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You're All I Need
Maria Hill x Reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Before Maria leaves for an unusual mission, your anxieties are getting to both of you, but you have each other, and that's all you need.
Content: angst/comfort
A/N: this may or may not take place before Secret Invasion... it's completely up to interpretation
The steady thump of Maria’s heartbeat and her gentle fingers raking through your hair are the only things keeping you calm as you lay on top of her.
You hold her tighter and she kisses your forehead. “You’re okay, my love. I’m here.”
“I love you so much,” you reply gratefully.
“Me more, angel.”
You nuzzle into the crook of her neck, your arms around her torso. “Why do you have to leave so soon?”
Maria’s intake of breath is heavy, and you know she doesn’t want to leave you.
“Fury needs me, baby, and he almost never asks for my help anymore these days, now that he knows you’re my priority. I know I promised I’d be all yours this week -“
“It’s okay. I get it,” you interrupt. “I just wish I could be selfish and keep you here. I don’t like knowing that you aren’t safe.”
“I know, darling,” she frowns, putting her strong arms around you and holding you closer to her.
Maria stays quiet for a while but you can sense her anxiety. Her heart is beating faster and her body is growing stiffer by the minute. She’s scared. You don’t know if she’s scared of what’s waiting for her when she leaves or if she’s scared of leaving you alone but she’s scared of something, and that makes you feel worse, though you don’t tell her that.
Instead, you gently kiss up her neck until you hear her giggle. You lift yourself up a little so you can see her face, straddling her hips in a way. “You okay, Mar?”
Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and you know she’s about to lie to you, “Always.”
Maria leans forward and kisses you slowly. You relish in the feeling of her lips on yours, her warm hands on your hips. And then you pull away. “Bullshit.”
“I’ll be fine,” she rolls her eyes.
You raise your eyebrow, “Maria.”
“I’m just nervous. Fury hasn’t contacted me in a while. This seems big. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
You smile softly, feeling pride bloom in your chest, “Well, I have the utmost faith in my fiancé. You are so good at your job. Everything will be okay, beautiful.”
Finally, a real smile grows on her face. It’s small, but it’s there. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” you kiss her cheek before pushing her to lay back, settling yourself back into her arms.
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more than you know
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Nat and R get high together & fuck (a tiny bit of fluff at the end)
Content Warnings: NSFW!! switch!natasha; oral; fingering; marijuana use
A/N: i don't write smut often but i'm hoping this is good🫠
“I’ll take another hit,” Natasha murmurs after a couple minutes of silence, and you nod in response, taking your cart out of your pocket and handing it over.
“Thanks.”
You manage to look away from the window that held a beautiful view of the city’s skyline that had captivated you both and look over to Natasha, who was just as beautiful (if not more). You watch her inhale, her tolerance is impressive since she doesn’t seem to smoke often.
“Are you like a secret stoner or something?” You probe, turning to sit facing her, sinking further into the couch.
“I used to smoke when I got back from missions for a couple months but I started to get a little dependent on it so I only smoke weed when I’m offered now. For the most part.”
You hum in acknowledgement, “I have to smoke to get to sleep every once in a while.”
Natasha lazily turns her head in your direction, it urges you to continue.
“It’s usually when I don’t have missions that I have the most trouble getting sleep. I’m less exhausted and my mind kind of just goes everywhere and I get stressed - it becomes a lot to handle sober sometimes.”
“I know the feeling,” she nods, a sad smile on her face.
There’s a lull between the two of you and you study her face. Her eyes look a little squinty but they shine in the darkness nonetheless; her cheeks are tinged a gentle pink color that’s difficult to make out. You’re in a bit of a trance, letting your eyes gaze upon Natasha as you did the city’s skyline - refusing to miss any details.
The corners of her full lips quirk up into a real smile and she shakes her head, feeling slightly scrutinized by your gaze but knowing better than to believe that you mean for her to feel that way, “What?”
“I’m just looking at you,” you say, as if you’d looked at her that way many times before. (You have, she’s just never caught you.)
“Why?” her brows pinch together.
“I want to. You’re beautiful.”
Natasha’s cheeks are a deeper pink now. Her pupils are dilated and her lips part as she glances down to your own.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this with you,” she says, and it sounds like she’s reprimanding herself.
“But you want to?” you hum, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised.
“More than you know.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Maybe you should be,” she rasps, pulling you in by the back of your neck and crashing your lips together.
Her lips are softer than you could have imagined but Natasha is rough, eager to explore every inch of you.
You moan at the sensation of her tongue in your mouth and it spurs her on. She kisses you feverishly and you try to keep up. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing discomfort between your legs.
Natasha bites and pulls at your bottom lip for a quick moment before moving to attack your neck. Your hand comes up to her hair and gets lost in her red tresses, rolling your hips into hers on instinct when you feel her nip at your pulse point.
She hums in satisfaction at your reaction and is quick to situate her thigh in between your legs, giving you some friction.
You suddenly feel her warm fingertips underneath your shirt, ghosting up your torso. They graze the bottom of your breast as she leans back up to kiss you once again, “You’re gorgeous.”
Natasha is more gentle this time and she smiles against your lips when your breath hitches in response to her finding your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and tugging.
“Nat, please,” you gasp when she pinches your nipple, your brain fuzzy from your high and your arousal.
“What do you want, detka?” she murmurs, lifting your shirt over your head. She almost moans at the sight of you.
Her hot mouth connects with your nipple with haste and your breath leaves you.
Nat chuckles before sucking a hickey on your breast, “C’mon, baby. You can tell me.”
“I need you,” you whimper. “Fuck me, please, Nat.”
She groans against your chest and tugs your sweatpants off. Her hand finds its place between your thighs quickly and you arch into her when she enters you with two fingers.
“God, yes,” you pant, head thrown back as your nails dig into her shoulder.
You can see the satisfaction on Nat’s face as she watches you desperately buck your hips to meet her fingers as they thrust into you. She can’t believe how wet you are for her and it only makes her go faster.
“Can’t be too loud, detka,” she warns you after noticing you’d become pretty loud, drunk off her fingers. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”
Natasha leans down to kiss you once again, muffling the expletives and moans that had been leaving your mouth.
You’re sure that your lips will be bruised in the morning but you can’t bring yourself to care because you feel so good. Natasha’s fingers are curling inside you at a fast and steady pace and you know it won’t be long until you’re cumming on her fingers.
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth and you’re biting it so hard you think you may bleed.
All you can do is pull Nat closer to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy. She knows you’re close when she starts feeling your muscles clenching, “Show me how good I make you feel.”
Your torso jolts forward and you can’t stop the moan that leaves the back of your throat.
You whine as Natasha works you through your orgasm. She won’t stop until she’s milked as much of it as she can, “That’s it, detka.”
Once you’ve stilled, she removes her fingers from inside of you. You can barely form a thought as you watch her suck her fingers clean before she takes another hit of your cart and blows it up into the air.
Watching her lights a fire inside of you and before you know it, you’re pushing her back on the couch and stripping her of her shorts.
You can tell that her head is swimming from the hit she just took and how fast you’re moving but you don’t give her time to react. You quickly pull down her panties and situate yourself between her legs.
You want to spend time kissing as much of her thighs as you can, but Natasha tangles her fingers in your hair, pushing you down to where she wants you and leaving no room for argument.
You don’t find time to be bothered because all you want right now that you’re in front of her is to hear the beautiful sounds that she makes while you’re bringing her to her climax.
You moan as you lap up the wetness that has collected between her lips, making her hips rut forward.
Nat’s brows knit together when you start to circle her clit with your tongue. Your eyes are glued to her beautiful face as she whimpers quietly, mouth open in pleasure.
Her thighs feel delicious, tightening around your head, and you think this must be what heaven is like.
Upon entering Natasha with a finger, her heel begins to dig into your back, urging you impossibly closer.
“More, please,” she croaks, and who are you to deny her of what she wants?
Nat is reduced to moans when you enter her with another finger and the only thing she seems to remember how to say is your name. You couldn’t be happier.
You pay extra attention to her clit, alternating between sucking and flattening your tongue to give her as much friction as possible as she practically rides your face.
Without warning, Natasha throws her head back, red fiery hair splaying out on the couch, and lets out a long, low moan. Her fingers tighten in your hair and she holds you in place as she rides out her orgasm.
When she releases your hair, you lick her clean before coming up to kiss her slowly, letting her taste herself on your tongue.
You break away to look at her, really just wanting to admire how beautiful she is for a minute, but you notice that she looks a little sad all of a sudden.
“What is it?” You whisper with haste, now worried that you did something wrong.
“Please tell me this isn’t the last time I get to kiss you.”
You smile in relief, “It won’t be, I promise.”
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i need more ideas… taking requests 🥸
#marvel#mcu#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#carol danvers#carol danvers x reader#maria hill#maria hill x reader#black widow#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader
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afterglow
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word count: 1k
Summary: Coming home from a mission to your girlfriend, Natasha.
As you wait outside the mission debriefing room, you see Steve and Natasha wrapping up their meeting with Fury.
Steve comes out first, chatting with you briefly before heading out of the building.
You watch Natasha and Fury speak through the glass door, the corner of your lips quirking up the slightest bit when Natasha catches your gaze.
While you check your watch for a moment, the door creaks open, and Natasha strides out, “Y/L/N.”
“Romanoff,” You respond with a nod.
A smirk plays on her lips as she brushes past you and you catch your lower lip between your teeth for a moment.
You want to watch her walk away, but Fury is waiting, so you push the door ajar and settle in for your mission debrief. Your mind is tired from working overtime while on a week-long solo mission and you crave the comfort of home. Despite your exhaustion, you focus on your meeting and get through it as quickly as possible.
The ride home is a blur that you forget all about the moment you step into your apartment and are welcomed by the familiarity of the space. As you slip your shoes off next to the door you smell pasta cooking and smile, following the pleasant aroma into the kitchen to be met with your girlfriend standing in front of the stove.
“Hi, dorogaya,” Natasha grins at the sight of you and greets you with a much-needed hug. The sound of her voice was a comfort in itself.
“I missed you so much,” you sigh, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into her arms, your body aching with new injuries and exhaustion.
“I missed you too,” she hums, kissing your cheek and your lips with a tenderness reserved for moments with you.
After nudging her nose against yours, she pulls away, “D’you get hurt?”
“I managed to get out mostly unscathed…”
Natasha raises an eyebrow at you knowingly and you chuckle, “Just a couple of scratches and some bruised ribs.”
Her discontent is evident on her face and you press a kiss to her lips in a feeble attempt to distract her, “I’m fine.”
“You’ll have to let me take a look at it later,” she insists softly.
“Okay,” You nod, and press another kiss to her forehead. “What about you, are you injured at all?”
“No, I’m alright,” she assures you, which earns her a smile.
Natasha seems to remember that she’s cooking and turns back to the stove to stir the pot, “I put the spaghetti in just before you arrived and I’m about to start making the sauce you like, go get cleaned up before dinner.”
You head to the bedroom and are indulgent in your shower, standing underneath the warm and gentle stream of water a little longer than necessary as it relaxes your tired muscles.
With your towel wrapped around you and your wet hair dripping onto your shoulders, you enter the closet and find yourself reaching for Natasha’s clothes.
You slip on an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants before treading back into the kitchen to find Natasha plating the spaghetti. Your stomach rumbles eagerly at the sight of food.
“Thank you for cooking, ‘Tasha,” you smile as you sit at the table.
“Of course,” she kisses the top of your head, setting down your plate before sitting across from you.
“I didn’t know you also had a mission this week,” you remark, twirling the spaghetti on your fork.
“Neither did I,” she chuckled. “It was last minute, only lasted two days.”
You hum in acknowledgment as you chew.
“I honestly appreciated the distraction,” she continued. “Being here without you is depressing. I don’t like waking up to an empty bed.”
“Neither do I,” you know the feeling all too well. “I’m so relieved to be home. You have no idea.”
“I have some idea,” she teases.
Dinner is over quickly, as you’re both hungry, and you do the dishes together in a well-practiced routine before settling into bed.
You think she’s forgotten, but she brings up your ribs the moment you lay down.
“I’m tired,” you groan in response at her request to lift your shirt. When you swat her hands away she playfully pins them down.
“Don’t fuss.”
A blush grows on your cheeks rapidly as Natasha smirks at you, knowing she’s won. She takes advantage of your flustered state to finally take a look at your injury.
Her eyebrows are pulled together as she frowns, inspecting the swelling and lightly pressing on your discolored skin. Your muscles contract painfully in an effort to squirm away from the contact on your injury and she mumbles out an apology when she hears your breath hitch as you shut your eyes tightly before leaning down to kiss your ribs very gently, “You have to ice this before we go to bed.”
Before you can make an excuse to get out of it, Natasha is already getting up to get you ice.
She returns with an ice pack and helps to make sure it’s not too cold. When she’s sure that you’re comfortable, she lets you pull her into your uninjured side. You feel her melt into you and warmth spreads through your body, despite the feeling of the cold ice.
You kiss the top of her head and Natasha drapes her leg over yours. You wish you didn’t have to worry about keeping the ice pack in place so you could hold each other closer, but you’re more than happy to settle with what you have now.
Natasha’s warm breath tickles your skin and your hand makes its way underneath the hem of her shirt to rub her back, occasionally lightly scratching up and down with your nails.
The way she sighs lets you know that she’s content and you smile to yourself, relishing in the moment. You try to forget that you’ll ever have to leave Natasha’s side again but you can’t help counting down the days until your next mission anxiously.
Neither of you has very much energy tonight, but you’re perfectly happy just laying in bed with the woman you would soon ask to marry you.
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new natasha fic coming soon :))
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You're All I Need
Maria Hill x Reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Before Maria leaves for an unusual mission, your anxieties are getting to both of you, but you have each other, and that's all you need.
Content: angst/comfort
A/N: this may or may not take place before Secret Invasion... it's completely up to interpretation
The steady thump of Maria’s heartbeat and her gentle fingers raking through your hair are the only things keeping you calm as you lay on top of her.
You hold her tighter and she kisses your forehead. “You’re okay, my love. I’m here.”
“I love you so much,” you reply gratefully.
“Me more, angel.”
You nuzzle into the crook of her neck, your arms around her torso. “Why do you have to leave so soon?”
Maria’s intake of breath is heavy, and you know she doesn’t want to leave you.
“Fury needs me, baby, and he almost never asks for my help anymore these days, now that he knows you’re my priority. I know I promised I’d be all yours this week -“
“It’s okay. I get it,” you interrupt. “I just wish I could be selfish and keep you here. I don’t like knowing that you aren’t safe.”
“I know, darling,” she frowns, putting her strong arms around you and holding you closer to her.
Maria stays quiet for a while but you can sense her anxiety. Her heart is beating faster and her body is growing stiffer by the minute. She’s scared. You don’t know if she’s scared of what’s waiting for her when she leaves or if she’s scared of leaving you alone but she’s scared of something, and that makes you feel worse, though you don’t tell her that.
Instead, you gently kiss up her neck until you hear her giggle. You lift yourself up a little so you can see her face, straddling her hips in a way. “You okay, Mar?”
Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and you know she’s about to lie to you, “Always.”
Maria leans forward and kisses you slowly. You relish in the feeling of her lips on yours, her warm hands on your hips. And then you pull away. “Bullshit.”
“I’ll be fine,” she rolls her eyes.
You raise your eyebrow, “Maria.”
“I’m just nervous. Fury hasn’t contacted me in a while. This seems big. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
You smile softly, feeling pride bloom in your chest, “Well, I have the utmost faith in my fiancé. You are so good at your job. Everything will be okay, beautiful.”
Finally, a real smile grows on her face. It’s small, but it’s there. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” you kiss her cheek before pushing her to lay back, settling yourself back into her arms.
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Did you used to have a different name? I recognise your masterlist.
i did!! welcome back :)
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ALL FIXED!!
also i just wanted to say that going through 2.5 years worth of writing made me think about how grateful i am for this account that's been here for me when i was at my worst mentally. i needed something to pour my energy into more than anything else during that time and the positive feedback i was receiving during then made me so happy.
i also appreciate you guys being patient with me and being here when i pop back in after taking breaks from writing, it means a lot :,)
anyyyway this was sappy so im shutting up now goodnight 😵💫
- mavis <33
umm my masterlist is broken i think... i'm gonna try to fix all of the links so u guys can actually read my writing :|
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figured out the issue.. its bc i changed my user oml
did not expect to spend my night relinking 47 works holy fuck
umm my masterlist is broken i think... i'm gonna try to fix all of the links so u guys can actually read my writing :|
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umm my masterlist is broken i think... i'm gonna try to fix all of the links so u guys can actually read my writing :|
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abt to rewatch ca:tws and hoping i get ideas for a nat fic i miss writing for her :,,)
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could you write blackhill moms x ex-hydra!daughter!reader? where reader (14-15) has a nightmare or flashback and keeps it to herself because she doesn’t want to feel like a burden, but her moms figure it out and help her through it
just posted this!! hope you enjoy anon :))
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who you are is not where you've been
Blackhill x ex-hydra!daughter!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: After a triggering nightmare about R’s past, her mothers comfort her.
Contents: hurt/comfort, dark nightmare, talk of kidnapping, angst, fluff, Nat and Maria being amazing adopted mothers
From this request.
the title is a reference to taylor swift's innocent
You raced after your target as fast as your feet would carry you. The young girl reminded you of yourself when you’d first been brought to Hydra. She fought hard and was determined to get away from you, but it wasn’t long before you’d cornered her in an alleyway with a dead end.
Her cries for help made your ears ring, and you would have given anything for her to just shut up. You could feel guilt weighing heavily on your chest. It was crushing. You were about to confine this little girl to a life of misery, just like your own.
Your body felt like it was on fire, every instinct you had was telling you to turn around and leave her there, to let her go, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You pointed your gun at her as you dialed a number on a burner phone, giving the person on the other end your location.
The poor girl cried with all her might, tears streaming down her face. You felt like you were going to be sick. You wished she’d been able to get away from you somehow.
She shrank back until she was against the fence behind her just when you felt a hand on your arm. You kept the gun pointed at her steadily as you took a quick glance over your shoulder.
“You’ve done it again, great work.”
You woke from your nap with a start when you heard a beeping sound. Your chest was heaving. You looked around to check your surroundings and your breath started to even out upon realizing you were safe on the living room couch and your moms were in the kitchen making dinner. The microwave had just gone off.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Natasha came over when she saw that you’d sat up and were awake, running her fingers through your hair tenderly. “You knocked out at the end of the movie. How was your nap?”
“It was okay,” you nodded, avoiding her gaze. “I’m going to wash up before we eat.”
You needed to clear your head before you sat with them for dinner. There was no way they wouldn’t be able to tell something was up and the last thing you wanted to do was to put your problems on them.
Upon locking the door to the bathroom, your eyes began to tear up. You groaned quietly and pressed the heels of your hands to your shut eyes, willing yourself not to cry. You did your best to steady your breathing and stay quiet, but it wasn’t long before you were choking back sobs while sitting on the cold tile floor.
Your dreams were often plagued by the haunting memories of your past, being controlled by Hydra since your early childhood. You were horrified by what you were capable of. It pained you to think that you had subjected kids to being tormented and ruined their lives. They hadn’t done anything to deserve that. And it was often difficult to convince yourself that you deserved to live in the loving household that you now did, because how could you when many of the kids you’d been assigned to capture probably still worked for Hydra?
Your eyes shot open when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You bit down on one of your knuckles, trying to stifle the sob threatening to leave your throat.
“You alright, kiddo?” Maria’s voice sounded.
You didn’t say anything out of fear of embarrassing yourself, afraid of whatever noise would come out.
“Can I come in?”
She took the sound of the door unlocking as a ‘yes’ and opened it slowly, sitting down beside you.
“What’s wrong, hm?” she murmured, putting her strong arm around your shoulders.
You turned into her embrace, wrapping your arms around her waist as tightly as you could while your body racked with sobs.
Maria held you close and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m right here, sweetheart.”
Natasha’s footsteps went unheard but she made herself known when she put a gentle hand on your back, doing her best to help soothe you.
Your tears fell freely, but the presence of your mothers was beginning to make you feel better. You were getting ahold of your breathing, matching yours to Maria’s.
Once you were calmer, you moved yourself to sit up with your back to the wall and Natasha was now in front of you, tutting when she saw your tear-stained face and your nose red from crying, “What’s got you so upset, honey?” she asked as she leaned forward to wipe your tears away with her thumbs.
You took a couple of breaths before attempting to respond to her, and while you did so, you realized not many people would be able to understand your feelings the way she might.
“How did… how did you forgive yourself?” Your voice broke as you spoke, fresh tears beginning to fall. “After everything I’ve done,” you shook your head. “I don’t deserve - I can’t - I’m a monster -”
“No, hey,” Natasha took your hand in hers before speaking softly, “You’re working yourself up again. Please don’t talk like that.”
You put your head down and pinched the bridge of your nose as Natasha sat in shock for a couple of seconds, surprised by your question.
It wasn’t often that the Black Widow cried, but as she saw you in your distress, reminding her so much of herself, she couldn’t help it when her eyes started watering.
She looked to her wife for a moment, and when their eyes met, it was clear they were thinking the same thing. Maria could not count the number of times she’d heard Natasha describe herself as a monster.
There were many nights Maria had held Natasha as she cried, feeling like she could never make up for everything she had done. She still felt that way sometimes. Like nothing could be enough for all the lives she’d taken or destroyed.
But you? You might be enough. Natasha felt more sure of that every day. The love she had for you consumed her. It came with an innate need to protect you. Getting to love you felt like healing from her past, something she once never thought she’d feel.
You had a long emotional journey ahead of you in order to come to terms with the reality, which was that you were a victim of circumstance, just like Natasha was. Neither of you asked for the hand of cards you were dealt, but you had to play them.
“Why don’t we go to the couch and talk about this there? Let’s get you off the floor,” the redhead suggested, helping you up.
As you made your way to the couch with Natasha, Maria went to the fridge and brought you water, which you took gratefully.
You sat between your mothers, busying yourself by fidgeting with the edges of the blanket, not feeling too inclined to look at them while you felt so vulnerable, preparing yourself to start speaking. “I have a lot of dreams about my time being controlled by Hydra, some can be really bad.”
Your mind raced as you mulled over how much you were going to tell them. You hadn’t spoken very much about what happened to you while you were being controlled by Hydra. You figured they knew enough from reading your file and Natasha being there when you were taken into custody by SHIELD.
Still, there was a lot you didn’t want them to know. You were ashamed of yourself and terrified that they may not look at you the same way after they knew what you’d decided to tell them.
“I was mostly assigned to kidnappings for Hydra,” A lump grew in your throat as you spoke. “I was having a nightmare about this one girl named Marcy, she was the youngest target I ever had. She was also the last.” You could feel the anxiety you were having in every part of your body. You weren’t sure what you expected them to say but the longer they said nothing the more anxious you became.
“You aren’t going to start forgiving yourself until you’re able to acknowledge that what happened was not all your fault,” Natasha finally said, which made your brow furrow.
When you didn’t say anything, she continued, “You know you didn’t do any of the things you did because of your own volition. Hydra was using a formula very similar to the one the Red Room utilized. You weren’t able to make any decisions yourself. Until you’re able to let up on yourself and come to accept this, you won't be forgiving yourself anytime soon.”
You stayed silent for a couple of seconds before nodding, “I’ve never not blamed myself.”
Natasha offered a soft smile, “I know how that feels. It took me a very long time to get to where I am now. And a lot of help from Maria.”
“And you have both of us every step of the way,” Maria chimed in.
Your eyes watered as the corners of your lips turned up, “Thank you. I love you guys so much.”
Natasha pulled you in for a hug and it seemed like she needed it almost as much as you did, “We love you too. More than you know.”
When you pulled away you turned and hugged Maria, “Thanks for finding me.”
The brunette shrugged with a soft smile, “Of course. But next time why don’t you let us know when something’s bothering you? You scared us there.”
“I’ll try my best. I’m still getting used to the whole asking for help thing. I’m sorry.”
“Ehh, that’s alright. We both know what it’s like to be a little emotionally stunted,” Maria snickered.
Natasha rolled her eyes and playfully kicked Maria’s shin, pretending to be annoyed by her comment as you laughed.
Everything was going to be okay.
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my WIP is a blackhill!parents fic w ex-hydra!daughter!reader and ohhh it's got me so excited. buckle up for some angst 🥲
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i think that natasha and maria are my favorite characters to write for because of their emotional complexity. they've obviously both been through a ton of shit and, in my mind, i don't think it's easy for them to express love. they want to badly, but they wouldn't go about it the same way you or i would - that's why they're so fun to write. these extremely guarded characters have so much to them and its always such a challenge to write something that feels authentic to them.
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sooner or later
Word count: 600
Summary: Maria comes home late again and R has started not to care anymore.
A/N: I’m realizing as I’m getting this ready to post that I didn’t really follow the prompt since it asked for comfort but I’d be willing to do a part 2 to this if that’s something you guys would like to see lmao so sorry. This was also way angstier bc i wanted to make it inspired by Last Kiss by Taylor Swift but decided against it :,)
Maria finished filing her paperwork and took a glance at her watch. 12:48 AM. You were going to kill her.
She stuffed her belongings in her bag and made her way to the parking garage as quickly as she could, hopping on her motorcycle and driving off to the apartment you shared.
Her mind was racing. You’d been giving her a hard time lately because of her work hours. You were right to, Maria thought. You deserved better, to have a girlfriend who was actually home and spent time with you. She gritted her teeth and drove faster. Something needed to change. She couldn’t take the look of disappointment on your face whenever she arrived home late from work when you knew she wasn’t coming from a mission.
There were so many things she could blame. She’d often lose track of time while doing paperwork, she’d take on a larger workload than necessary, and she would always pick up slack from her coworkers. But you didn’t deserve excuses, you deserved for her to be there when you fell asleep, holding you close to her.
Upon entering the apartment, she found you sleeping on the couch under a blanket in a hoodie of hers. Maria could tell that you’d tried to wait up for her, the tv playing at a low volume, a drink sitting on the coffee table looking near empty.
She chewed the inside of her bottom lip guiltily as she turned off the tv and put the glass in the sink before leaning down to pick you up and take you to bed.
You stirred awake in her arms, nuzzling against her collarbone, “What time is it?”
Maria looked down at you, “1:09”. She felt you sigh against her.
Your silence made her uneasy. It was much worse than if you’d yelled at her. Silence meant you didn’t have the energy to fight for her to stay anymore. You were starting to accept Maria’s absence.
She was going to lose you sooner or later and it would be her own doing.
Maria set you down in bed and took a cold shower.
Though your eyes were closed and you were comfortably in bed, now that your girlfriend was home, you found it hard to fall back asleep without her beside you. As upset at her as you were, you still missed her. There were many moments the two of you used to share but you rarely spent any time together anymore.
You resented her for making you feel more like a roommate than her girlfriend. After one too many conversations about her work hours, you’d decided that if you didn’t see a change from her sometime very soon, you wouldn’t be her girlfriend any longer. You had just started to feel optimistic before tonight as she hadn’t stayed late for more than an hour and a half in the past week. You felt like an idiot for believing things would be different.
After her quick shower, Maria changed into sweats and got into bed next to you, looking down at you, seemingly asleep. She combed back the hair that was in your face and felt an uncomfortable tightness in her chest, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, sinking into the bed.
You turned onto your side to face her at that and threw your arm over her midsection. You didn’t answer her. It wasn’t okay, you wanted to tell her, but you didn’t. You were done fighting, and if she wanted to destroy your relationship by deciding that work was more important than you were time and time again, so be it.
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