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peachyteabuck · 10 months

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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skittlebits · 3 years

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Safe

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Words - 1,500

Summary - Natasha gets her first head cold while traveling in space. Carol takes care of her.

Tags - Fluff, Post-Endgame (slight canon-divergence because Nat isn’t dead), mentions of Vormir, mild illness, administering medication, bed sharing

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“I managed to live thirty-nine years on Earth without catching so much as a cold, but I travel to another galaxy one time and I’m down for the count? What the hell, Danvers?”

Natasha sat slumped at the table, her arm propping up her aching head. Several thin swaths of cloth lay crumpled on the table in front of her, sodden with her efforts to stem the flow of mucus from her reddened nose.

Carol stood at the first aid cabinet rummaging through a box of supplies. “You’re talking to a person who has alien blood flowing through her veins. I kind of forgot people even got viruses.”

Natasha tried glaring at Carol but it made her head hurt even more and she winced. “Lucky bitch,” she grumbled.

“Well, I’d take you to Hala and get you hooked up with some alien blood of your own but unfortunately the entire Kree race wants me dead, so,” Carol shrugged. She pulled a canvas bag out of the box and brought it to the table.

“Why can’t I have some of yours then?” Natasha asked, only partly joking. She’d almost be willing to drink a pint of blood right about now if she thought it would ease the pounding pressure in her head. She watched as Carol sat next to her at the table, inspecting the contents of the bag. “I mean, you did go through the trouble to save me on Vormir and all.”

Carol looked up from the bag and shot Natasha a look. “I swear, if you’re about to make fun of me for-“

Natasha straightened up and put a hand up in front of her in a placating gesture, realizing belatedly how flippant that had sounded. “No, I swear, I’m not. I’m sorry, that was rude.” She sighed and winced when the simple act made her eyes water. “I can’t think straight with this sinus pressure and I’m being a bitch and you don’t deserve that.”

Carol looked at her for a moment before returning her attention to the bag.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Natasha swallowed thickly. She still wasn’t used to navigating this relatively new territory.

“I know how lucky I am, Carol. There will never be a day go by where I’m not profoundly grateful for what you did on Vormir…even if you did almost scare me to death, which, granted, I guess I deserved. So, I’m sorry. I promise the next time I ask you to give me alien healing powers I’ll be a lot more tactful and much less whiny and pitiful.”

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Carol smile but was quickly taken over with a series of wet sneezes. She felt one of her ears pop and she felt like she was underwater.

She was going to run out of cloth to blow her nose on at this rate.

Carol finally pulled two small containers out of the medical bag - one containing a liquid and one with pills.

“Okay, I think these are your best opinions for relief until we stop somewhere that has whatever passes for cold and flu medication out in this quadrant of the galaxy we’re in.” She shook the bottle with the pills. “These are anti-inflammatory meds, and this,” she held up the vial of clear liquid, “is a painkiller of some sort.” She looked at the label for a moment and hummed. “Yeah, you definitely won’t feel the pressure in your head on this stuff. We might want to just do a half dose of this one.”

Natasha closed her eyes and sighed. She hated taking any sort of medication. Normally she could put mind over matter but her face felt like it was about to explode and it hurt just to focus her eyes. And maybe it was okay to indulge. She wasn’t in a battle somewhere, she was safe on Carol’s spacecraft.

“Okay, I’ll take both,” she finally decided. Carol handed her the bottle of pills so she could grab a syringe from the bag.

“Want me to give you this one or do you want to do it yourself?” Carol asked, holding up the syringe and vial for Natasha’s inspection.

Natasha fumbled with the pill bottle as she struggled to get the lid off. Her muscles ached with the simple effort. “I think I’m going to need you to do it, Nurse Carol,” she admitted quietly. She swallowed two of the pills and chased them down with the tea she had been nursing.

Carol grinned and got to work on setting up the syringe. “Is Nurse Carol also going to be carrying you to bed so you can rest?” she teased, tugging the shoulder of Natasha’s shirt down to expose her upper arm. Natasha raised her shoulder to help expose enough skin for Carol to get to the muscle. She winced at the injection.

“Is Nurse Carol going to tell another living soul if she does?”

Carol capped the syringe and put the medicines back into the bag. “Of course not, I’m not stupid.”

Natasha smiled even though it made her face hurt. “Then yes please.”

Carol put the bag back into the first aid cabinet and pulled out a small stack of triangle bandages. She placed them on the table near the pile of crumpled, sodden cloth. “We’re on these now for your nose. All the smaller ones have been used up. I’ll cut them into quarters while you rest. When we stop for medicine I’ll look into better options to keep on board,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “I know it’s been almost three months but I still…it’s still so new, having someone with me in a space I’ve spent so long alone in.”

Natasha turned on her stool so she was facing Carol and gave her a tender look. “Hey, this is still new to me as well, so I understand,” she assured her.

Natasha’s eyes welled up suddenly and Carol stepped forward in concern but Natasha looked away and put up a hand to stop Carol from coming any nearer. A moment passed before Natasha was overcome with another sneezing fit and Carol relaxed.

“Sorry, I felt it coming on and didn’t want to sneeze in your face,” Natasha said, sniffling as she wiped her eyes. She reached back toward the table to grab a couple of the drier cloths from the table before lifting her arms to make a grabby hand gesture at Carol. “Please take me to bed before the drugs kick in and I get any more pathetic than I already am,” she begged, tiredly.

Carol laughed and easily scooped Natasha up into her arms. “You’re not pathetic, you’re adorable,” she said, walking past the bathroom and the spare bunk room to the main personal quarters on the ship. She carefully deposited Natasha on the sleeping platform and moved toward the end of the platform to begin unlacing her boots while Natasha arranged the pillows in a pile to help ease the pressure in her head.. Once her boots were off Carol arranged the blankets around Natasha until she was tucked in comfortably.

“M’not adorable,” Natasha grumbled, her eyelids drooping as she watched Carol smiling softly at her.

“You totally are.”

Natasha groaned weakly, “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Carol grinned. “Want me to hold you?”

Natasha nodded her head against the pillows. “Yes please.”

Carol climbed onto the platform beside Natasha and opened her arms. Natasha turned toward her immediately and buried her face in Carol’s chest, her hand resting above her heart. Carol shoved the pillows behind her to keep them both propped up a bit before wrapping her arms around Natasha.

“Better?”

“Mm, I love how you’re always so warm.”

Carol gently ran her fingers through red tresses, soothing. “I’m glad you think I’m hot,” she teased.

“That too,” Natasha murmured, snuggling further into Carol, “M’glad I fell in love with you. Lots of perks.”

Carol fought off a dopey grin and held Natasha a little tighter. “I’m glad you fell in love with me too, otherwise throwing myself off that cliff to get the soul stone wouldn’t have worked and then it just would have been super awkward after.”

Natasha sniffled as she smiled into the soft fabric of Carol’s shirt. “I almost broke my hand slapping you afterward, you idiot. I can’t believe that actually worked though. I guess it was kind of romantic.”

Carol craned her head down to look at Natasha, indignant. “Kind of? Only kind of romantic?”

Natasha hummed dreamily. The painkiller had started to kick in. “You scared the hell out of me, and Clint and that creepy red guy were there.” Carol scoffed. “But you know what I think is really romantic?” Natasha asked softly.

“What’s that, love” Carol asked, running her fingers through Natasha’s hair once more.

“You make m’feel safe… I n’er had tha..before you.”

Carol smiled and kissed the top of Natasha’s head.

“I love you, Tash. Sweet dreams.”

#carolnat #natasha x carol #carolnat fic #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #fluff fic

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crackedoutwalnut · 3 years

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uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

#carolnat #carol danvers x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Captain Marvel x reader #black widow x reader #captain marvel #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #avengers x reader #avengers fic #reader insert #prompt fill

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magecrafts · 3 years

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no end in sight:

a collection of unfinished one-shots.

featuring natasha x reader, stevenat, carol x reader, carolnat, agatha x reader, and a tiny bit of wanda x reader.

RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ — MINORS DNI.

a/n: it's 1am and i cannot be bothered to edit any of this so any and all mistakes are my own as i'm sure there are many. (2:15am edit: for instance when i posted this an hour ago it said "unfished one-shots" lmfao.)

warnings: cheating, angst, femdom stevenat stuff, unspecific drug use but just for a second, mentions of alcohol, manipulative power dynamics.

ceo!natasha x sweet lil assistant reader.

Her coffee order is always the same — big, sugary, with vanilla syrup and oat milk. She doesn’t like it when the ice starts to melt and make it all watery and you practically have to sprint up to her office every morning just to avoid the polite little frown she does when you make a mistake that isn’t entirely your fault.

She’s picky about things like that — coffee order, lunch order, dinner order, too, when she works late and asks you to hang around in case she needs a hand.

She likes the kale caesars from the sandwich place on the corner, but says their subs are always soggy and never big enough. She likes the grilled cheeses from the food truck that parks outside the building on Mondays and Wednesdays from ten to two, but she doesn’t like their fries (“Too thin, too bland, too expensive.”). The Italian place on East Main has the best fettuccine in town, she says, but their waitstaff are all exhaustingly incompetent. The grill across the street has good ribs, good wings, and even better steak, but she says she’s thinking of going vegetarian.

But in the mornings, when it comes to coffee, there’s only ever one place she sends you: the cafe four blocks away run by the giant blonde barista that always smiles like he’s known you forever and never lets you pay because he knows who your boss is.

You’d fly to Paris for her coffee if she asked you to, honestly, because that’s your job. And you’re a little in love with her, but that’s hardly the point.

You’re just the one who runs errands — the assistant.

But while her demands are concise and her expectations high, she never forgets to thank you. And pay you three times what you’re worth, but that’s also hardly the point.

When you get up to her office you’re a little out of breath and she’s criss-cross on the floor with a mountain of files spread out around her and nibbling on the end of a pen and even from across the room you can see the little crease in her brow that she gets when she’s been focusing too hard for too long. She doesn’t look up when you come in, just gestures halfheartedly to an empty space by her side.

It’s difficult to say whether she had a rough night or is having a rough morning. Maybe a little of both?

You tiptoe around the files and set the coffee down by her knee.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Miss Romanoff?”

“Peace of mind,” she mutters, “or someone to take my frustration out on.”

“Someone?”

She looks at you then, a little smirk hanging onto her lips. “Something,” she clarifies. “Don’t worry about it. Feel free to take a long lunch today, sweetheart, there isn’t anything going on today that can be done by anyone other than myself.”

Sometimes you wish she’d ask more of you.

Other times you wish you had it in you to pry, to push her, to make her ask more of you.

But she’s your boss. And you’re just her assistant.

You wish you could keep yourself from wanting more from her, but you’ve been trying for that since the day you met her and nothing’s worked.

Before you can get out the door she calls your name and you turn, a familiar hopefulness swelling in your chest.

“Fuck it,” Natasha says, grinning. “Clear my schedule. And send Wanda in.”

Your heart sinks, and, “Yes, ma’am,” is all you mutter.

You find Wanda Maximoff, Natasha’s junior partner, who hurries off with a shy smile when you tell her the boss wants her.

You sit and think. Mostly about what Natasha wants Wanda for, which you shouldn’t have to think about, because you already know the answer. They were anything but subtle at the Christmas party.

Once you clear her schedule you sit and think. Mostly about what she and Wanda are doing, which you shouldn’t be thinking about anyway, because you know what it is — they were anything but subtle at the Christmas party — and thinking about the two of them together always makes your heart hurt.

Natasha only ever has you clear her schedule when she feels like she’s hit a wall she can’t knock down.

And you wish she’d let you help, or wish she’d talk to you, or trust you, but all she trusts you with is her schedule and her meal orders, because all you’re ever going to be is her assistant.

the yandere!reader college au.

Natasha’s the girl who always has the right answer in class, always has a flock of pretty people surrounding her at parties, and always has her big blonde boyfriend on her arm. He’s like a dog, you think, always at her heels and obeying commands.

It’s almost pathetic.

But they’re in love.

At least that’s what you’ve heard.

Natasha’s always looked proud, satisfied, powerful, so it feels wrong when she doesn’t anymore, when she keeps her mouth shut in class and when homecoming rolls around and she shows up alone.

She caught Steve in bed with someone, that’s what you hear. One of his baseball teammates. One of the guys in your history class swears it was Bucky Barnes.

Hearing it all makes your blood boil.

Natasha’s not a girl you treat with half-assed respect, no, she’s the kind of girl who takes your world and rebuilds it a billion times better. She’s the girl you want to introduce to your parents after one single date. She’s the girl you look for in the bleachers when you’re out on the field and you’re ten points up because looking at the sun would blind you but looking at Natasha exhilarates you.

You don’t think she’s the girl you want to fuck things up with. You don’t think she’s the kind of girl you want to lose because it’ll break down the world she built for you and you’ll never get it back. You think she is everything.

You see Steve in the halls, trying to get her to talk to him, but she isn’t having it. Good, you think, because he doesn’t deserve that second chance. You don’t even think he deserves to breathe the same air as her. He’s delusional, she’s perfect, and if only she knew your name, your face, and how much you’d love her, well … then everything would be perfect.

nat x reader but i honestly do not know what this was supposed to be the start of

That smile.

You know the one.

The smile that brightens the world, lights up the dark, and fills your heart with the purest of love.

Her smile.

The one you fell in love with.

Also the one that is not only for you.

The one that’s for the boy with the long hair and the big blue eyes behind the bar at her favorite dive. For Wanda, the one she’s always got her hands on. For Bruce, the one she likes to sleep next to. For Steve, the golden retriever of a boy who’s always on her heels.

And then for you, who’d do anything for her, who would carry the world on your shoulders if she asked you to.

But you are one of many, not special, and if anyone cared to know what it feels like to get hit in the heart a thousand times over you’d happily tell them that story.

stevenat smut ??? i don’t remember writing this

“Be good,” Natasha says, and that she’ll only be a minute.

Keep your hands by your head, she means, and away from your cock. Away from the tight little hole between his cheeks, too, because he likes to tease himself with just the tip of a finger pressed in before Natasha fucks him, but she doesn’t like letting him do that.

It’s more fun when she works him up with her tongue and splits him open with her cock.

can one sentence be considered a work in progress? don’t know but at least it’s a good sentence

When you meet Carol Danvers she’s in a Spider-Man tee with the sleeves hacked off and carpenter jeans cuffed over dusty work boots and a baseball cap tugged down over unruly blonde hair.

stoner!carol x sweet innocent reader

You adore Carol.

Carol, who plays you loud music with gnarly riffs and sweet drops and lets you sip from cloudy wine glasses at all hours of the day and doesn’t mind cigarettes in her apartment so long as you prop the window open beforehand. It won’t occur to you for a while that you didn’t even smoke before you met her.

You liked that first summer best, when Carol lived in Alice In Chains tees and blue jeans and always let her hair go loose and wild around her shoulders.

That was the summer she took you up to the treehouse in the woods behind the grove where she kissed you for the first time after she got you high for maybe the third. She was older, you idolized her, and kissing her felt like a transfer of power. Master and apprentice type of thing.

Kissing Carol was a give and take and after the first one all you wanted to do was take.

By August you lived in her t-shirts. Her flannels, too, but she only gave you those once the sun went to bed and you started to shiver.

carolnat???

Natasha thinks Carol is the world — beautiful and vast and full of wonders.

After a few drinks she won’t stop reaching for her, brushing knuckles over cheekbones, losing her hands in her hair, twirling loose blonde locks around her fingers.

“You’re very beautiful,” she mutters, smiling with half of her mouth. “All the little blondes in your hair and the turns they take.”

“I’m cutting you off,” Carol says, snatching Natasha’s drink for herself. But she’s grinning.

more stevenat smut but i do remember writing this one

“Offer,” Natasha says.

Steve breaks.

Hangs his head.

Stifles a groan.

He’s all too aware of cold air licking between his cheeks, nerves firing on all cylinders. And he knows he looks pathetic — face down, ass up — but he cannot find it within himself to conjure his pride, the part of him that would turn ugly shades of green if it knew Steve Rogers wants nothing more than to get bred like a bitch in heat.

He offers: lowers his shoulders, arches his back, parts his legs just a little more, and draws his hands back to pull his cheeks apart and put his little pink hole on display for Natasha to take.

natasha x fem!reader coworker bullshit

You show up with hickeys.

Natasha sees them. Natasha also knows you have a girlfriend that lives on the other side of the country.

She catches you while you’re talking to Wanda by the registers and makes sure you see her over Wanda’s shoulder, running her finger down her neck all slow with her brows up and a wicked grin on her face.

When she gets you alone she says, “I thought you were a good girl,” all sweet, and you don’t know what to do with yourself.

System glitch.

Later on you’re off the clock for lunch.

“Come talk to me,” Natasha says.

You linger at her side for a moment before sinking onto your knees to rearrange the stacks of receipt paper beneath the counter because they’re off-kilter and looking at them unorganized makes your head hurt.

“You look good down there,” Natasha says.

When you look up at her she smirks, condescending, and blows a little kiss at you.

agatha x fem!reader or wanda x fem!reader or maybe both but i think this was originally the requiem for a hex alternate

Agatha Harkness is looking at you like something she just scraped off the bottom of her shoe. And a bit like she wants to wind up and backhand you and while you aren’t the biggest fan of the former you can’t say the latter wouldn’t turn you feral.

Feral is a good thing.

Mostly because Agatha likes when you lose control of yourself; she says it’s more fun when you’re wild, when you forget your manners, when you aren’t afraid to bare your teeth and curse at her despite the fact that she could put you in an early grave and forget about it five minutes later.

She claims Wanda is the one who is chaos personified but you’ve spent enough time with the both of them to disagree.

“You talked to her,” Agatha says, voice thick with disgust as purple magic begins to crackle and pulse between her fingers. “Alone. Why?”

“She asked me to hold a sapling steady while she transplanted it. I was being neighborly.” True. And she’s pretty, and you have a hard time wanting to say no to her when she smiles at you, but you doubt you’re allowed to say that. So, “For a witch she’s rather helpless in the garden,” you say instead. Also true.

Agatha narrows her eyes at you like she wants what you’ve said to be a lie so she has an excuse to berate you. Not that she needs one, but it’s more fun for her when you’ve actually done something wrong. Though her definition of wrong wears quite a different silhouette than yours.

Whatever.

You don’t care much about that.

You mostly care about what her plans for Wanda are re: you. Because you’re involved. Because Agatha told you to be and no matter the circumstances or potential emotional consequences you do indeed answer to Agatha. Willingly.

Sort of.

She’s the only one who knows you had the strength enough to push Wanda’s hex out of your head and regain your autonomy, so it isn’t like there’s anyone else in Westview to trust. Everyone else is still hex-ified. Everyone except Agatha. And she’s kind of fun, if a little scary, but that’s not a problem for you.

“New temporary objective,” Agatha decides aloud, tapping a finger against her chin. “Be as neighborly as you want — I genuinely don’t give a hoot if she wants to play baby’s first garden with you — but tell me every single thing that comes out of her mouth. And don’t tell her a thing. Can you manage that?”

It’s tempting to say no. Just to see what she’d do.

“Obviously,” you say instead, daring at the very least to smile.

When Agatha matches it with a cheshire grin and tells you, “Good girl,” your stomach flutters. You like her praise almost as much as you like when she demeans you. It’s only a little embarrassing.

The next day Wanda stops you in the middle of your walk to town for a laundry list of things Agatha can’t be bothered to leave the house for: pound of sugar, six tennis balls, three roots of ginger, a very specific pair of socks, a hundred-foot roll of rope, Gorilla tape, a box of matches, a sixty-pound bag of lawn soil, a gallon of white grape juice, and a pack of Camel Blues. A thousand guesses wouldn’t get you any closer to understanding what she plans to do with those things, but you stopped trying to understand Agatha the day after you met her. She is not a being meant to be understood so much as she is one meant to be observed and experienced raw.

“Sweetheart!”

You turn on the spot at the sound of that voice, sweet and full of magic, and so terribly innocent.

“Mrs. Maximoff.” You keep your voice even as joy bubbles up in your belly, thinking briefly that Agatha would hate how easy it is for Wanda to lift your spirits. “Another beautiful day we’re having, isn’t it?”

Wanda looks at the bright blue sky, beaming at the clouds, and then she looks at you. Still beaming.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” she says, coming up alongside you and hooking her arm through yours. “It’s Wanda.”

Before you know what’s happening she’s walking you towards Westview’s town center and you have no intention of stopping her. You were going there anyay. And you like being on her arm, and you like that it would make Agatha fume.

“Wanda,” you repeat, finally allowing yourself to smile. “What are you headed to town for today?”

You aren’t sure if you're asking because you’re genuinely interested or because Agatha would want you to; the line between those two distinctions is growing remarkably thin.

Wanda is not going to town for anything Agatha would care about. Her boys, Tommy and Billy, are getting a special dinner for being on extra good behavior this week. Wanda says she’d fix them a special dinner even if they weren’t — she just loves them like that, she says, laying a hand over her heart as the two of you stroll into town.

thank u for coming to my dumpster fire

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #stevenat smut #natasha romanoff x steve rogers #carol x reader #carol danvers x reader #carolnat #agatha x reader #agatha harkness x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #rated: e #!fic

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senjuharu234 · 3 years

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Carol, Natasha and little lady Romanoff-Danvers

#carolnat #carol danvers #natasha romonova #marvel #mcu fic #natasha x carol

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can we get some cute nat or carol (hell or both) nervously pining over reader? something ab those usually smug characters being a wreck is A CONCEPT!!!

I love this concept tysm for sending! this is my first poly fic so i hope i did the concept & the fic justice!!

carol is known for her big personality and cocky-like nature.

i mean there’s a reason why her and nat were such a power couple.

i mean come on. that title of captain has to go to your head just a little bit! and rightfully so.

she was a mess when you two first met.

you normally stayed with the science bros , never really leaving your bubble in the lab.

carol was in at the compound just saying her hellos when she stumbled into the lab.

the beautiful and tall blonde caught your eye as her ‘frat bro’ nature (what tony likes to call it) came barreling into the room.

“tony your favorite is b-”

her mouth was practically on the floor. (whether she knew it or not)

for the first time in her life (well what she remembers) her hands were sweating

“um hi?” you muttered

her eyes went wide and she became a stuttering mess.

from then on you made it your mission to keep her like that.

nat on the other hand was less obvious

when i say less obvious i mean she wasn’t so loud about it.

her nervousness was still very out of character for the assassin.

you two met at your first infamous tony stark party.

you were painfully alone and awkward sitting at the bar by yourself.

you spent the first part of the party muttering to yourself about how you should’ve stayed home.

but in true hero fashion, natasha romanoff came to save the day.

“you’re tony’s new lead scientist, right?”

she snuck up right behind you causing you to let out a small yelp that she found adorable.

“natasha romanoff what a pleasure.” you smirked and not so subtlety checked her out.

“you look beautiful by the way.” you smile brightly when you see her bashfully turn her head into her shoulder.

from then on the two avengers spent their free time being around you.

not that you were complaining having two hot women practically fighting over you was a dream come true.

the nervous glances they sent your way when tony had you experiment on dangerous news findings.

the sweet things they’d leaving lying around for you knowing it was your favorite.

nat once left you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a year subscription to a book bundle you mentioned wanting once. after learning you graduated from your PHD.

a couple of hours later carol had sent you special rare crystals from all over the universe and your very own embroidered lab coat with ‘Dr. Y/L/N’ on the coat pocket.

when you found out they kindly sent them to you, you ran the fastest you ever have in your life.

“Y/N? w-what are you-?”

you planted the sweetest kiss on to nats lips. carol came out from behind looking a little devastated.

you shook your head and made your way back over to her landing another kiss on her mouth.

both women were very shocked being as never in a million years did they think you were going to like them. let alone both!

both of their faces were flushed with their mouths gaping.

“thank you both for the gifts and everything.” you giggle as they stare.

nat snaps out before carol and smacks carols arm.

“u-uh of course. you know we’re super proud of you, detka.”

this started a very new and budding relationship.

their cute shy-like nature didn’t stop there.

at your first date they both looked like they were about ready to pass out.

if you had a dollar for the amount of times carol tripped or nat blushed you’d be as rich as tony stark.

you wouldn’t change it for the world.

those were your badass turned shy girlfriends.

#natasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #marvel fic #carolnat x reader #carolnat #poly fic #mcu

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