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What about a Natasha Romanoff X female avenger!R where Natasha has constant nightmares and has a hard time falling asleep. Then one night she finds R in the compound living room watching TV or something cause R is a night owl or just hanging around, so the red head joins her. It’s going great and Nat starts to relax but then R starts giving signs of heading to bed but Nat prolongs or suggests other things to do like have tea, watch a movie, braid hair, paint nails, anything she can come up with to not let R leave her alone and having to go back to sleep in fear of the nightmares coming back. Eventually R catches on what’s happening and asks why Nat is not letting her go to sleep and the Russian confesses, feeling guilty for keeping R from going to bed. But then R suggests Nat sleep in her room, like a sleepover, and by the end feelings are confessed! Sorry for being specific!! You write Natasha so well and on point!! I always love seeing (reading) this soft side of her!!

Favourite Person || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mention of trauma, mentions of the Red Room, explicit language. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 5127 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request Anon, (I’m so sorry it’s late). To the anon that requested this fic, if you are not happy with it and would like me to re-write it, I will happily do so. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Favourite Person: Natasha Romanoff-

“No, no please- just let me go!”

The somewhat delicate yet rasping sounds of pleading whimpers of desired escape fill the momentarily still bedroom belonging to that of Natasha Romanoff.

Desperate intakes of air in combination with mind numbing struggles against a dream-like battle that she fails to overcome each night she’s graced with even a substantial set of hours to sleep, plague her traumatised mind.

With one final desperate gust of air surging through her windpipe, she forces her now awakened self up from the sweat-tainted mattress that supports her body.

Glistening, tear-filled eyes frantically roam the features of the room as Natasha scans her environment for any potential intruder destined to cause harm to her.

With a soft and grounding clutch to her Anchor shaded comforter, she concludes that she’s safe for another night; and that her wicked past has once again robbed her of another night of a peaceful and yet craved slumber.

Natasha can’t help as her hands roam her heated skin, having the urge to fidget as her mind fails to come down from the relentless period of memories belonging to that of the Red Room- ones that she would be ever so quick to forget if she was given the opportunity.

Knowing any further hours designated to sleep were off the table, Natasha leans her trembling body over to her bedside table- hoping to deliver herself a well needed drink of water to not only lessen her now dry throat, but to have the calming effect needed to slow her rapidly pacing heart rate down.

Much to her dismay, as she grasps the hardened plastic cup that once held a heaped amount of water in it; she soon realises her cup is now empty.

Having had her right to drink forfeited, she releases a gentle breath of frustration, alongside a string of Russian curses at the continuous, nightly bad luck that seems to be lurking its way to her recently.

One night she hopes she can have a dreamless sleep just to gather up enough energy to carry out her duties as an Avenger, and to stop her waking mind from reliving the nightmares from the night before. Though that seems like too much to ask.

Refusing to re-enter her nightmares once more during the nightly period, she sleepily hoists her body out from between her sheets. Ensuring she gives herself a moment to steady her breathing before leaving her darkened room.

Knowing she is ready, she quickly swipes her empty cup from her bedside table and ever so quietly makes her way to her bedroom door; taking extra care when turning the doorknob to exit the room with as minimal levels of noise as possible. She’d hate herself for disturbing any of her teammates with her late night adventure to the kitchen. Just because she can’t sleep, why should they pay the price in losing sleep also?

Little does Natasha know, one teammate in particular would lose countless hours of sleep to ensure the redhead was safe and secure in any situation- especially when her haunting dreams take their toll.

As Natasha makes her way through the narrow pathways leading to her desired location; she picks up a little tune on the side of her cup, allowing her nails to tap mindlessly against the smooth surface. Hoping her mind chooses to focus on the range of movements needed to continue the repeated pattern, opposed to the horrors lingering from within.

That is until her ears pick up on muffled voices coming from the living area of the Compound.

Natasha’s entire system freezes; in her sleepy and somewhat confused state of mind, her thoughts rush to the most terrifying conclusions:

The voices could belong to Hydra members; desperate to seek and steal documents from the Avengers. It could be the Red Room, sending their final wave of untraceable Widows to finish Natasha and Yelena off, and in the process take out the Avengers.

With a vice, tight grip now on her cup, Natasha steadily allows her feet to move herself towards the noise source in a stealthy manner- attempting to gauge the seriousness of the situation and to determine how much force will be needed to deal with the potential intruders.

Natasha unknowingly releases laboured breaths, each step filling her body with a dread that she has not felt since she was a child roaming the hallways of the Red Room itself. Desperately trying to move from one room to another without being punished for stepping in the incorrect sequence or even making too much noise when she is so harshly trained to be as silent as a whisper.

As Natasha lines her back with the edge of the wall leading to the Living Area and Kitchen, she inhales a steady breath, knocking herself into her ruthless ‘Black Widow’ nature. With a hardened glare, she moves her line of sight around the corner to which her entire demeanour drops as soon as she spots the unexpected scene unfolding in front of her.

She finds you laying across the couch haphazardly as you stare at the TV screen illuminating the room in a gentle, blue hue as the muffled voices that Natasha mistakenly thought to be intruders continue- seemingly now belonging to the show that entraps your attention currently.

Natasha slowly moves closer to you, noticing more details as she approaches: like how one of your legs swings over the edging of the sofa in a careless motion as you stare at the images dancing across the screen; how you lazily place singular pieces of popcorn on your tongue in anticipation to bite down on the slightly hardened texture of the food item. Even how you carefully rest your head on your supported hand, tilting your gaze in wonderment of the information being gathered from the show of your choice.

She can’t help but stare at you in awe, finding it highly difficult to recall an instance where she has known you to be so calm and collected. Even being in your presence has removed some of the tension that had been built up in her muscles since she woke up from her nightmare.

She must admit, she’s relieved to find you of all people out here. Out of all the members of the team recently, you’ve been one of the only ones who can effortlessly put a smile on her face- something she is in desperate need of in her current state.

Having the overwhelming sense to join you, she chooses to clear her throat, snapping you out of your TV trance once you register her presence.

You quickly reach for the TV remote and eagerly press down on the mute button as you go to speak to Natasha, “Oh, hey, sorry did I wake you up?”

Natasha quickly shakes her head, “No, I just- I wanted some more water. I didn’t expect anyone else to be up so late.” Natasha silently scolds herself for her awkward stuttering for an answer. Though she knows she’s not quite ready to burden you with her night terrors, part of her feels the added weight of keeping the anxiety surrounding them in once more.

You push yourself up from the couch with a slight groan, having been in the same position for several hours straight, “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m more of a ‘night owl’ than anything so usually I watch my shows in my room but my TV is busted. Tony said he will fix it for me tomorrow so this is more of a one off.” You say as you gesture to the scene around you.

Natasha takes in your words as she draws invisible patterns on her cup, “Don’t apologise, it’s nice to have some company at this time of night.” Natasha says genuinely, usually having to face the aftermath of her nightmares alone until the more reasonable hours of the morning.

“What are you watching?” She attempts to guide the conversation forward.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Natasha to show an interest, “Oh, um Cupcake Wars.” You answer with glee.

Natasha smirks at your show choice, “Cupcake Wars? Really?” She says in a humoured manner.

You tilt your head with a narrowed gaze, “Judgment? Really?” You remark in a light manner, earning a chuckle from the Black Widow herself.

You lick your lips before you go to speak again, “You can blame Yelena for this, I wasn’t even into it until she made me watch it.”

Natasha scoffs in disbelief, never having assumed Yelena would even be into shows such as this, “Yelena? My sister? The lean, mean Mac n’ Cheese loving machine?”

You laugh at her words, knowing upon Yelena’s arrival to the Avengers she was eager to let it be known of her efficiency as a former member of the Red Room and how ambitious she can be in her line of work, but to her Sister and friends, she’s as soft as they come.

“Well yes, your sister, who I happened to be paired up with on a Recon Mission in December, decided that we needed to fulfil our ‘authentic American Christmas’, by watching the ‘Holiday Special’ of this series whilst we waited for Hydra to mess up and give us intel. Ever since then we’ve watched every episode, and we can mutually agree it’s the best decision we have ever made.” You playfully put it to Natasha, knowing she loves hearing the details of how well Yelena is settling into her new life away from the Red Room- the now secure life the two of them deserve.

Natasha beams at the information, relieved that Yelena is finding comfort within the Avengers, “Thank you for including her.” Natasha simply says, extremely grateful for your kindness, not only towards her, but to her little sister.

You smile at Natasha’s words, “Of course, it’s the same kindness you showed me when I first arrived at the Compound.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at your words, “Oh, believe me, it was a hard task being kind to you. You were feral.” Natasha attempts to tease you, knowing your first impressions of each other has been a running gag in your friendship for years.

You release an exaggerated gasp at her words, “Well, we both know I had Tony as my mentor so what did everyone expect to happen honestly?! I think I turned out pretty good considering my Avenger upbringing.” You lift yourself up to tuck one of your legs underneath yourself, seemingly becoming more engaged in the conversation through excitement of having Natasha close by.

Natasha pouts her lip and nods along to your words, “Sure, sure, we’ll let you believe that y/l/n.”

You quickly pick up a piece of popcorn to throw at Natasha, allowing your joyful laughs to fill the room.

Natasha easily catches the rogue piece of Popcorn, shoving it into her mouth for good measure, before bringing up the subject she has been dreading since she engaged in conversation with you, “I guess I had better grab my drink and leave you be. Goodnight, y/n.”

Your momentarily excited features drop slightly at Natasha’s words and loss of presence, you love being in her company. Majority of the time she’s the main source of happiness you can grasp at, with having some horrific events occur from your job, it’s refreshing having that comfort person you can call your friend- that person being Natasha.

Part of you also picks up on the depressed features of Natasha’s posture; usually present when something is on her mind or after a gruelling Mission.

You fail to anticipate your own moves when you hear Natasha returning from the Kitchen area of the Compound. Before you have time to think, your mouth opens up to release your next statement, “Hey, Nat. Would you like to watch a movie or something? This episode is nearly done and I’m not quite ready to go to bed yet.” You attempt to place the reasonings behind your question on yourself, hoping that if there is something Natasha wants to talk about, that she will feel comfortable enough to do so if she feels as though you invited her to hang out with yourself; rather than her having to ask.

Natasha stops her movements at your words, a flood of relief building up inside herself at your question. She desperately wanted to ask you herself, but the nipping feeling of guilt from intrusion of your alone time played on her mind so much so that she was too afraid to stay in your company.

As the overwhelming emotion of reassurance takes over Natasha, she chooses to nod at your question; failing to hide the string of grateful tears that line her exhausted eyes and knowing a waver in her voice would give away her fear of the night.

When Natasha moves to round the couch, she can’t help but smile at your effort to clear the perfect space for her to join you.

You instantly begin a clear down of the area, removing stray pieces of popcorn that somehow fell from your grasp during your Cupcake Wars marathon. You move to straighten up the charcoal tinted pillows; fluffing them up to mimic a comforting environment for Natasha to settle in to.

Once you look over your work and determine the couch to be satisfactory for Natasha, you dramatically wave for her to sit down. To which she does with an eye roll and a laugh.

As you reach for the TV remote and settle into your previous spot on the couch, Natasha sets her cup of water on the coffee table, waiting for you to choose the perfect movie for the two of you to watch together.

Though to her surprise, you stretch your arm out towards her, handing her the remote for control of the TV.

Natasha quirks a curious eyebrow at your gesture, “Y/n, what are you doing?”

You match her curious look at her question, “I want you to choose what we watch, Nat. Pick anything, I don’t mind.” You say with a comforting smile of reassurance.

Natasha hesitantly removes the remote from your outstretched hand, studying the array of buttons decorating it, “Are you sure? This is your time to-“

You interrupt Natasha, remembering the countless times she has been refused a choice on movie night, due to Tony’s unfair system of choosing the designated movie of the night- somehow it always ends up being one of his favourites…

“Natasha, I am more than positive that I want you to choose. Plus, this is our shared time to hang out, pick anything you would like.”

Natasha stares at you for a moment longer, attempting to detect a hint of change in your answer. When she realises you’re serious in your offer, she uses the the button to scroll through endless amounts of movie titles that all blend into a colourful blur after a minute or two.

That is until her eyes land on one of her comfort movies- Moonraker.

She allows the remote’s cursor to hover over the poster assigned to the James Bond movie on the list available, determining her options on how to approach asking you if this was an acceptable choice.

You soon notice the longing of the highlighted movie choice on the screen and the conflicted features crossing Natasha’s face as she has her own mental battle.

You turn yourself to gather Natasha’s attention, “Hey, is this the movie you want to watch?” You gently ask, trying not to push her in any way.

Natasha fidgets with the remote in her hands as she ponders a response, “Yeah, it’s a comfort movie. Is that okay?” She asks you calculatedly, worried you’ll reject the idea.

You reach over the back of the couch for a blanket left behind from a previous movie night, styling it out to cover yourself, “Of course it is, I’d love to watch it with you Natasha. Put it on,” You say as you tap the open space next you, alongside a lift of the blanket, intended to cover Natasha with.

Natasha wastes no time in pressing play to start the movie as she slides across the couch and into your embrace. What may seem as a small gesture to you, is a relieving gesture for Natasha.

Not only have you granted her the comfort of her go to movie of all time, but embracing her in a warm manner heightens the idea of Natasha being truly safe within the Compound.

As the two of you snuggle into the couch in anticipation of watching the movie; all the previous, dark thoughts from earlier in the night have evaded Natasha’s mind completely.

Hopefully it remains that way.

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Just as the final scene of the movie commences; the end credits begin to roll out on the screen, signifying the end of the action-packed sequence.

Natasha continues to watch the screen in a dazed state, happily losing herself within the familiar scenes of Moonraker.

However, she comes back to her senses once she feels you stretch your body out from beneath her, having cuddled up to you closer and closer as the movie has played.

You quickly finish stretching your arms and legs out, you take a moment to glance at your watch and release a low whistle at the time illuminating your watch face, “Wow, 4 am already? Shit, sorry Nat, I didn’t mean to keep you up so long.” You start to push yourself up from the cushioned layer of the couch, signalling for Natasha to move up also.

As she discards the blanket aside, a wave of uneasiness settles within her. She doesn’t want to go back to bed now, she dreads to think of what horrors await her in her dreams once she closes her eyes again. She was beginning to feel safe in your company, but now you’re readying yourself to go to bed, she’s terrified that you’ll leave her alone with her thoughts.

With her endless thoughts of torment, she stares at the now blank TV in thought. You notice her vacant expression, allowing you to kneel down in front of her and gently place your hands on her knees.

Natasha jumps slightly at your touch, however she soon places her hands on top of yours to signal that your comforting efforts are welcome, “Natasha, are you ready to head back to bed?” You ask cautiously, remaining ignorant to the issue at hand.

Natasha rubs her soft hands across the delicate skin of yours as she goes to speak, “You know, we’ve still got a bit of time to hang out before the others get up. We could try some of that new tea brand Tony bought as a trial for the Team; we could watch another movie, there’s plenty of James Bond movies for you to catch up on-“

Your eyes scan Natasha’s face as she rambles out endless ways in which the two of you should stay up for a little bit longer, “Natasha-“

Natasha shakes her head as she continues her plea, desperate for you to agree with her and stay up, “Oh, I could show you how to do those Dutch braids you like in your hair. You’re always saying how much you want to learn-“

“Natasha!”

The raise in your voice throws Natasha out of her rant, unwillingly sending a pang of fear into her chest.

As you recognise the disheartening features spreading across Natasha’s persona, you make an effort to rub reassuring circles on her arms, encouraging her to relax, “What’s going on? Why are you so adamant for us to stay up?”

Natasha fails to conceal the tears that line her eyes once again, frustration making itself known, “I can’t tell you, you’ll think I’m being ridiculous.” She whispers out, not caring that you’re seeing her in what she’d consider a weakened state.

You move to sit next to her closely, wrapping a protective arm around her, “Natasha, I could never think you’re ridiculous. You’re the strongest person I know, and if something is upsetting you this much- to the point where you don’t want me to go to bed, then I want to do everything in my power to help you. I promise you, I won’t judge you, I just want to help.”

Natasha allows her tears of despair to run down her face as she looks at you, understanding the sincerity of your words. She chooses to confide in you, “Ever since I could remember, I’ve had the most horrific dreams from my time in the Red Room, and even from certain Missions. They feel so real, I hear the pain from past victims of my actions; the drilling voices of those who kept me in the Red Room and made me what I am today-“

You give Natasha the room to talk, hating the fact you didn’t pick up on her suffering sooner- though this is Natasha Romanoff, when she wants to hide something, she does so without a trace.

“Usually when I wake up, everyone else is asleep so I just wait until someone else wakes up and pretend I got up early to train or something. No one ever notices, I hide it well, just like I’ve been taught to all these years. Then tonight, you were here, and I just felt safe and secure, you just know how to make me feel calm and appreciated. I’m sorry for putting this on you y/n, I just wanted to feel safe.”

You turn away briefly from Natasha to hide your own tears upon hearing her pain, with one deep breath you move to rest your forehead on top of Natasha’s fiery red locks, “Natasha, you’re not putting anything on me okay. I mean it when I say I want to do everything in my power to make you feel safe. I understand why you wanted to stay up longer, but do you think if we go to bed in my room or something, you might feel safe enough to sleep?”

Natasha slowly lifts her head up from under yours to catch your gaze, “You’d do that for me?”

You instantly nod, “Of course I will, I’ll do anything for you Natasha.”

Natasha bites her lip at your words, never having believed she could be so lucky to have someone like you in her life, “Thank you y/n. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

You pick yourself up from the couch and hold a supportive hand out to Natasha, which she gladly takes. Once you have switched all the necessary devices off in the living area and kitchen, you guide Natasha to your bedroom, “I think I do, but you’re still going to teach me how to braid my hair right?” You question Natasha, earning a light chuckle from her.

“I suppose I can look over my very busy schedule and fit you in somewhere.” Natasha lets out, allowing the anxieties of the night to vacate her mind.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of room in your schedule for your favourite person.” You reply, mindlessly following the corridors to your designated area of the compound.

Once you arrive at your door, Natasha raises a tired yet questioning brow, “Who said you were my favourite?”

You give her a light shrug, “I just know you can’t argue with logic.”

Natasha smirks as she moves into your room, noticing the minor details scattered across the area that makes the room entirely yours, once you move to switch your bedside lamp on to highlight the features more.

Natasha stands in the middle of the room, hesitant to move anywhere without your word.

You make quick work of straightening out your bed for Natasha; hiding any loose items that are long overdue their clean up as you refuse to admit the last time your room had a good clean out.

“Okay, the bed is ready for you. I’ll take the couch-“

Natasha frowns at your words, “We’re not sharing?”

You stop your actions as you attempt to make the couch into a makeshift bed for the night, “I don’t mind taking the couch honestly, it’s… comfy.” You say in an unconvincing tone, earning an eye roll from Natasha.

“Come on, we can share the bed, I don’t bite.” Natasha says as she eagerly settles into your soft and comforting sheets.

You silently release a breath of relief, having saved your back from a rough night of sleep on the outdated couch lumbered in your room.

Once you switch off your light, you easily slide into the other side of the bed, next to Natasha. Allowing your body to relax itself into your heavenly, cushioned mattress.

Assuming the sudden silence was reserved for sleeping, you close your eyes and bask in your comforting surroundings. Until a voice fills the hushed atmosphere, “Are you still awake?”

You release a relaxed breath as you go to reply, “Yeah, are you?”

Natasha releases a laugh from beside you, “Who do you think asked you doofus.” Natasha teases.

You roll on your side to face Natasha, using the minor elements of moonlight seeping through your blinds to study Natasha’s magnificent features, “Well J.A.R.V.I.S is quite the conversationalist at night, so pardon me for being curious to whom I am addressing Romanoff.” You say in the most serious tone you can muster- extremely low severity.

Natasha smiles brightly at your lightheartedness, “Sometimes I do wonder about you y/l/n.”

You tilt your head in challenge at Natasha’s words, “Oh yeah? What do you wonder about Nat?”

Natasha’s features fall into a stoic nature as she thinks of what to say, “I wonder how someone as loving and caring as you, would willingly want to hang around with someone like me?”

Your body shifts in discomfort at her words, sensing a tone of insecurity, “Someone like you? That’s not a bad thing Natasha.”

Natasha nods at your words, “It is, y/n, I know how people see me. Some ruthless monster who’s only worth is that of being a product of the Red Room. An assassin, produced to kill without fear or hesitation-“

You abruptly push yourself up to study Natasha in disbelief, “Natasha, that’s your nightmares talking. The Natasha I know, the real Natasha is so kind, considerate and incredible. You never fail to care for those around you. Hell, I bet you’ve saved more lives being an Avenger, than lives you were forced to take under the Red Room. Natasha you’re worth so much more than a brand under the Red Room.”

Natasha looks away from you as you continue your truths, having only her nightmares confirm her greatest fears.

“Natasha, you do realise none of the past was your fault. The Red Room took you, melted your mind and melded it into something cruel. It wasn’t your fault they did that to you and it certainly isn’t your fault that they controlled you to a point where you weren’t even of a conscious mind to understand the consequences of the actions they ordered you to do.”

You gently cup Natasha’s face and instantly swipe away a pained tear escaping her eye, “You’re not a monster, you’re a hero- my hero. Nat, you inspire me to be the best Avenger I can be. You inspire so many people around the world to protect others and do what is right. If I ever hear anyone saying anything different, I’ll kick their ass.” You add for good measure, earning a dry chuckle from Natasha.

“You’re not part of the Red Room, you’re Natasha Romanoff- Avenger, Hero and quite honestly the best thing this Planet has ever given us-“

Your words of wisdom are cut off once Natasha attaches her lips to yours, fulfilling every ounce of gratitude into one delicate and addictive kiss.

As Natasha slowly pulls away, she can’t help but bite her lip in amusement at your dazed features, “You can breathe you know y/n.”

You blink extremely slowly as your mind is sent into a frenzy of pure happiness, “Um, what were we talking about?” You suddenly ask, not knowing what else to do under the current circumstances.

Natasha pulls you down onto the bed as she moves to rest her head on your chest- its rightful space, “I’m pretty sure we were talking about how you’re my favourite person?” Natasha playfully adds.

You nod along as you pull Natasha closer towards you, “Hmm, that does sound accurate.”

With a quick mumble of ‘dork’ from Natasha, the two of you settle down for a night of slumber. Finding safety and security in each other’s arms.

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Soft, delicate finger tipped brushes against your rib cage wake you up from your relaxed slumber.

As your eyes flutter open, they meet ethereal green irises as they study your sleepy state.

Natasha leans up to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, allowing you to release a sigh of content at the comforting gesture, “Good morning, y/n/n.”

You sleepily smile at the sound of Natasha’s raspy voice, never failing to have your heart fluttering in excitement, “Good morning Nat, how did you sleep?” You nervously ask, hoping with every ounce of your being that she was able to rest after her nightmares.

Natasha initially responds with a glamorous smile, allowing you to replicate it to the same effect, “That was probably the best sleep I’ve had in over ten years.” She giddily lets out.

You pull her into your embrace, “No nightmares?”

Natasha nods to confirm, “No nightmares.”

You place an ecstatic kiss on the crown of her head, over the moon with the possibility that Natasha may be able to escape her nightmares.

“You know, maybe we should make this sleepover thing a permanent thing?” You ask sleepily.

Natasha hums at your words, “Well, I don’t see why not. Your bed is pretty comfortable.”

You laugh at Natasha's choice of comfort, “What about the person you’re currently cuddling?”

Natasha shrugs lightly, “I suppose they’re okay, the cuddles are a bonus.”

You smile at her words, “Well maybe I’ll have to deduct the cuddle clause from the agreement.”

Natasha tightens her grip on your body impossibly tight, “Try it and you’ll see why they say my Widow Bite Stings pack a nasty punch.”

“Oh well, we wouldn’t want to test that out.”

“Nope.” Natasha replies as she settles back into your embrace.

You allow a few seconds to pass before you bring up your next question, “What if-“

“No.” Natasha says with a flick of her fingers delivered to your forehead, eager to have you sleep in a little bit longer.

It’s safe to say that Natasha Romanoff is most definitely your favourite person.

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~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ WandaNat x Reader Series: Unica Semper Avis - Ongoing ✦ - Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha - Ever since you’ve come of age, you’ve never been able to stop yourself from transforming into a monster. Whenever the sky would dim with a New Moon, you’d ravage the world with a fury unknown by many. Such is the bane existence of your species. This time, however - something was different. Now, you need help. On the feeble doorstep of the so-called ‘Spirit Healer’, you found yourself both at the mercy of a cleric, and of a monster hunter’s blade. [Fantasy/MedievalAU, slowburn, eventual smut] Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Oneshots: That's a Wrap ✦ - Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda- You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage. [Dom!N, Switch!W, Bottom!R, Porn with Plot, Degradation/Praise, Oral, Fingering, Strap-on use, voyeurism, more tags under the cut.] Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series: Oneshots: An Important Lesson ✦ - Dom!Professor!Wanda x Sub!Fem!Reader [Dom!W, Sub!R, Porn with plot, orgasm denial, vibrator use, dumbification, more tags under the cut.] Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Natasha Romanoff x Reader Series: Oneshots: Out with a Bang (Coming soon..)✦ - Gp!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Reincarnation AU [Dom!N, Brat!R, Porn with plot, suicidal ideation, death, dead dove do NOT eat] Drabbles: Drunken Confessions - Natasha x Drunk!Reader [Mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.] ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Yelena Belova x Reader Series: Hiraeth (Coming soon..) - Yelena x Fem!Reader x Past!Natasha [Grief, post-canon, slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff.] Oneshots: Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Headcanons April Foolishness ✦ - Wanda, Natasha, Kate, Yelena! - How would they react to you failing miserably- masterfully pranking them at every turn?

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bookwormmedz · 2 years

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My Masterlist

Greetings everyone, and welcome to my Masterlist! Below you'll be able to find my works categorized alphabetically by series. At the bottom you'll also find helpful links to navigate other important posts from my blog! I'll be updating this all the time!

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Baki the Grappler

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Baki Hanma x Kozue Matsumoto at the Beach Drabble

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Katsumi's Family & The Convicts React to Katsumi Orochi and Hector Doyle Dating

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Kiyosumi Katou as an Older Sibling/Younger Sibling Headcanons

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hrts4scarr · 3 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐱𝐨 ୧˚

౨ৎ requests﹕closed

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★ pinned post | ☆ taglist | ★ rules | ☆ main masterlist

— how to request !!

if you'd like me to write for your favourite driver, request their name, trope, concept and anything else! ex : can i request a charles leclerc x reader, best friends to lovers, assistant!reader

— what i write !!

⭑ f1 ⭑ hp ⭑ blurbs ⭑ headcanons ⭑ fluff ⭑ smut ⭑ boy x girl ⭑ age gap (not super big tho.) ⭑ social media au ⭑ person x female reader ⭑ kinks (not super kinky.)

— what i don't write !!

⭑ angst (maybe if im in an angsty mood, but otherwise, no) ⭑ boy x boy (not that im not homophobic, im js not comfortable with writing stuff like that and nor writing original drivers x drivers) (to be fair i love gay relationships. like HEARTSTOPPER, HELLO??) ⭑ anything that has any hate towards to ANY drivers. ⭑ driver/person x oc (i only write person x reader!) ⭑ eating disorders ⭑ self-harm ⭑ mental/physical illness ⭑ cheating ⭑ incest

— drivers i write for !!

⭑ charles leclerc 16 ⭑ carlos sainz 55 ⭑ lando norris 4 ⭑ oscar piastri 81 ⭑ max verstappen 33/1 ⭑ daniel riccardo 3 ⭑ lewis hamilton 44 ⭑ logan sargeant 2 ⭑ kimi raikkonen 7 ⭑ jenson button 22 ⭑ sebastian vettel 5 ⭑ fernando alonso 14 (these are the drivers i feel comfy with writing, i might do other drivers tho)

— others i write for !!

⭑ toto wolff

— pjo characters i write for !!

⭑ luke castellan ⭑ percy jackson ⭑ annabeth chase ⭑ leo valdez ⭑ jason grace ⭑ clarrise la rue ⭑ will solace ⭑ frank zhang ⭑ hazel levesque ⭑ magnus chase ⭑ piper mclean (probably more but those are js my main ones)

— hp characters i write for !!

⭑ mattheo riddle ⭑ theodore nott ⭑ lorenzo berkshire ⭑ tom riddle ⭑ harry potter ⭑ hermione granger ⭑ cedric diggory ⭑ luna lovegood ⭑ ginny weasley (probably more too but these also are js my main ones)

— mcu characters i write for !!

⭑ peter parker (spiderman) | any film/actor ⭑ stephen strange (doctor strange) ⭑ tony stark (iron man) ⭑ steve rogers (captain america) ⭑ thor odinson ⭑ natasha romanoff (black widow) ⭑ wanda maximoff (the scarlet witch) ⭑ bucky barnes ⭑ loki ⭑ gamora ⭑ peter quill (star lord) ⭑ miles morales (more but are js my main ones)

— x-men characters i write for !!

⭑ alex summers (havok) ⭑ scott summers (cyclops) ⭑ jean grey (dark phoenix) ⭑ james/logan howlett (wolverine) ⭑ charles xavier (professor x) | before x-men: apocalypse ⭑ erik lehnsherr (magneto) ⭑ raven (mystique) (more but are js my main ones)

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textsfromtheavengers · 2 years

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#peter sent out this text btw #he’s live updating ned #stevetony temporary break up era :(#peter parker #captain america civil war #tony stark #steve rogers #vision #sam wilson #clint barton #natasha romanoff #incorrect avengers #mcu textfic #mcu textpost #incorrect mcu quotes #social media au #avengers social media au

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Fifteen

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader !!!

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader(Bestie)

Wanda Maximoff x Vision (HS exes)

Wanda Maximoff x Carol Danvers (Wives)

Monica Rambeau x Fem!Reader(Divorced)

Misery x Fem!Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

High School AU

Next Half

Once your phone goes off, you reach out to shut it down, but the face illuminating your screen tells you that ignoring the call won't work well in your favor.

"Good evening sunshine!!! Piet and I will be by tomorrow at four to pick you up..." Your bestfriend, and business partner gleefully announces through the phone.

"Do I have to go?" You whined like a petulant child, as you pulled your blanket over your head in an attempt to block out the moonlight.

"Yes, now stop asking! We're going to show up looking fine as hell, and shove our success in all of their faces."

"Wands, sweetheart, with all do respect, I'm a divorcee, nearing her late twenties with nothing but a business to my name and a cat at home to give my love to. We both also know that Mr. Mittens would kill me if given the chance, so really what am I left with to show off...?"

"You have me, I love you, and most days I don't wish to kill you.."

"Well, I can't exactly show off my best friend, now can I?"

"You can though, Carol's going to be out of town, my parents will have Christina and Jackson, and I don't have social media so no one has to know the truth."

You giggle quietly to yourself at the mention of the beloved twins, the same ones that she named after a Grey's Anatomy binge session that took place as she was on bedrest. Carol's protests fell on deaf ears, and her glare fell upon you as you vehemently stood by Wanda's side.

"Me knowing is bad enough, plus I'm sure Monica will be there with her new husband, so she'd know too. I'd rather just show up as the pathetic loser who's so emotionally stunted by her first love, that she failed to move on."

"Nooo pity partying Y/N/N..." She tiredly singsongs, her Sokovian accent slipping right on through as she merges into a yawn.

"It's just known as a party for me." You sarcastically quip, and she loudly groans through the speaker.

"Get some sleep champ, I'll see you in less than eighteen hours." She concludes before promptly hanging up on you.

You roll over, acknowledging the late hour, and fall into a restless sleep, full of the memories of your high school years.

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You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors, it's the morning of your very first day. You say "Hi" to your friends you ain't seen in a while, try and stay out of everybody's way

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here, for the next four years in this town.

Hoping one of those seniors will wink at you and say:

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

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The Summer of '13 had proven to be a great one for you, as puberty had finally done right by you. You'd finally grown comfortable in your skin, and it honestly showed in the way you walked through the hallways of your new school with your head held high.

You'd gotten to see most of your friends throughout the hallways, even catching sight of your oldest friend Yelena Belova near your set of lockers. Over the years the two of you had drifted apart into smaller subgroups, but you still mingled on the regular. Seeing her excites you though, because that should mean her older sister Natasha is enrolled here as well.

"Y/N Y/L/N! I didn't see you at any of the parties this summer!" The blonde greets you with a playful scowl, and you wrap her up in a tight hug.

"Yeah, sadly mom sent us kids off to Connecticut for the summer, we only just got back last week. She said something like 'you three are driving me crazy' and next thing I know I'm on a bus." You relay, and she gasps.

"My mom would never trust Natasha and I alone on a bus."

"Well, I can't really blame Melina, have you met yourself?" You laugh out, while slamming your locker shut, and quickly stepping back before she can slap you.

"Watch yourself Y/L/N..." She grumbles, but you can hear the playfulness in her tone.

"See you around Belova."

"Don't be a stranger!!!" She shouts after you, and you throw up a thumbs up, and smile widely the whole way to your next class.

First period had been super easy as it was English, and you like to think you knew that language very well. On your way to second period you'd had your head down, and unintentionally collided with Vision Stark.

"Hey, watch where you're going froshy..."

You rolled your eyes hard at the term, and then looked up to see his face change.

"Oh, Y/N, it's been awhile."

Not long enough...

"Yeah, I have been a bit busy, haven't seen much of Tony either..." You awkwardly relay, praying to some God that he'd step to the side so you could just get to your next class.

"Vis, who's this? I've never seen her around."

"I am Y/N Y/L/N, and you are?" You answer for yourself, not wanting to hear whatever it is the pretentious rich kid is about to introduce you as.

"Steve Rogers. Just transferred here at the end of last school year."

"Well, lovely to see you again Vis, and to meet you Rogers, but I do need to get to the D wing in less than two minutes."

"Nice to meet you as well."

"See you around Lezzy..."

There it is... What a douchebag...

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You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail , and soon enough you're best friends. Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool, we'll be out of here as soon as we can.

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"Is this seat taken?"

You look up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, curiosity peeking through as you try to place the accent, and you look to see a sweet looking redhead is patiently awaiting your response.

"Um, no, it's all yours." You squeak, feeling a bit bad for your obvious staring, but her gentle smile instantly calms your nerves

"You're new?"

"Well, aren't we all?" She jests, and you awkwardly chuckle at the painfully obvious truth.

"Well, yeah, I just meant that I've never seen you around before and it's a really small town." You quip, and she smirks playfully.

"I was just teasing, yes, I'm new. My family moved us here from California, but my accent, since you were clearly wondering, comes from my home country—Sokovia."

"Us?"

"I'm Wanda Maximoff, and that boy in the corner, flexing his noodle arms is my twin, Pietro."

You sneak a look in the corner, rolling your eyes once you see the girls he's trying to impress.

"He's barking up the wrong tree, those girls are especially mean."

"Mean is exactly his type." She cringes, then quickly turns her gaze to the front as the teacher calls for everyone's attention.

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After class, your newfound friend follows you to the gymnasium with her brother in tow. The room is full of tables with sign up sheets, and you feel like a kid in a candy store at the overwhelming amount of options.

"Sestra!! I'm headed to the track and field table." Pietro announces, bouncing on his feet rather excitedly before taking off in a run.

"What a show off." She grumbles from your side, and you smile lightly.

"So, what are you into then?"

"I'm considering joining a sport, and two clubs."

"Woah, so we got a show off and an overachiever? Well, we will be a perfect trio then because I'm the girl who will join one club simply because my mom expects it of me."

"Lazy, just what I look for in a best friend."

"Maxi, are you sure this isn't moving too fast? We've only just met."

"Weren't you the one to just call us a trio? I'll find us the perfect club Y/N/N, don't you worry that empty little head of yours." She laughs out boisterously, booping your nose lightly before she takes off towards the tables.

"I think you meant to say pretty! Don't worry, I understood you." You shout after her before perusing through the many tables.

Volleyball?

Absolutely not.

Dungeons and Dragons?

No thanks.

Gay-Straight Alliance?

Now why would anyone want to spend their time with the straights?! Maybe...

Softball?

Seems gay enough, but you're not athletically inclined, so you'd be best to just move on.

As you go to walk on, your name being called pulls your attention up to see who's behind the table. Then a familiar face is rounding the table and pulling you into a hug.

Natasha Romanoff, older half-sister to your longtime friend Yelena Belova, the same one you've had a silly little crush on for the entirety of your adolescence.

"It's so good to see you! Yelena talks about you from time to time, but you never come around anymore, I'd thought you moved away." She relays, pulling back with a definite pout and your heart flutters at the mere notion that she'd missed you.

"It's been awhile for sure, sorry, mom kind of sent us away for the last two summers."

"Melina misses you, you know? She thinks you're a good friend for Lena, and she's right too, you keep her in check."

"Melina misses me?" You playfully question, and the redhead moves to deflect your obvious insinuating.

"So, you are interested in joining the softball team?" She chuckles in disbelief, because as long as the redhead has known you, you've always been the one shying away from physical activity.

"Oh, absolutely not, just trying to be seen as the kind of person who would partake in sports." You mutter with a playful smile.

"Good." She beams, and your face falls.

Natasha notices, and immediately lifts your face up by your chin so that she can look you directly in the eyes as she speaks.

"It's just, I'd much prefer a pretty girl such as yourself cheering me on from the bleachers."

Natasha smirks at the way you react to the simplest of flirts, and she chooses to continue to fluster you.

"However, you would look really amazing in the uniform so let me just put you down..."

Before she could even grab a pen you snatched the clipboard off her table, and ran off. Natasha took off after you and as soon as you made it out of the gymnasium she'd caught up to you. Grabbing you from behind, she playfully wrestled the clipboard out of your hands.

"On second thought, with all of that panting you're doing, I think it's best you stay in the bleachers." She laughs out, and the glare you send just spurs the laughter on.

You stood upright with a huff, and went to swiftly reenter the gym, but her arm holding out in front of you had stopped you.

"Y/N/N, wait."

"Why, so you can continue to tease me?" You say with your head down, and hands wrapped tightly around your backpack straps.

"No, silly, so I can ask you out..." She giggles, and your head snaps up to read her expression.

The genuine lift of her smile doesn't help to calm you, or the insane beating of your heart, because you're not entirely sure why a goddess like Natasha would even want you, but you're not going to miss this chance.

"So, what do you say pretty eyes, will you go out with me?"

"I- uh-Ye-yeah." You stutter out, and smile goofily in her direction, and her heart skips a beat at the way you're looking at her.

"Perfect! I'll pick you up this Friday at 5PM, wear something comfortable." She excitedly relays, before placing a kiss to your cheek, and leaving you a flustered mess as she rushes back to attend to her currently empty table.

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"Hey... Are you okay?" Wanda asks, as she cautiously approaches your stilled body.

Your lack of acknowledgement should throw her off, but she just moves right passed it.

"Well, I signed us up for the Mathletes club." She nonchalantly states, and chuckles as your face contorts into a horrified expression

"You did what?"

"Ha! I was getting worried I'd have to take you to the nurse." She laughs out, then links her arms with yours and takes you both off to your shared fourth period.

"I actually did sign both of us up for the drama club."

"Not great, but not nearly as bad as mathletes so I'll let it be." You grumble, and she rolled her eyes.

"So what is it that happened to leave you stood like a deer caught in the headlights?"

"Well, I sort of ran into the girl I've been in love with since my late elementary days, and she just asked me out."

"Ooh... Who is she? Do we have any classes together?"

"Her name is Natasha, and no we don't, she's a junior."

"Oh no... Not an upperclassman... Be careful..." She warns, and now it's you rolling your eyes

"I've known her for years, and trust me, she's good people."

"You know, I've only known you for three hours, but shockingly I do."

You smile at her truth, then turn to face Mr. Wilson, before ignoring his teachings in favor of daydreaming.

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And then you're on your very first date and she's got a car, and you're feeling like flying.

And your mamma's waiting up and you're thinking she's the one, and you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends.

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"Y/L/N!"

"Shit, Belova, I'm literally stationed right next to you, no need to yell." You groan, shutting your locker, then widening your eyes at the sight of the glaring blonde.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going out with my sister tonight.." She states with a death glare, and prominent frown.

"Yeah, I-I am doing that."

"Don't let me catch you breaking her heart..."

"Yelena, I would never dream of it..." You frantically relay, reaching yours hands out to grip her shoulders as if that helps the situation.

"Oh, I know, I've seen the way you look at each other, but I still must threaten you as it's my sisterly duty."

"Are we good then?" You ask, while scratching at the back of your neck.

"Always..." She replies with a playful wink before running off towards her girlfriend.

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That whole entire school day you'd avoided Natasha, hoping to hide your nerves, but you weren't so fortunate as she cornered you in the B wing when you'd been innocently drinking at the water fountain. She tapped your shoulder twice, and you jumped backwards with wide eyes, water now dribbling down your chin and onto your shirt.

"Oh, pretty eyes, I never meant to startle you." Natasha coos, with a playful glint in her eyes to contradict her statement.

"Sounds fishy..."

"Well, you've been avoiding me all day... I'd had no choice but to catch you off guard."

"I have not..." You shriek, and she giggled at your horrible attempt at lying.

"Detka, lying isn't very ladylike..."

"Screw ladylike."

She snorts at your sentiment, finding herself lightly nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, you're right... Fuck being ladylike..."

"Now, back to why I tapped you, I was trying to get your new phone number. Yelena was actually offended that she didn't have it. I've texted you all week with no response, and I know my sweet girl would never just ignore me..."

"Oh my gosh, Natty.. I'm so sorry... I had dropped my phone in the toilet at my Nana's over the summer, and I lost all my contacts and then I keep forgetting to get everyone's number this week. It's funny too, because my mom had wanted to switch carriers anyways so she used it as a reason to do so. So that's why my number changed. I would never ignore you."

Natasha watches in amusement as you rambled on for what felt like forever, and she's hopeful that it'll be something you do tonight because she honestly finds it adorable.

"Here.." You sheepishly hand over your unlocked phone when you realize just how long you'd rambled for, and Natasha's smile widens at your background.

"Is that Boomer? This photo of you two is adorable... Send it to me please, for your contact photo..." Her eyes twinkle with a bit of nostalgia at the site of your cat, who'd she met a handful of times, and fell in absolute love with.

"Yeah, he um, he passed over the Summer. Mom called me to tell me, that's kinda why my phone ended up in the toilet..."

"Oh, sweet girl, I'm sorry... I know how important he was to you, honestly to the group, does anyone else know?"

You silently shake your head, Natasha decides to stop pushing, and instead to just pull you in for a hug.

"I texted myself, I'll see you tonight okay?"

You nodded against her, squeezing a bit tighter for just a moment longer before reluctantly releasing her and taking your phone.

"I'll see you later Natty..." You goofily smiled her way before continuing out of the block of classrooms so that you could walk home.

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"Wanda! What am I meant to wear?!" You shriek to the girl as you walk home together.

"Y/N/N... She said comfortable, so just take a shower, put on a simple outfit, and do something cool with your hair. Don't be so worried, I literally saw her staring at you all week, the girl is already whipped."

"You're wild Wanda, she wasn't staring, and she's certainly not whipped..." You lightly chuckled at your new friend's statement.

"Seriously, Y/N, even I see it." Pietro pipes up, and you suddenly remembered he was present.

"The only person who doesn't see it is you, I literally heard that Yelena girl gagging when her sister mentioned you, I can only assume it was like the fiftieth time."

"Whatever..." You grumbled, then bid them farewell as you still had a couple blocks to go.

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Natty ❤️

~Pretty eyes... Photo please? 🥺🙏🏼~

*Photo Attachment*

~More ? 😉~

*Of what?*

~You, Boomer, you with Boomer 🤷‍♀️~

*Lol.. Okay...*

*Photo Attachments*

*You send some too then, it's only fair. 👀*

~Download Photo Attachments~

~All you had to do was ask, see you tonight Y/N/N. 😘~

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The photos she sent made your heart swell, as you scrolled through them. A goofy selfie caught your eye and you'd instantly set it as her contact photo. Then you saved the rest, as they included throwbacks of your group throughout the years. Before you knew it you'd made it home, and set off to get ready.

—

You sat on the living room couch, having finally settled on wearing a simple band t-shirt, a pair of bike shorts, your classic checkered vans, and settled on a front facing dad hat over your pulled back hair.

The doorbell went off, and you looked down to see it was only 4:45, and before you could answer it your mom already had.

"Natasha, it's been awhile, come on in..." Your mom greets the redhead with a side hug.

You'd quietly jumped up to see the nervous girl stood in your doorway with a bouquet of roses in her hands, as she anxiously teetered on the balls of her feet.

"These are for you." She quietly states, as she gently passes them to your mom with a sweet smile.

Natasha remembered how protective your mom was of you, having been around long enough to see your dad leave all those years ago. Her parents had been part of the main reason your mom even survived the sudden change. So, she was in her own way trying to let your mom know how serious she was.

"Thank you sweetheart, they're beautiful. Y/N's in the living room, please just have her home by no later than 9:30." Your all knowing mother gently relays, before setting off to place the flowers in a vase, and kiss your forehead before you leave.

"Will do Miss. Y/L/N. Mama also sent this over, and said she'd loved to see you soon." She says as she hands over a tupperware with some baklava.

"Oh, sweetheart, Maria is just fine, no need for formality. Please, tell her I said thank you, and I'm free next weekend."

—

"We're here..." Natasha singsongs as she pulls into the parking lot of the local mini golfing business.

"Mini golf?"

"No... Batting cages." She beams, and points to the side of the lot where they're located.

"Oh, so you brought me to your practice for a date then?" You tease, and her smile remains.

"No, I brought my beautiful date to a place I enjoy, so that I can share an important part of myself with her."

She jumps out of her truck, then excitedly bounds to meet you at your door to offer a hand in getting out. You overestimated your skills, jumping down while holding her hand, and she had to catch you before your knees buckled.

"Don't you even think about it." You groan, as you can feel her body shake with laughter, and watch closely as she bites her tongue.

Natasha pays for the hour session, then switches your hat out for a helmet. Without much warning the balls began to fly, and you wildly swung the bat, missing nearly every one.

"This is hopeless..."

"Y/N, it's only been a minute..."

"My arms are literally aching, how?!"

She laughs at your state, then moves to stand behind you, and quietly asks.

"Is this okay? Can I move you around?"

Too nervous to speak, you'd settled on a nod, within a moments time her front flushed against your back, and her arms wrapped around yours on the bat.

"Okay, keep your legs shoulder width apart." She instructs, then taps her toes against your heels until she feels it's suffice.

"Now adjust your grip, move your non-dominant hand below the other, then hold firmly so the bat is secure, but not too tight."

"Now, bend your knees slightly, rotate your shoulders so your tilted slightly inward, then make sure your bat is facing the sky."

You follow the direction, and prepare to swing.

"No, sweet girl, towards the sky, not on your shoulder." She coos, then readjusts you.

"Perfect, now let's work on your swing."

Natasha starts the machine up, and uses her body to rotate yours, allowing the first ball to come in contact with your bat, and repeating it a handful of times.

"Good, now let's see how you do."

Natasha stepped aside, setting the machine to intermediate, and watches your every move. As soon as the bat hit the ball, making the whooshing sound you'd dropped it and jumped triumphantly.

"Natty, I did —."

You groaned at the feeling of the softball hitting your abdomen, and the redhead watched you bending over in horror.

Great, she'd probably scared you away...

"Y/N... Are you okay?" She cautiously approached, and felt relieved when you just threw yourself in her arms in search of comfort.

"I'm okay Natty... Maybe just no more ball related sports for me."

"Sounds doable... Wanna leave to the next part of the date?"

"No, you paid for an hour, and I really want to see you take your turn."

Natasha smirked, then guided you to a chair before stepping up to the plate.

"Homerun!" You shout while clapping after the ball whizzes by you, and she giggles at your sudden enthusiasm.

Natasha returned the gear, and while she did you went and bought two water bottles.

"Here you are Natty."

"Y/N/N... This was supposed to be my treat..."

"It's a water bottle." You deadpan, and she defeatedly sighs while pulling you to the truck.

"Thank you..." She reluctantly whispers before shutting your door for you, then driving off to the next place.

It's silly, but the redhead just wanted to treat you to a full date all about servicing you, the water was harmless, and honestly a sweet gesture.

—

Your napping phase from when you were younger clearly never disappeared, because you had somehow drifted off for the twenty minute drive.

"Wow... Am I so uninteresting to you that you have to sleep to evade me?" She teases, as she jostles you awake.

"Natty, I require ten naps a day, you must remember this." You croak, as you stretch your entire body, then peep an eye open.

The lake—you hadn't previously noticed the picnic setup in the backseat, but now you were overtly excited.

"Thought we could eat some food Mama Melina made, and then watch the sunset."

You squealed in response, then pathetically crawled down from her truck, before resuming your giddy response and jumped around. Natasha just grabbed the picnic basket, then walked along the route to set it up, while she waited for you to catch up.

The night was spent mostly catching up, Natasha told you all about her first year here, and how she's excited to be able to guide you through yours. Her compliments of you never ceased, and you were pretty sure you were about to pop by how much she'd just inflated your ego. The two of you dipped your toes in the water, skipped rocks, talked about Yelena's crazy antics, and even brainstormed future dates.

"So, I got you a little something." She nervously sighs, and starts to fiddle with her fingers.

You gently linked your hands, smiling softly in an attempt to calm her, and it seemed to work as she matched your smile then handed the box over.

"Little? Natasha this is massive."

"Just open it..."

Inside the box was a heartfelt letter that nearly made you cry as you were reading it. Then there was a scrapbook full of photos from throughout the years, and there's honestly no way she'd just put it together. What really caught your eye though was the canvas painting of you and Boomer. It was in reference to your phone background, and it quite literally had you sobbing. The icing on the cake though was the kitten plushy, that resembled the calico in an uncanny way.

"Nat..."

"Shh, I just wanted to commemorate the little guy, and help you grieve if at all possible."

You launched into her lap, she caught you with ease, and just held you while you cried.

"Do you do this for all the ladies?"

She scoffs, then pinches at your sides.

"You're the only lady I've got my eyes on sweetheart..." She genuinely replies, and you smile to yourself at the confirmation.

"It's getting late, we should get you home before the clock strikes twelve." She jokes, then lifts you, and the items around her with ease.

—

Your pouty lip drove Natasha crazy when she'd pulled up outside your house.

"No... Don't go..." You whimper, obviously delirious from your exhaustion.

"I'll see you soon sweets, let me walk you to the door..."

She lifted you from the truck in a bridal hold, before gently settling you beside her, and allowing you to use her body for support. Once you'd reached the door you turned to face her with a sweet smile, then you leaned in to peck her cheek.

"Thank you for tonight Nat..."

"No, thank you for agreeing to go with me, I'd been nervous you'd shoot me down."

"Don't be silly Natty, I've been crushing on you for years..." You shamelessly admit, clearly a side effect of the exhaustion.

Natasha smiles at the admission, and chooses to make her departure before you admit anything else in your tired state.

"Well, glad I wasn't the only one." She muses, before returning your gesture, and kissing your cheek.

"Get home safe Natty..." You sternly state, and she nods your way.

—

"How was it?" Your mom coos from the couch, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Magical..." You dreamily state as you make your way to plop down next to her.

"Natasha's a good one, so I don't doubt it. She looks at you like you're the only person she can see, so I trust her. Just be cautious with your heart sweet girl, life has a funny way of even ruining the best of things."

"Thank you mama, I love you." You beam, before hugging her, then setting off for bed.

You turned on Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, and danced around your room while getting ready for. Once you'd finished your nighttime routine you jumped onto the mattress and texted your favorite redheads.

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Maxi 👯‍♀️

*AHHHH!!!!!*

~That good huh?~

*Yes! I can't wait to tell you all about it on Monday!!*

~I'm going to be sick, sorry ... 😳~

*I can always bring some soup over tomorrow, then heal you with my happiness. 😉*

~See you Monday, Goodnight 😴~

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Natty ❤️

*Hey Natty, did you make it 🏡?*

~Yes... I'm safe.❤️~

*Good!! Thank you for tonight, I had a really great time...*

~Me too! I can't wait to do it again next weekend.~

*Next weekend? 😯*

~Yes sweetheart, now get some sleep.~

*Goodnight Natty. 💕*

~Sweet dreams, angel. 😴 ❤️~

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You fell asleep with a wild smile on your face, as you clung to the cat plushy she'd gifted you.

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'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

When you're fifteen

And your first kiss makes your head spin 'round

But in your life you'll do things greater than dating the girl on the softball team

But I didn't know it at fifteen

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Every weekend since the first one she'd taken you out, and this weekend she'd taken you to the first football game of the season. Wanda had vetted her outside of said game, and she played along very well with the outlandish questioning. Wanda had also started dating Vision, even though you had warned her he was a douche; she decided to want to learn the hard way. So, you settled on just being prepared for her inevitable heartbreak.

Natasha and Vision rounded up the snacks, while you and Wanda took initiative in finding seats near the back. The intention was to mostly just talk, and cheer along with the others when the time came. Even with your bags beside you, many students had attempted to take residence there.

"Please, move away from my girlfriend." Natasha politely announced her arrival, and the fierce gaze was enough to send the kid running.

You smirked at her, accepting the slushie and hot dog while moving your bag to the footwell. Naturally, her arm rounded your waist from behind, and your head fell to her shoulder. Wanda and Vis had finished their food rather quickly, and resorted to making out beside you—you're almost certain this was Vision's idea.

Vision left mid game to tend to "important" business, which usually meant saving Tony from ruining the Stark name. That left Wanda a bit sad, and more importantly without her ride home.

"You're not too far from Y/N, so really, it's not a problem at all Wanda." Natasha announces to ease your friends embarrassment, and she settles your bags in her passengers seat so that you'd sit with your friend without feeling bad.

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me, it's the least I can do."

She'd quietly driven to a McDonald's first to grab you all a kids meal, and your stomach erupted with butterflies at the sweet gesture. You had felt her tense at the game when Vision basically told Wanda they could share the tiny bag of popcorn and handed her a water cup.

After making sure Wanda made it inside, she turned to you with a sheepish smile, and you immediately climbed over and into the passenger seat.

"That was really sweet of you Natty, I'll pay you back..."

"Absolutely not."

"You never let me pay for anything..." You pout, and she resists the urge to lean over and kiss it right off your face.

"And I never will." She laughs out, as she pulls onto your street, and then her laughter fades into a sigh.

"Never say never, I'll get you some day." You giggled and she just rolled her eyes before parking the car and turning to face you.

"I don't wanna say goodbye yet." She whispers, and you gently stroke your thumb across her cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning..."

"I know..." She sighs, as she makes the move to help you out of her truck.

She wraps her arm around your waist, and spins you out of her truck, your giggles, and the feeling of your breaths against her collarbones literally drive her insane as you hide your face in her neck. Once your legs touch the ground, you made no initial move to pull away.

Slowly, you'd pulled away, as you did so your nose ran across her jaw, and she shivered at the slightest of touches. Your doe eyes bore into hers, and you're not entirely sure who initially leaned in, but you're eternally grateful as your lips met hers for the first time.

There was a gentle passion to the kiss, as Natasha allowed you to take the control. This was her first time kissing someone she'd actually cared about, and it was your first time ever kissing anyone. There was no rush to it, no pressure behind it, just an innocent connection between two young women navigating the world of romance. She smiled into the kiss as she felt you pushing to continue, even though her mind was becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

"Detka, we can't forget to breathe." She chuckled out against your lips, and you'd pulled back to finally take a breath.

"Well, now I really don't want to leave..." She groaned, and you laughed boisterously before leaning forward to briefly peck her lips.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be more where that came from." You quip, with a wink before heading into your house.

The both of you walked away with painful smiles on your faces, that simply didn't fade.

—

Natasha knew she definitely loved you after about a month into the relationship. She'd always had love for you, but the butterflies in her stomach had been a new occurrence and she can't get over the overwhelming feeling. Now, you're seven months in, and she's more than ready to say it.

You'd been sitting in the bleachers with Wanda dozing off on your shoulders when she caught sight of you. Her cheeks tinted red at the sight of you in her jersey from last season, with a number one foam finger on your hand, and a confetti cannon in the other. Her heart beat that much faster once you winked and blew her a kiss as she stood up at the plate.

She took a steadying breath, then tapped the home base before raising her bat to signal that she was ready. The pitcher threw the ball, and it went straight into the glove behind her. Strategically psyching the pitcher out, so that on the following throw she could hit it out of the park. Her teammates were on each base, and one by one they all made it home while the other team scrambled for the ball. She was running as fast as she could, opting for sliding herself across the gravel, and sighing as she heard 'SAFE'.

Her teammates crowded her, lifting her up, but her focus was solely on the shrieking coming from the bleachers. She smirked as she saw the Sokovian's angry expression, as you'd jumped up to cheer her on. Then in a picture perfect moment you'd ran out onto the field, where she caught you, and spun you around before bringing you into a bruising kiss, that merged into a warm embrace.

"GO NATTY!!!!" You beamed, as you pulled back, shaking the foam finger, and blasting the confetti all over her head.

You giggled at her attempted glare, and snapped photos without hardly paying attention to if they were steady or not. Natasha couldn't hold back anymore, so she surged forward to kiss you once more, throwing her arms over your shoulder, and holding your head firmly in place.

"Y/N, I-um... I love you..."

You gasped, and your eyes immediately filled with tears at the overdue confession.

"It's okay if you're not there yet, but I just couldn't hold back anymore."

Your lips met hers in a clarifying kiss, hoping that she understood your shared sentiments.

"Of course I'm there, I've been there since fifth grade Nat..." You laugh out over your nearly uncontainable sobs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, I love you too."

“Now that this lovey dovey crap is concluded, can we please go for pizza?” Yelena groaned, and you turned from lover to see your gaggle of friends stood impatiently waiting.

“Malen’koye Der’mo…”

(Little shit)

“I’m telling mama…”

“Then who will buy your pizza?” Nat quips, as she slyly flips her sister off.

You wrapped your arms around the sisters…

“Play nice…” You warned, and the two of them straightened up, as the lot of you loaded into Nat’s truck.

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winterbirby · 2 years

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I think I'll go missing (4/?)

Introducing Natasha! Natasha had moved to the US with her sister, Yelena, back in highschool. It was all so new to her, and she refused to talk to anyone. Until the most adorkable guy to ever exist decided to take a seat beside her and makes her laugh so much her stomach hurt. Surprise surprise that's our Bucky. She thought he was.... acceptable and that they could perhaps be friends. Then came Steve, and then Sam and it was.... okay, she told herself. It may not seem like it but Nat is the og mom friend of the cap quartet. Besides ballet and true crime podcasts, Nat also loves her thirteen cat babies. She dyes her hair every other month to keep up with her mysterious™ dark academiaesque image and to get away from the second embarrassment her friends give her. Her friends. Her found family.

#avengers au #marvel au #marvel #mcu #mcu avengers #trans bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #trans steve #stucky #stucky au #social media au #i think i'll go missing #natasha romanoff #so badass I love #everyone's lgbt #prideeee #because it's set during pride month #yay

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bucky-h0e · 1 year

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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights

A/n: So this is the first chapter! It will only be a sort series, as this is my first attempt at writing a full series. I usually just do Social Media Au's or headcannons. I am happy to receive any feedback! I hope you guys enjoy it! Definitely not proof read and definitely a little bit all over the place.

Chapter One

The kingdom was bustling with excitement as the workers of the castle went about making the final arrangements within the grand hall. With the guests arriving soon, and so much more to be done, Y/n decided that it would be best if she stayed out of the way for the morning. Knowing that, if she were to help, she probably would make the situation more stressful for those trying to organise the mass amount of bodies preparing the room for the 'opening ceremony' as her father had called it.

Really, it was a lavish excuse to see old friends and potentially find love alongside it. At least, for Y/n anyway. She had met with multiple suitors throughout the years, knowing most of them and rejecting just as many. There was no one in the land that she hadn't met and saw a future with. Except of course, her dear friends that she had met through her lifetime; even that had been scarce. The only three people who had been so lucky included; Lady Maria Hill, Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova.

They had all met by chance at another of these gatherings, held within the Kingdom of Asgard, ruled over by King Odin. It had been where Y/n also met Prince Thor and Prince Loki, both having come back from battle. Her father, always reluctant to visit his old friend, begged her to go with him and keep him company - that had lasted for all of ten minutes before he wondered off to talk to said friend.

It was then that she had bumped into a sulking blonde, annoyed that her father had dragged her to that event. After agreeing with her, the two became quick friends sharing stories of their childish fathers. After meeting her sister and friend, the rest had become history. Y/n knew that no matter the road she decided to take, she would always have her three friends supporting her. Her father, deemed this to not be enough and urged her to at least give one man a chance this time round. It had been why so many kingdoms had been invited to the two week long festival.

Preferably, courting would be announced between the first night and third day, with marriage being announced by the end of the two weeks.

"It's how your mother and I did it." Her father stated when she questioned the 'ideal' timeline. Of course, her father and mother had been madly in love at first sight. He smiled as she reminded him of this.

"My sweet girl, when you find yourself so deeply in love with one person, you can't help but move that fast. Any day could be their last, it's best not to waste time on if, buts or maybes." Fondly, he reached forwards to tuck a loose hair away from her face, "That is why we raised you to speak your mind and be confident when doing so." The pair both smiled at each other before leaning back in their chairs, Clemont sighing softly as he mutters, "It also adds to my greying hair."

Sighing, Y/n began to make her way to the library, knowing her father would most likely be there 'reading'. Sleeping is more the term she would use, that or he would be munching on some cake he managed to convince one of the cooks to sneak him. Despite being King, it was clear that the servants working within the castle cared too deeply for the royal family to allow any harm to come to them - including health issues. During one of his check ups from the royal physician, it was decided that the King's diet would need changing before it got out of hand. The only way they managed to get him to agree was to compare her father's diet to that of King Odin, for once, King Clemont's odd rivalry with Odin became of help.

Smiling at the memory of her father being told his diet was worse than Odin's and the up roar that had caused, Y/n opens the doors to the library. Looking around until she spotted the man she wished to see, she walks along the main aisle to the window which over looked their gardens. Spotting him lounging on a chair with a book in hand, she was surprised to find him actually reading.

"My King," She announced her presence with a smile and a bow, waiting until he gestured to the chair next to him with a small grin.

"Princess, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He hums, folding the corner of his page. A shiver ran through her at the sight as she sat and rested, her posture remaining straight.

"I was wondering," she starts, looking out of the windows to watch the hard work being done to decorate the gardens. "Who exactly will be coming to this festival? King Odin perhaps?" She glances at him and hears a scoff in return.

"Unfortunately." The kings mumbles, "The fool would probably start a war if he was not invited." Sighing softly, he tilts his head in thought, rubbing his beard. "Well, Lord Stark, of course."

Y/n nods, of course Lord Stark would be attending. A party wouldn't be the same without the Stark house causing some sort of mischief. No doubt his lovely wife and friend would be there to make sure he does not get too out of hand.

"Lord Fury will be there, presenting Lady Hill." Another nod. "Lord Shostakov, presenting Lady Romanoff and Lady Belova." Again, she nods, she had already been informed by the ladies themselves. Sighing, she drops her posture, fully resting on the chair. "Anything I don't already know father?" she teases.

A laugh leaves his mouth before he hums in thought. A grin breaks out and he glances at her, pulling out a letter from him pocket. Glancing at it, she saw the symbol of the Blank Panther and gasps. The kingdom of Wakanda had made it's return. It's had been away, mourning the death of his father. From what she understood, upon seeing a weakened kingdom, they had faced many threats from outsiders. Of course, King Clemont had offered his assistance but Wakanda and her people were adament that they could handle themselves. They needed to do it to prove that no matter what, they would stand strong. The last she had heard, her old friend was now reigning monarch.

"T'Challa?"

With a nod, the King hands her the letter, smiling happily. It had been his wish once that they would be wed, T'Challa and Y/n. But alas, T'Challa had his heart set on another. Yet, his loyalty and friendship with Y/n remained strong, with his letter promising the presentation of three new suitors. Y/n blinks, glancing at her father.

"He's presenting this year? I'm sure Princess Shuri said she wouldn't be coming." She muses, wondering how T'Challa managed to convince his sister into this.

"She's not, I believe. At least I hope not, I don't have enough chambers set up if that is the case," Clemont frowns, looking our the window and beginning to question whether or not he'd ordered for the right amount of rooms to be made up.

"Then who is he presenting?"

The King shrugs. "Suitors for you I'd imagine. You know how fond of you he is," He smiles softly before turning to a maid nearby, asking them to prepare a few extra rooms just in case. After she bows and takes her leave, the king relaxes back into the chair and looks at his daughter.

"And why would he bring suitors just for me when there are plenty of other fine young women in the kingdom?" She looks at him, eyebrow quirked. Chuckling, the older man shrugs and shakes his head, "He is your friend, princess. He wants you to be happy just as I do. Besides, I highly doubt Shuri would allow him to do something like this for her. Let him have his fun." He gazes out the window with a sigh, smiling softly. This would be the year she would find love, it had to be. Hopefully, with T'Challa bringing more suitors, Y/n would finally find the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

The pair sat in silence for a little while longer, watching as the last finishing touches were made in the garden. A knock at the door interrupts their peaceful silence. As the king calls for whoever it was to enter, the door opens quickly, banging the walls slightly. Only one person could make that kind of entrance. When Y/n looked over her shoulder, sure enough there was Lord Anthony Stark in all his glory. He bows ever so slightly, never the one to follow customs to their fullest extent before he walks towards the pair.

King Clemont II and Sir Howard Stark had been close friends. Brothers in battle and rivals in the ballroom, they were well known amongst the young ladies, having many maidens fawning over them that the men had once turned it into a competition. Safe to say that their future wives very quickly shut that down, way before they were ever married. The bond between the royal family and the house of Stark continued after Howard's death, with the title falling to Anthony and Clemont taking him under his wing, finishing the training which Howard had started.

They hadn't grown up together, but Y/n did see Anthony as an ally, distant but still trustworthy. She was sure that if she had been born male, then the two would have shared a relationship similar to their father's. They were close enough to be informal with each other, though it wasn't clear if this was because they respected each other enough to do so or that neither of them simply cared for the others titles. Admittedly, there were times where his actions annoyed her, but she was never in the position to say anything; they were always harmless anyway. At least, for now.

"Lord Stark! What a pleasant surprise!" The King exclaims, standing from his chair and holding out his hand for Y/n to take. Doing so, she stands and prepares to greet the man standing before them. "Lord Stark." She bows in greeting, lowing her head before standing upright, her posture straight and proper.

"Clemy, Y/n, you are aware your guests are here and yet the king and princess are no where to be seen?" The man muses, watching in amusement as the King gasps and readies himself to leave, his hand dropping Y/n's own. "Very improper," Tony scolds playfully, offering his arm to Y/n. With a roll of her eyes, the princess takes his arm and the pair wait for the king to move before they follow, keeping pace as the group walks out of library and down to the grand hall, where their guests were undoubtably waiting.

Entering the hall, it seemed just as lively as it was before, except this time, Y/n was sure that not a single bit of the floor was even visible. The bottoms of capes and skirts brushed the flooring, the intricate designs of the royal mark hidden amongst the mix of fabrics. Their mark branded the walls, small banners and flags fixed to the large columns towards the sides of the room. The light was warm, having been given by candles which hung all around, Y/n wondered how many people it had taken to light as many candles as their were. How many times would they have to be replaced before the night was through? She searches the crowd, trying to spot the familiar faces of her friends. Frowning, it takes a while before she sees a familiar head of red hair, next to blonde. Natasha and Yelena. Nodding to them in a quick greeting, she can tell that they two are looking for the final member of their quartet. Never before had Y/n seen so many people in one room before, in fact, the hall seemed far too small.

Nobody wanted to squeeze in together, why would they. Most of the people in the room were high status or royalty. Servants stuck to the edge of the room, trying to organise this mess before anything got out of hand. Men were getting restless, annoyed with being in such a small space as one another, all trying to impress the women that surrounded them. Finally, Y/n spotted Maria. She was in the middle of a group of men, displeasure clear on her face as she grimaced at their sorry attempts to impress her. Feeling for her friend, Y/n nods for one of the King's guard to aid her by making a pathway towards her caretaker, Lord Fury. With a look up to her friend, Maria nods thankfully before walking towards the taller, one eyed man, not subtle in giving him an earful for leaving her in that situation.

With a smile, Y/n shakes her head, standing at the bottom of the steps, just enough ahead that she wasn't apart of the crowd but that the King held the attention of the room. Tony leaves her there, ensuring that she is safe behind the barrier the King's Guard had made, before entering the crowd and standing beside his wife and a younger, brunette boy. He was skinny, clearly uncomfortable in the clothes he was wearing, as if he was not used to the material. He must be who Tony was presenting, she recognised him from her visits to the Stark house. Looking through the crowd, she can't help the frown on her face. She had found Maria, Natasha and Yelena. But T'Challa was no were to be seen. She could see Princes Loki and Thor, Lord Banner and Lord Barton, his family who he would undoubtably be presenting alongside their newest addition, Lady Kate Bishop whom he had taken under his wing the past year.

The king clears his throat, standing at the front of the room. Sighing, she looks towards her father, sad to not have been able to spot her old friend.

"Everyone! Your attention please!" As if by magic, the clatter and noise which once filled the hall stops as all attention turned to Y/n's father.

"Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your attendance! This is the first time something of this scale has been done, we have many kingdoms joining us here. It is my privilege to host this Courting Festival. Please, make yourselves comfortable." He smiles, looking at the crowd.

"Your chambers have been prepared and your luggage already taken to them, please be patient with my staff as they guide you through the castle halls. As you are all aware, there will be an itinerary, which has been drawn up and will be found in your chambers. Our first event is the Moonlight Ball tonight where each person will be presented and introduced, preparations have already been made. Please, freshen up and return to the Grand Hall within the hour, there is no time to waste! If you don't act quickly, you may find your one true love to be snatched up by someone as equally charming," The king jests, some laugh along with him, others are not too fond of the idea of competition. He continues anyway.

"I hope you all enjoy the festival and your stay at this castle. Even more so, I hope that you all find someone dear to you." With that, the crowd all bow to the King as he steps down, his hand reaching for Y/n as she smiles.

"Did you practice that father?" She muses, kissing his cheek softly as she hears her name being called. He chuckles, "Entirely made up my dear, now go. Your friends are calling, I have nurse maids waiting for you all in your room, their fathers have already been notified." With a final kiss on the cheek, Y/n turns and walks towards her friends.

Upon getting closer, it seems that none of them could contain their excitements as they ran to each other, grasping one another and holding themselves tight together.

"Thank god! I thought I may have to punch my way through the crowd earlier," Maria states, pulling away slightly, rolling her eyes at the men which eye the small group of women. Y/n laughs.

"Exactly why I cleared the path for you Maria, can't have these men walk around with bruised egos, there's plenty of time for that within the two weeks." The women all grin and nod, infamous for showing up their most annoying suitors.

"Please, let us get away from this room, the smell they are releasing is terrible," Yelena groans softly, her accent shining through. "It's like a fog, it feels as though I should swim my way out." The group begins their trek to Y/n's room. Arms linked and strides in sync with one another.

"So, a little bird told me Prince T'Challa is making his return. Will he be bringing his wife and child? Or will he bring an infuriated Shuri?" Natasha muses, grinning at Y/n as the latter rolls her eyes.

"King T'Challa is in fact coming with suitors, not brides." Y/n confirms, looking at the red head on her left.

"No Shuri? So we will have to rely on Stark to entertain us for the next two weeks, sounds exhausting." Maria, who stands on the right of Y/n groans. "Besides, where was T'Challa? I didn't see him in the hall." Shrugging, Y/n turns her attention to Yelena, who makes a noise of amusement on the other side of her sister.

"He'll probably make a dramatic entrance. You know him." The blonde shakes her head as they enter Y/n's room, their dresses and nurse maids ready to dress them and prepare them for the ball. The women separate, their conversations continuing as they prepare for the night.

"You say dramatic and all I think of is Stark, T'Challa would be more... elegant." Maria grimaces as her hair is retied into a tight bun and her corset readjusted. Y/n nods, agreeing. She holds the corset in place as is is tightened, taking steadying breathes to prepare herself.

"Ah, but Wakanda have just won a war. He'll make a show of their strength, through the suitors he brings." Natasha points out, sitting on the bed in order for her shoes to be put on. Yelena sits beside her, already dressed and prepared for the night ahead of them. She lets out a small gasp and scandalous grin, "Imagine the effect it would help if the suitor presented by King T'Challa would court and marry the Princess Y/n." She winks at her friend, Y/n laughs in return.

"We'll see. I promised my father to keep an open mind this time. I'm just waiting for someone... sane." She states, looking in the mirror. Her dress was much more detailed than her friends, on account of her status, which annoyed her. Sure the trouble was the same, but she wished that she wasn't so out of place from her dear friends. "Someone who isn't all, for King and Country, you know? Just someone loyal and kind." She sighs, these days it was getting harder to find anyone like that. It was a thin line, she knew, but she was sure that if she looked hard enough she would find it.

Turning to her friends, she sagged in relief at their supportive smiles, all of them dressed and ready to get this night over with. As they group together, their arms find themselves around one another's waist, forming a circle.

"You'll find it one day, you don't need to marry to be a great Queen." Maria states, bumping their heads together gently as Y/n nods. She knew that, she just didn't want to spend the life alone all the time. "Besides, if you don't find it, then we'll just come live with you." Natasha follows, grinning at her as Yelena gives off a confused look, "Was that not always the plan even if she does marry?"

The group laugh together, glancing at one another before they all follow Maria's lead in taking a deep breathe and releasing it. With a smile, Y/n breaks away first as they prepare to take their leave from her chambers.

The walk back to the Grand Hall is not silence, full of inside jokes and the sharing of memories of when the girls would torment the knights during their visits. It made the journey quicker, yet Y/n could begin the feel the nerves build in her stomach. Outside the grand hall, servants stood, forming a queue of men and women up for presentation, ready to be announced as they entered the hall.

"Well Ladies, good luck. If all goes well, at least one of us will be courting by the end of the night." Y/n states, bidding her friends goodbye as they are rushed off to their positions. She would go last, as was custom for the hosting country of balls and galas. She watches and listens as people are lead into the hall, the big doors opening and closing, the voice of the announcer echoing through both the hall and corridor just outside.

"Lady Maria Hill, presented by Lord Nicolas Fury." She smiles as Maria makes her way through the door, catching a glimpse of her curtseying to the room before the doors are closed. A couple more men and women make their way through the door.

"Master Peter Parker, presented by Lord and Lady Stark." Peter Parker, Y/n couldn't help the shock. Parker was their stable boy, how on earth had he convinced Tony to present him? Perhaps Anthony Stark truly did have a heart after all.

"Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova, presented by Lord Shostakov." Smiling again at the two remaining friends , Y/n makes her way to the back of the line. She nods politely at the few she knew as she passes, stepping forward each time the line shortens. In front of her were three gentlemen, who each bowed to her as she passed. She hadn't seen these men before, yet the looked familiar. They stood together, strong like a wall. Moved in sync like a team, if you didn't pay a lot of attention, you would assume they were the same person. Yet when Y/N looked closer, there was a clear hierarchy.

The one in the middle, the taller of the three stood straight. Short blonde hair having been recently cleaned, a blue cape covering his back. He stood slightly a head, she realised. He was the leader. He held himself as one, strong and silent, steady yet ready to spring into action.

The one on the left, he was slouched slightly. An hidden attitude present. He leans forward and mumbles something to the blonde, which they both chuckle at. He was relaxed, but still ready to take action. It was odd. He didn't have a cape like the leader, but rather, the collar of his armour was adorned with feathers. Falcon feathers, Y/n realises.

The third remained stoic. His hair long and recently washed, just like his leader. His left hand was gloved and rested on the sword at his side. He was on alert. His eyes were blue, she noted as he looked back, most likely feeling the stares she gave the group. She lowered her gaze, nodding her head apologetically as he did the same to her. His hand lowered from the sword and y/n released the breathe she didn't know she was holding. This man... he was breath taking.

As the queue lowered to just them and her, she felt the tension leave his shoulders. He relaxed for all of two seconds, before his stance became rigid again as the doors opened.

"Sir Steven Rogers, Sir Sam Wilson and Sir James Barnes. Presented by his royal highness, King T'Challa of Wakanda." The door opened, the three men stepped forward and bowed deeply. The two men following the lead of the blonde. As the doors closed, Y/n caught her breath.

She nodded to the guard to give her a second, her hand resting over her beating heart. She knew those names. The travelling knights. They went across the land, helping people just for the sake of helping. They had no loyalties to kingdoms, though she was sure they all originated in this one. They served no king nor queen solely. they only served the people who needed them and accepted no fees in doing so. They were truly, three of the most noble of knights. The one who caught her eyes, Sir James Barnes. She was sure of it, she had heard of his stoic nature, always on alert, always prepared for a fight. Wary of strangers and large groups.

She frowned, he must feel so uncomfortable. That is why he only relaxed when they were the last ones left. She would attempt to get him alone, so that he could feel more comfortable. she nodded to herself, it was the right thing to do. Perhaps, if she were lucky, he might let her join him.

Shaking her head, she straightens up as the door opens and her father slips through the crack. Worry clear of his face as he holds her arms gently, "My dear? What is wrong? Have you taken ill?" He frets.

She shakes her head and smiles shakily, "Father... I-" She stops herself. She shouldn't jump into it, she knows this. But still, she hadn't felt this feeling with any other man. And just by seeing him? They hadn't even spoken and she was acting like a little girl. shaking her head clear, her smile turns strong as she nods, "I'm fine. Just... nerves." She attempts to calm him, and he nods almost buying it. Almost.

"Nerves?" he asks and she nods, not understanding his implications, "Nerves?" He states again, giving her a pointed look, seeing right through her façade. He too had nerves when he met his wife, the look currently on his daughter's face reminded him of that day. Which could only mean.

"It's one of them!" He exclaims, clapping his hands and ignoring her efforts to shush him, "Which one? Sir Rogers?" she shakes her head and sighs, rubbing her temples. Clearly, her father could read her better than she thought.

"Sir Wilson?" He tries again, shocked to see her head shake.

"S-Sir Barnes... sweet heart..." he pauses, blinking. She frowns and steps away, "Father..." she looks to the ground, why would her father have this reaction. Shaking his head, the king steps forward, a smile of his face, "It's brilliant news my dear, just a shock is all. He isn't the most... sociable of the trio.." he admits, never one to lie to his daughter, "It may be hard to get his attention..." he frowns at the sullen expression on his daughters face. Lifting her chin gently, he traces the skin there with his thumb, "But if anyone is stubborn enough to do it, it'll be you."

Smiling softly, Y/n still couldn't escape the nerves in her stomach, her hand gripping one of his whilst the other rests on her stomach. She nods softly, "We'll speak more later dear, lets not keep your knight waiting." The king teases with a grin, laughing as she smacks his chest lightly. Turning, he nods to the guards and the doors open.

The entire room turns from their quiet whispers, the worried looks over her friends reaching her. She nods to herself, squeezing her fathers hand in embarrassment as all eyes are on her.

"Princess Y/n, presented by his royal highness, King Clemont the Second." The group bow before the royal family, the two doing the same before they make their way down the stairs. The room bursts to life once more, people re joining conversation, men approaching women, small groups forming. Y/n was glad that the attention did not stay on her for much longer, except she could feel stares. As she looks out over the banister, she spots blue eyes, never leaving her figure as she moves down the steps. Maria waits for her at the bottom, Yelena having been stuck behind a large group and Natasha speaking to who Y/n recognised as Sir Rogers. Finally, they land at the bottom of the stairs case and her fathers kisses her head before departing.

Y/n spots T'Challa heading her way, concern on his face. She spots those same blue eyes still looking at her, still never leaving her as she grips Maria's hand. Feeling her friends arms come around her she frowns, turning to her with a slight whine in her voice.

"Tonight is going to be a long night."

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A whole world

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing: Natasha Romanoff &/x fem!reader Content: Fluff, a bit of Italy, bubble tea, taking chances. A/N: Got an outline from my wonderful friend, tantefrutsel-creativenurse, and decided to run with it.

A whole world

The world is a big place...at least that’s what you though before you grew up. But as you grew older and technology developed? Well, in some ways the worlds shrank.

Everyday people are bombarded by news from all around the globe and personally, thanks to social media platforms, you’ve gotten to know people from other countries and you wouldn’t have it any other way because you get to know about cultures that otherwise would have been barred for you. So in that sense, the world is smaller.

But there’s one detail: what you wouldn’t give to have your best friend closer to you! In that sense the world is still too big.

Getting a best friend over the internet wasn’t exactly something you’d planned. It just happened. One day someone commented on a post, you replied and a few dozen comments later you were mutuals. From there is went fairly quick with (for you) late night chats and links to silly videos and interesting articles because sometime along the way you found out that you shared interests. You can’t quite recall when the change from chatty mutual to friend to best friend happened. But you’re glad it did because suddenly you had someone with whom you could be completely honest.

The benefit is that when you lie awake at crap in the night with anxiety running through your body, that someone is always a bleep from the phone away to help you calm down by soothing or distracting you. The issues with having a best friend through the internet are stuff like time zones and the inability to hug each other when needed.

You could use one of those hugs now you’re off on vacation with your family (whom you love but they are just a tad too much sometimes). Especially your mom who keeps poking you about getting a boyfriend as if she doesn’t know that it isn’t going to happen.

Right now, you’re stuck in a vacation house with your parents and two brothers who are bickering over what movie to watch while you’re texting Nat about your misery and apologizing for the umptienth time that you’ll be around less for a week. An entire week! Why your parents had gotten the idea that that long together would be a good idea, you don’t know. You should have said no when they invited you, but how often do you get to go to Italy on someone else’s dime?

“Why don’t you put your phone away for a bit?” your mother’s voice breaks through your focus.

“Yes mom,” you mumble, adding a few exclamation marks before tugging the phone in your pocket so you can feel if it vibrates.

[I crave bubble tea!]

...

Two days have passed and its only due to a healthy amount of walks and a couple of good books that no one has murdered anyone yet.

Today your mom has decreed that it’s time to visit the local market.

[I’ll get you something from here,] you’ve written to Nat, sending her a picture of the first row of stalls.

Right away there’s an answer: [The market looks great! Is it by San Lorenzo? The guide on the internet talks about a bubble tea shop near the cathedral of Maria del Fiore.]

[So non-Italian! The irony! I better check that out then...be prepared for loads of pictures on the way!]

It’s not that you have a problem with the Italian cuisine but sometimes you just have a craving and this has been one of them for the last days. An extra 10 minutes of walking to get your craving fulfilled? You’d do that gladly.

“Hey dad?” You poke your father’s shoulder, making him grunt unintelligibly without looking up from the sausage vendor’s selection. “I’m just gonna get a bubble tea at the cathedral...I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Your mom’s gonna kill me...” he frets.

I know how to bribe you. “I’ll bring you one too.”

“Alright, but take a brother or two.”

The boys (in as much as they can be called boys now) are 23 and 25 and tall for their age compared to the average Italian. In other words, they tend to carve a path in the throng of people and you suppose a bit of company won’t harm you.

By the time you reach Piazza del Duomo, you’ve already taken several pictures and send to Nat, enjoying the rapid responses from her.

“Who are you writing?” your youngest brother asks.

“Just a friend.”

“Must be quite some friend considering you’ve been texting them non-stop since we arrived,” your other brother chimes in.

You hesitate for a second, unsure how to explain it if they keep asking. “My best friend. Natasha.”

Angling yourself to catch the light shining on to the red dome of the cathedral, you snap a selfie and send it before really starting to look for the bubble tea shop which turns out to be further down alongside the piazza.

Already you’ve decided on flavours but before stepping in, you take a last selfie with the shop behind you and thumbs up and send it to Nat.

Just as you press send, you notice in the picture the person sitting in the window and you’re about to comment on it, when you think hey, that person looks familiar. And you do a double take. Looking back over your shoulder to the shop where your two brothers have already entered, you see the red-haired woman waving at you with a big grin on her face.

You can’t believe your eyes: it’s Natasha.

“Nat!” you squeak, running into the shop and completely ignoring the curious looks of the owner and your brothers.

You don’t even give yourself time to hesitate and consider if it’s appropriate, you just wrap your arms around Natasha’s form and pull her close as if your life depended on it.

“Uhm...who’s that?” your oldest brother asks with concern in his voice.

Reluctantly, you disentangle from Nat. “This is Nat, Natasha,” you explain sheepishly, and then in turn: “These are my brothers.” You stare at the woman before you. “Nat,” you have an ability to ignore your siblings that they sometimes begrudge you, “what are you doing here??”

“Long story short...got sent with work to Vienna and thought it’d pop by,” she smiles.

“But that’s not even close to Florence!”

One of your brothers leans in, a glimmer in his eyes as he side-glances at Natasha. “Sis...she came to see you.”

Yeah, I get that, I get – oh! Staring wide eyed at Natasha, you notice how the smirk you know from photos is powdered with a bit of a blush. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?” you stammer out but smile when she nods.

You’ve forgotten all about the mango/passion bubble tea you’d intended to get, too keen to have a moment alone with Nat instead. Following her out the little shop, you can feel butterflies in your stomach and your palms are slightly sticky from something else than the Italian heat.

Barely making it into the sun shining down on the cathedral you spin on Nat to really get to see her again. The selfies you’ve shared have been few but you’ve never forgotten any of the details that you now get to see in real life.

“It’s really you!” she blurts, staring at you in the same starved manner.

“Says you!” you laugh. “This is insane!”

Immediately she frowns. “I’m sorry...”

“No! Nono don’t be! This is the best thing that’s happened in, like, forever!”

And you mean it. Even if your brother’s comment is still lingering in your heart. How do I address that elephant in the room? You’re not even sure how you want it to play out because you absolutely adore Nat...but to imagine anything else than the friendship you’ve got now? Yeah, an inner voice meddles, that would be awesome. You growl at your inner voice, telling it to stick it because it wouldn’t make sense with half a world between Nat and you, but your heart has already heard the meddling voice and is hooked on the idea.

“[Y/N]...what your brother said...” Natasha begins but her voice trails off.

Even if it’s not true, I’ll never look at her the same again. And you make up your mind. “Nat, I’m sorry but there’s something I need to check,” you try to warn her.

“Yeah...sure...” she accepts deflated.

Somehow, you don’t think it really qualifies as consent but you don’t know how else to vocalize what you want so instead you step close to her, gentle cupping her face in your hands before landing a soft kiss on her lips. She tastes of watermelon chap stick.

Then you step back, watching her as she stands there with parted lips and a gobsmacked expression on her face.

“I thought I was the bold one for coming all this way to see you,” she smiles after a heartbeat.

You smile back shyly. “You inspired me...do you mind?”

“It’s kinda what I’m here for, sillyhead.”

“Inspiration?”

“More,” she smiles before leaning in to kiss you, effectively shrinking your world down to one person.

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