marrying me?”

“Of course…” She choked out.

You jumped up, placing the ring to her finger and smashing your lips to hers while wrapping your arms around her waist and spinning her around until you were dizzy enough to topple over. Loud screams of congratulations were heard, but you tuned them out as you stared at your now fiancé, then spun her around to face the sky. Tony took the queue and filled everyone’s view with a blooming of gorgeous colors, and Natasha gasped at the sight of the words that now filled the nighttime sky.

“Forever..”

You place a kiss to her left shoulder, whispering along with the scripted sky.

“..Always..”

Continuing the process on the other side as the next word floods her view.

“..And All my Days After That..”

Upon allowing her to see the final set of words, you whispered along against the shell of her ear, then spun her around to repeat the entirety of the phrase against her lips. Tasting the saltiness of her tears while you lightly made out with her in front of the forgotten about crowd.

Everyone quickly ruined the intimate moment, or as they would all say ‘made it better,’ by enveloping your connected bodies in a massive group hug before parting ways to give you your space.

Natasha giggled once you lifted her hand up to place a kiss to her ring finger, then she took her hands to cup your cheeks and softly pecked your lips.

“You really outdid yourself moya lyubov’.”

“I had a little help, Fury and Hill are exceptionally good actors, even when it comes to you…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks in faux offense, but you swiftly scoop her off her feet, kissing her until she’s dizzy enough to forget the question, then you carry her into the elevator, and hold her close for the entire ride.

“I can’t believe you lied about the mission.” She finally grumbles as you gently drop her body atop the mattress, then crawl into the bed to lay with her.

You lightly laugh at her, then lean up on your elbow to stare at her with a playful smirk atop your face, watching closely as you reply.

“It’s the third weekend of the month baby, you really thought I’d take a mission?”

It hadn’t dawned on her until you just said it, and she silently curses herself for not putting all of this together, but deep down the surprise of it all made her feel immensely happy.

“Damn, you really got me…” She concedes, and you nuzzle your face against her collarbone, humming in agreement and placing a few lazy kisses to her skin before allowing yourself the luxury of falling asleep in the arms of the woman you love.

Natasha had hit the jackpot with you, she was more than sure of it every time she woke up to see your beautiful, peaceful face beside her. Even more so now that she's holding your sleeping face against her chest while holding her hand up to catch a glimpse of her ring in the moonlight.

It's no secret that life had never been all that kind to the Russian, but even through all that hurt she'd been made to endure, and that she herself had been forced to inflict upon others, the world had graciously shown her mercy by granting her you. Never had she felt judged by you, and even as distrusting as she'd been she had always believed in every touch, or phrase you'd ever subjected her to.

Honestly, she'd live her story all over again if it always had you at the end of it, because she believes that waiting for a love like yours was definitely worth the wait—tragedy and all.

“Goodnight Mrs. Future Romanoff.” She whispers against the top of your head, falling asleep shortly after with an unwavering smile upon her face.

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[griffin-girl-r]

I need her

Created: 17.10.2021

Finished: 10.05.2022

Edited: 12.09.2023

Age: 19

Word count: 2,758

Warnings: Endgame, Death, Fainting

Request: No

Summary: Five years after Natasha disappears in the snap, you sacrifice yourself to bring her back.

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When Natasha disappeared in the snap you were crushed.

Your mom had been the only constant thing in your life since the moment you were born and now, she was just gone as well as half of the population of the Universe.

For the first time in your life, you were truly alone.

When she turned to dust in your arms in the middle of the battlefield you had no idea what you should do first. Cry? Scream? Get up and fight to bring her back?

So you decided to not give up until you would bring everyone back, including your mother.

—

That's what you have done for the past five years.

You lost count of the sleepless nights when you did nothing else but research in order to find a solution.

When your uncle Scott came up with the whole time traveling idea you were the first one to agree.

After five years you felt hope and happiness again. You had the chance to bring Natasha back.

—

And now here you were, hanging from the side of a cliff, while the man who had been like a father to you tried to hold your hand to prevent you from falling.

You had fought on who should be the one jumping and as expected a Romanoff never loses.

"Y/N, no..." Clint begged, with tears in his eyes "What am I supposed to tell your mother if this works?! Please don't do it."

"It's okay, Uncle Clint. I'm not scared. Just, please, tell my mom how much I love her and also tell her that I fought for her as she did for me. I will see you guys one day again. I'm sure of it." You sadly smiled at him and kicked yourself off the cliff

You felt nothing as your body hit the bottom, only darkness. Your mom being the last thought in your mind.

Clint had to look away from the sick sight in front of him. You were the daughter of the person he considered his sister. Even more than that, you were like his daughter. He always used to say that you are his oldest daughter because he was there for you even before you were born. In some way, you were his first kid, even if the only love he felt for your mom was the sibling one.

How is he going to deliver this news to Natasha? How is he going to tell her that the child she left behind was gone forever? It would crush her down.

—

But the moment he feared the most was here.

The battle was over and everyone was back.

His best friend too.

Natasha had looked all over the battlefield to, at least, catch a glimpse of you. She couldn't wait to hold you in her arms again.

No one dared to tell her that you died to bring her back. So they just got back to the compound in silence, after they fought and won, since the recent loss of Tony affected them all.

"How many months have we been missing?" Natasha asked as she entered the livingroom

"Not months, Nat... Years..." Steve sighed

"What-" Her jaw dropped

"You have been gone for five years, Natasha. Five whole years." Steve looked at his feet

"Oh my God... Y/N... She's almost- She's almost..." Nat was too stunned to talk properly

"She's 19 almost 20 years old. Yes..." Steve confirmed

Natasha felt her heart drop. She had perfectly missed all of your teenage years. She missed one of the most important five years of your life.

"W-Where is she? Where is my daughter? I want to see her. How is she?" The woman started to run around, trying to find you

She bolted to your room. Empty. Then hers. Empty, but looking exactly the same way she had left it.

What was left of the team was running after her, trying to calm her down, when suddenly, Natasha came face to face with a wall. But not the wall stopped the former spy. No. The framed photo hunged on it did.

She saw a face she didn't know.

A young, tall woman, with a big grin on her face. Athletic body and defined facial features, with long red hair just like her own natural hair.

Natasha felt something familiar for the young woman in the picture, who looked so much like her. But she couldn't understand what.

"Who is this?" She pointed to the photo, confused

"You don't recognize her?" Bruce asked shocked

"No. I-" Then Natasha's eyes looked into the girl's eyes and froze. She was met with the same green eyes, she sees every time her daughter would come to her mind. It can't be what she is thinking. Can it? "Y/N?" Nat's voice broke as she whispered her daughter's name

"Yeah, Nat. It's her. We took this photo a few weeks ago." Steve took a step toward his friend "After Scott proposed the idea to travel back in time and bring everyone back."

Nat chuckled as tears fell down her cheeks "Hah... Look how big she is. She grew up so much." She said in awe "She's beautiful."

Sadly, her moment was interrupted by Clint.

"She was..." He spoke to her for the first time since she came back

Natasha turned towards him "What do you mean, Clint?! What do you want to say with 'was'? Did something happen to her? Is my daughter alright?"

Panic was starting to take over her as the silence grew longer.

"Answer me, damn it!" Natasha shouted

"She's gone! Okay?" Clint yelled back "She is dead. She died to bring you and everyone else back. She sacrificed herself."

"No, no, no, no. It-It can't be... You're lying. This can't be true. It just can't!" She cried out

"I'm sorry, Nat. It's my fault. It should have been me, but she was faster." Clint avoided looking in her eyes "To be able to take the soul stone, a sacrifice needed to be done. A soul for a soul. And Y/N was her mother's daughter. She had to win at any cost."

The woman broke down sobbing and slowly curled up in a ball on the ground.

"All this time I just dreamed of having her back in my arms again, to hold her and to hear her sweet voice calling me 'Mama' once again. Life can't do this to me. After everything I've been through since I was a child, I thought that I could finally be happy with my baby girl. My miracle. My angel that brought life and joy where there couldn't have been none. My only baby..."

The team was too afraid to move. They just let her cry her pain. Being at a loss of words when it came to comforting a mother who just lost her child.

After some time of crying, Natasha stood up, took the picture with her baby from the wall, and headed straight to your room, locking herself inside.

They all just let her stay there and occasionally checked on her and brought her food.

—

Time passed and the big day arrived.

The day Steve was going to return the stones.

Once again he tried to take Nat out of your room with no success.

He left. But instead of Steve being the one to land on the platform, everyone was shocked to see you standing there, dusting your clothes.

"Remind me to never go "body" jumping ever again." You joked as you got tickled to the ground by Sam and Bucky

"How are you here? Where's Steve?" They questioned you at the same time

"I honestly don't know. It seems that the exchange worked the other way around too and about Uncle Steve, he said he has some work to do. An old business to take care of." You shrugged "I guess we won?"

"We did, kid." Bucky said smiling

"Mama?" You hopefully looked at the men

"She's in your room, mourning after you. The news of your death really broke her." Bruce told you

You nodded and took off running in the direction of your room, flashing one last smile in the men's direction.

—

"Natasha, come on. Open this door. If you stay locked in here forever it won't bring Y/N back. She wouldn't want you to live like this. She sacrificed herself for you to be able to live a full and happy life." Clint tried again to convince Nat to get out of your room

It was a daily routine now. Clint was sitting outside your room and talked with your mother trying to make her leave that room. But all his attempts failed as he received the same answer every day.

"I can't be happy anymore, Clint. Without her, I have no reason to live. I'm empty inside. I need her." Natasha recited the words that Clint grew tired to hear

Usually, he would give up after this and leave her alone but today he had other ideas.

"You know?" Clint sat on the ground with his back supported by the door "She told me to tell you something and I'm sorry I haven't told you her words until now."

From inside the room, Clint could hear a few sounds and he could feel a soft bang on the other side of the door meaning that Natasha just placed herself in the same position as Clint on the other side of the door.

Clint took this as his signal to keep talking.

"She said she loves you. She asked me to remind you that she fought for you, as you did for her. And she wasn't scared. She smiled while telling me that she's not scared to die for you." Clint teared up at the painful memory

After she breathlessly listened to Clint, Nat finally opened her mouth again.

"She said that?!" Her voice cracked

"Yes, she did, Nat. That's why I know that‐" Clint's trail of words was interrupted when you showed up at the end of the hall

The man actually rubbed his eyes waiting for you to disappear but instead, you started running towards him with a bright smile on your face.

"Please don't hurt me because I didn't take care of your mother." Clint covered his face with his hands "I don't want you to take me with you yet."

"Oh, Uncle Clint. Still as silly as always." You laughed as you moved his arms away from his face with your hand

Clint could feel the touch and never felt more afraid and confused.

"Y-Y/N? How? You're really here?" He mumbled under his breath

"Uncle Steve took care of it. Thanks to him I'm back now. More alive than ever." You smiled as you leaned to hug him

Clint shared the hug, still not completely understanding what was happening.

"Can I have a moment with my mom, please?" You pulled back after a few seconds of hugging "I promise I'll explain everything you want to know later."

Clint nodded and left, but not before he told you "I'm proud of you, kid. You're a hero. Most importantly, you are your mother's hero."

—

Taking a deep breath, you quickly went over what you are going to tell Natasha when she sees you.

Knocking on the door, you received no response. You knocked again and again and again.

"What do you want Clint?!" Natasha snapped from behind the door thinking Clint was annoying her again

"It's me, Mama. It's Y/N. Your baby." You softly answered her

The door was opened with the speed of light and a shocked and distressed Natasha appeared in front of you.

'Say something.' You thought 'You wanted to have her here. Now do something.'

Natasha froze in place, immediately going pale, as all the air was knocked out of her lungs and her legs gave up on her.

You quickly reached forward when your mom started to fall and caught her just in time.

"Mama! Mama! Come on, Mama. Look at me. Just look at me. You're okay. I'm here. I'm here..." You whisper-shouted as you lightly shook Natasha's head

When the dizziness passed a little, Natasha fully opened her eyes and saw your full of concerned eyes staring at her face.

She could not believe it. It must be some kind of sick trick that her mind was playing on her. You can't be here. Can you?

'No!' Natasha shouted inside her head 'She's dead Natasha. Accept that. She's not coming back. She's not coming back...'

"Yeah..." You smiled when you saw her looking at you "Look at me. Look!" You took her soft hand and gently held it to your cheek "You feel that? I'm here. Just feel me. Please say something, Mama."

You were not real and yet Natasha could feel you.

She felt your warm cheek against her palm. She could see the life in your eyes and the loving look you were giving her. She could hear your soft breath as her head rested against the rise and fall of your chest. She could see the slight smile on your lips and she could hear your, more mature, voice whispering sweet things to her.

Is it really all just her imagination?

The woman slowly started to caress your face with her fingers, trying to reassure herself that this is not an illusion.

"Y/N..." She finally whispered your name in disbelief

"It's me, Mama." You nodded "I'm back and you are too. I've missed you so much."

With that, you leaned and kissed her head.

This was the moment your mother finally realized that you are not a ghost or the product of her imagination and wrapped her arms very tightly around you, afraid you would slip away.

"M-my baby! My little girl." Natasha sobbed out "Oh, my Y/N."

After her cries were reduced to sniffles and silent tears, you wiggled your way out of Natasha's embrace and looked at her.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you think you could stand? Or do you want me to carry you?" You asked her

"I'm okay. The last time I was with you, I was the one able to carry you. Not the other way around."

You chuckled and slowly helped Natasha stand up on her feet. Allowing her to support onto you and leading her to the bed.

"You've grown up so much. You're even taller than me. How dare you grow up so much without me being here to watch you? How dare you die just to bring me back? How could you possibly think that I could live without you?!" Natasha cried as you two took a sit on the bed

"I'm so sorry for growing, Mama. I couldn't control it. But I'm not sorry for dying to bring you back. I know you would have done the same thing for me and I couldn't live with myself if I knew I had the chance to bring you back and I didn't take it. You can be mad at me or whatever but I don't regret it."

Natasha looked at you, tears streaming down her face and she, again, pulled you in a hug.

"I thought I would never see you again. I missed you so much. You have no idea how much I needed you." You whispered into her shoulder

"Mama's got you, baby. I'm here now, we both are. Everything is going to be okay. Please never do this to me again. I can't live without you." Natasha kissed the side of your head

"Can we finally live that life we always wanted for us? Just us two, spending as much time together as we can without having to go on missions again." You proposed

"Yes, we can sweetheart." Natasha smiled at you "I don't want to miss any other moments from your life. You're all I have. Without you I have nothing. I am nothing."

—

After everything that had happened, Natasha Romanoff has finally found peace and true happiness.

But not in the way she expected when she was young.

She used to believe that she could have peace only if she died but you have shown Natasha that she was wrong all along.

You both had finally found peace and happiness in being in each other's life without any war or monster that was waiting to attack from the dark.

Mother and daughter were together again. And none of you planned on losing each other.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

[bradshawsbaby]

Okay here it is, based off your beautiful Jake Seresin- Pearl Harbor Moodboard:

Can I ask for a Hannix Pearl Harbor Movie Drabble? Maybe Phoenix is a nurse, Hangman a pilot, and the overwhelming feel of relief when Jake walks through the hospital alive after the attack (you know the scene I’m talking about I’m sure- Evelyn’s face says it all).

I don’t mean for it to focus on the devastation of the attack too much because I’m sure that will bring everyone down but maybe just that moment where they both can just breathe again because they have each other in their arms

Thank you and Happy One Year! You fill the fandom with such great creativity!

Aww, thank you, lovely! Such exquisite angst for this one!

Numb. That was the only thing she felt. Numb.

For hours now, Ensign Natasha Trace had been running back and forth through the half-destroyed hospital on base, stumbling over debris and tripping over the bodies of men too numerous to find an open bed. She’d held more men than she could count in her arms as they took their final breath, cradling the broken bodies of boys who were too young to know the brutality of war, boys who cried out for their mothers in those last agonizing moments.

Each time a new man was placed in her care, she wiped the soot and grime away, silently praying that it wouldn’t be his face that she uncovered. Guilt gnawed at her bones like a living beast each time she felt relief in her breast when an injured man opened his eyes and they weren’t his eyes, those green irises that she had come to know so well.

That she had come to love.

Her cocky pilot, so full of bluster and bravado that first night she’d met him in town. He’d sworn then that she was the prettiest nurse he’d ever laid eyes on, and she’d accused him of being the Navy’s very own sweet talking Casanova.

It had been love right from the start.

But where was he? She hadn’t seen him since last night and she had no idea where he’d been early this morning when the bombs started raining down and the whole world fell apart.

With every man that she encountered, her fear grew. There were so many men who had been hurt, wounded, killed. It seemed like the list would go on forever. How could he have possibly escaped unscathed?

The bombs had finally stopped falling, but it did nothing to soothe her battered heart and mind. For now she could more clearly hear the strangled cries and terrified shrieks of those who would not make it through the night.

Collapsing against an abandoned gurney in the hallway, Natasha closed her eyes and took a few gasping breaths, trying to suck as much oxygen as possible into her aching lungs. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t tell another lie about how everything was going to be alright. She couldn’t watch another man die. She didn’t even think she could take another step.

But then she heard it. The sweetest sound her ears had ever heard, in the midst of so much horror.

“Natasha!”

His voice broke through the turmoil all around her, crashing over her like the waves on the beach where they’d just spent their afternoon the day before.

“Natasha!” Looking frantic, he came barreling through the hospital, knocking into harried doctors and nurses as he fumbled his way down the hall. “Nat!”

“Jake!” she called back, pushing herself off the gurney just as his eyes landed on her. “Jake!”

He was alive. He was alive! Covered in blood and dirt and grime and who knew what else, but he was alive.

“Oh my God, Natasha!” Jake cried, pulling her into his arms and crushing her in a hug so tight that she might have teased him for it any other time. But today, she just clung to him in return, burying her face in his chest and sobbing. “Oh God, you’re alive. You’re alive,” he kept saying over and over again, cradling her face in his hands as if to convince himself that it was true.

“So are you,” Natasha breathed out, her voice raw from the still unshed tears welling up inside her. “Oh, Jake. Jake,” she sobbed in pure relief, standing on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him close.

“I’m right here, darlin’. I’m right here,” Jake whispered, running his hands up and down her back. “I’m not ever leaving you.”

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[fauville]

♡ wip whenever (this time on an actual wednesday!!!) i'm going to post the second chapter of sweet dreams (aka inception au) on friday, whoo! here's a piece from the second chapter. tagging: @nsewell, @nat-seal-well, @evilbunnyking, @deepinifhell, @serenpedac, @crownleys, @agentnatesewell and YOU 🫵

“Look,” Charlotte says, tucking an idle hair strand behind her ear. Nate could listen to her talk forever, no matter how mundane the subject might be. “There's so many other things I still don't know about you. Like your favourite colour or the size of your shoe. Or how you feel about Eminem. This is the same.”

Nate can't help but laugh. He doesn't ask who Eminem is even though the inquiry is on the tip of his tongue. He looks at Charlotte's beloved face, he looks at her and thinks how grateful he is that she's his friend. Friends are precious and hard to come by for vampires.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” he says, because he doesn’t want to tell her that she's wrong.

The silence they fall into is comfortable. Being with Charlotte has always felt so… <i>easy</i>. Natural like water in a lake. Sugary sweet like raspberry jam. He adores that feeling like the gift it is.

“What can you tell about yourself that I don’t already know?” he asks eventually, when the quietness grows too much for him. 

“Well,” Charlotte says, thinking. She sloshes her tea in her mug by rotating it in her slender hands. “I play tennis with my dad on Sundays and win every time, I used to have a crush on Meryl Streep, I don't like broccoli and I'm afraid of horses.”

She’s teasing him, but he doesn’t mind, drinking every detail of her life like sweet nectar. 

“Why horses?” he asks amusedly.

Charlotte gives him a look. “Because they're fucking huge,” she says holding her hand above her head to make a point.

#wip whenever #fic: inception au #i gotta stop giving so many spoilers #but they're fun!! #also don't judge me please this will be edited later