#I love writing for Proposal Nat

[badingsm]

hai! can you write a g!p/intersex nat big age gap

Warnings: Cursing, age gap, office romance, slightly mean Nat, intersex (but it will only come soon!), no hate towards Sharon :)

Hi Anon! It's going to be a miniseries again because The Proposal is my all-time favorite romcom (love SANDY B!) and it's kind of fitting anyway. Nat is in her early 40s and the reader's mid-20s, okay? I think Sands was 45 in that movie.

"Shit, shit, shit-"

You muttered underneath your breath as you tried to slip past the crowd.

Your alarm clock rang on time, but your body didn't wake up on time, and now you were in a rush to get your boss's coffee because, if not, she'd chew you down with her endless words filled with anger and more.

"Y/n! Hey!" Athena called you over the line, and you sighed in relief. "Here you go! Your regular lattes."

"Thank you, thank you! You saved my life!" You grinned sweetly towards the other woman with whom you've shared a special bond because of the times that she has saved you from getting the tardiness talk with your punctual boss. You then rushed to the traffic, mingling with the cars, to cross over the street to go and enter your building. Thankfully, just as the doors of the elevator were about to close, you ended up entering just in time. You turned your head, panting, to your co-worker beside you. "Are you okay there, buddy?"

He nodded shortly and said, "Yes."

"Yeah, me too!" You smiled.

The ride in the elevator was quiet, but you felt relieved when you realized that you were four minutes earlier than your boss. The doors soon opened, and just as you were rushing through your boss's office, you suddenly collided with the janitor named Fred, causing the one cup of coffee to spill all over your clothes.

"Sweet jesus!"

"I'm so sorry!" He apologized profusely, and you didn't have the heart to get mad because he's a good man.

But still.

You've got a soaking button-up blouse, making you rush towards your friend's corner to borrow hers because you know you'll be sitting on an hour and a half lecture about your dirty clothes at work.

And nobody wants that.

"I've got Taylor Swift Eras Tour tickets, VIPs, and I need a shirt in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

"Morning hassle?" Kate chuckled lowly, already removing her suit jacket to go change with you in the corner.

"Thanks!" You breathed out, grabbing one of the coffee cups before rushing towards the witch's office because you'd already heard the loud clacking noises of her annoying stilettos. "Morning, boss. You have a conference meeting in 30 minutes."

"Yes. The one with the team where we'll talk about their useless opinions because they're just all words and no action, I know."

"Briefing with Director Fury by 9 o'clock."

"Did you call the one with the—the ugly attitude like her?"

"Sharon." You nodded. "I told her she'd be fired if she didn't pass her files by 4. The immigration also called-"

"Cancel the call. Push the meeting to tomorrow. Keep the lawyer on the sheets," Natasha mumbled while typing aggressively on her keyboard. "You should know our priorities by now."

Just as you were about to respond, the phone rang loudly, causing you to jog over the table to go and pick it up.

"Miss Romanoff's office." You greeted through the phone, "Yes, Director, you're calling us in your office—and we're on our way." You answered when you saw Natasha's signal. "Yes. We'll be there in 5. Thank you."

"Go grab the document that I told you to finish a few days ago," Natasha instructed with her monotone voice while she grabbed her coffee and turned around. You were about to do as she said when suddenly, you heard Natasha speak again, "Um, who's Athena, and why does she want me to call her?"

You turned around, grimacing when you saw her raised brows, holding the cup of coffee with some written phone number. "Well, that was originally my cup."

She squinted her eyes. "And I'm drinking your coffee, why?"

"Because your coffee spilled." You watch her take a sip slowly.

"So you drink unsweetened cinnamon-light soy lattes?" Natasha questioned carefully. You could practically feel the sharpness of her jawbone as she looked at you through those dangerous eyes of hers.

"I do," You replied, biting your inner cheeks. "It's like Christmas in a cup."

"Christmas in a cup, my ass."

-

"Excuse me, gentlemen." You knocked against the hardwood door just as instructed and practiced. "Miss Foster's calling over the phone unstoppably, and I keep telling her you're otherwise engaged with some-"

Natasha signaled you sharply to come inside the room after she looked at you weirdly for a good while, as if some light bulb had just snapped inside her head, and you reluctantly agreed, even if it was against your will.

"Gentlemen," Natasha started with her sickly sweet smile that you know, even from a distance, is a fake one of hers, but she's always good at covering it up. "I understand the predicament that we are in. The thing about my deportation is kind of—and this might come as a surprise, but I assure you, no deportation will happen because well, Y/n and I—are, um, getting married.." You suddenly felt dizzy when those words were let out of her mouth. "Yes, you heard it right. We're getting married."

"Who's getting married?" Ross questioned with his white hair, chin-filled beard, and sarcastic look.

"Oh, you know, Y/n and I," Natasha answered with ease, even though you felt your whole world thicken with tension. "Just like your former assistant, Miranda—whom you fired because your wife found out about your affair," Your boss smirked when she finally got the upper hand again. "Y/n and I... we weren't meant to fall in love, but we did, and now we're getting married."

"Who's...?" You couldn't even utter a sentence because you stood there, completely dumbfounded. You were bombarded with this conversation that you had never even once in your life imagined happening. "Who's getting married...?"

"You and I." Natasha pinched your side so as not to make the others see. "Are getting married."

Cruel. Witch.

You blinked owlishly and repeated, "You and I are..."

"You and I are getting married, baby." Natasha awkwardly hugged you, patting your back while you coughed silently with the force that her palm had carried. "We're getting married soon, my love."

"Wow." You fishmouthed, your brain running through a million miles while your mouth stayed rooted in its agape. "You... you and I are getting married?"

"Yes." She faced the director, who's been eerily silent ever since you've entered. "So, are we good here? Is there anything else?"

"Um," Ross cleared his throat loudly, "Just make it official, Miss Romanoff."

"Right!" Natasha nodded. "Wedding rings. Ceremonies. Got it. Of course."

"Mm, congratulations on the engagement, though."

"Thanks, Directors." Natasha briefly bid her goodbyes, and then you and her were off to go.

You followed her silently from behind, already hearing the defeaning murmurs of your co-workers, and you were already sweating profusely as you followed and shut the door behind the both of you.

Natasha sat through her paperwork, signing here and there like she hadn't just set your whole world upside down with her (not so) little announcement.

"Um, excuse me, were you not there?" You scoffed sarcastically, your jaw clenching while your fists shook uncomfortably against your sweaty palm. "What happened in there?"

"What?" Natasha raised her brow.

"Wedding? Marriage?" You whisper-shouted. "What the hell?!"

"Believe me, this will benefit you tremendously too," She replied, giving you a silent eye roll that you didn't fail to see because your eyes were trained against her. "If anything, you should be thanking me."

"Do explain."

"Well, for one, if I'm getting deported, you'll be automatically moved or fired, and I guarantee you, it will be the latter, and I know you don't want that." Natasha finally looked up from her paperworks; she stopped everything that she's doing as you stood there having an intense staring contest with her. "Don't you?" She scoffed, lolwly mumbling, "And it's not like you're saving yourself for somebody else."

"Well, I'd like to think so." With gritted teeth, you shook your head from side to side and answered, "No."

"Exactly. So, now, we're getting married." She uttered like it was the easiest and most normal thing in the world, "Schedule a meeting with the immigration department so everything will fall into place, yeah?"

Yeah, no..

Because really..

What the hell is going on?!

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[mrscarmenbearzatto]

yours, cb. | carmen berzatto

summary: carmen writes a letter to you the day before he proposes, reflecting on your relationship.

wc: 1.02k | navigation post

rating: fluff, none! content warnings: none! if any need to be added lmk but as far as i know there are none:-)

“The first time I met you, I was so damn nervous. Richie told me you were back in town and I thought I was convinced that my first time meeting you, I’d screw it up somehow. Jumble all my words, forget my name. I almost did the first time I saw you. That night in the restaraunt with the only light on being one over a table by the fogged up windows. You still look so pretty under that light, you look pretty under anything. Richie told me, ‘she’s sweet’. Sweet doesn’t begin to describe you, angel. My angel.”

"Everything about you was.. so enchanting. I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever met. I never thought people could geniuenly fall in love at first sight, but with you, I realize what they're talking about when they say they laid eyes on their partner and they knew. From the moment I saw you I knew you were meant to be mine. And I yours."

You sat in your shared bedroom, your laptop in your lap as you scrolled through the numerous recipes Sydney had sent to you to review for the menu, since apparently you were hired as taste-tester. "What the hell is that?" You murmur to yourself as you stare at one of the dishes.

The front door opens and then swiftly closes, as you can hear footsteps approaching. You close your laptop just as Carmen appears a second later, practically jumping into your arms, laying his head on your chest. "Hi, bear. You okay?" You ask.

He lets out a soft "mm" as you begin running your hand through disheveled curls. "Just thought about you all day. Wanted to be here. That okay?" He checks, lifting his hand. You place a kiss on his head. "Carm, anytime you need, I'm here."

There's that grin again. There's that spike in his heartbeat when he looks at you, when he talks to you. The way he can feel himself falling deeper into love with you, no matter how long you've been together. There's a comfort in that, almost.

───

"The first time I kissed you, you may not have realized this (or you did any you're just too sweet not to say anything which totally sounds like you, babe) but I think my hands would have won an award for being the sweatiest palms, ever. You know when people say they feel fireworks when they kiss the person they love? I always thought they were being dramatic because until you, I hadn't felt that. But now I know what exactly they mean."

When Carmen wakes up and he realizes that you aren't there, he frowns. His favorite thing to do in the mornings when he wakes up before you do - which happens often - is to kiss you on the cheek and snuggle you for a few minutes before he has to pull himself away.

It isn't until he hears you humming down the hallway making your way back in that he smiles, sitting up to greet you. You come in, two mugs of coffee in hand. "Oh, hey, you're awake." You say, setting the mug down on his nightstand, kissing him before slipping back into your side of the bed, setting your coffee down.

Your phone buzzes in between you both, causing you to look down as your lock screen lights up with texts from Nat. "Am I your lockscreen?" He asks, recognizing the photo in the back. You smile at him, nodding. "Of course you are. You're my favorite person, Carm, why wouldn't you be?"

"And then our first date. The night I almost burned my apartment down because I was staring at you while the food cooked. How is it possible since that day you've gotten prettier? Well, I know the answer, it's because naturally you're gorgeous anyway. But each time I stare at you, it takes me back to that night in my apartment. Our apartment, we just had no idea it would become that then."

He kissed you right then, making you forget about Nat blowing up your phone. "You're my favorite person, too." He whispers against your lips as you smile, kissing him again.

───

"It's weird to think about, you know? How I'm going to propose to you tomorrow, and I'm writing this on old notebook paper, and you have no clue. Maybe it's silly of me to be writing this, it'll probably be some forgotten piece of paper. Or I'll read this to our future kids, if we ever have any, and tell them what I thought of their mom the first time I saw her: I was starstruck."

He looks over at you where you sleep, your arms wrapped around his torso where he sits up. He tries to keep still as he writes, not moving too much. He leans down, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"I can't wait to ask you to marry me tomorrow. To tell you everything I need to tell you, to ask you to be mine forever until death do us part. Mikey once learned Irish wedding vows (because of course he did), and I think it says what I can't. May you never steal, lie or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because I couldn't live a day without you."

His mind races with every memory he's shared with you. Looking around the bedroom you two share and have had so many laughs, tears and more in. The idea that he - a boy from Chicago with family issues who thinks he's an unlovable psycho - gets to marry you? Share a life with you, and maybe get to be the father of your children?

You're the one for him.

And for the rest of your lives, he doesn't know what he wants to be. But as for as long as you'd have him, he has an idea of what he wants to be.

"Yours, CB."

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[vanillanaps]

As I Lay Dying | Bucky Barnes

Request - if i gave you the prompt “death of a relationship” with mr bucket barnes, could you help give me the best angst ever?

A/n - This is the first fic ive been able to write in over a year. There was a lot of writing and deleting but I think I finally got it right 😭 Anon, I hope this was every thing you asked for.

Category - Bucky Barnes x Reader, angst

Warnings - Infidelity, broken hearts, authors first fic in a year, no hard feelings if it’s shitty, not proof read as always.

Word Count - 1.5k

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When you fall in love, the world you once knew changes in a heartbeat. You find this special someone whom you seem to never stop thinking about. This special someone who can make you smile, even in your saddest moments. This someone who you suddenly want to share every single small detail in your life with. This someone who you fall so madly in love with that you can’t even remember life before them, nor do you want to imagine the rest of your life without them. Love is supposed to be full of happiness, laughs, kisses, hugs, and passionate sex. Love is supposed to make you feel like you’ve been doped up on drugs for the last three years. Love is supposed to make you feel whole, not…empty.

And yet, there you were. You hadn’t moved a single muscle since those words came flowing out the love of your life’s mouth. It almost seemed silly. You questioned yourself, wondering how you didn't see it coming. Had you been so blindly in love that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend slowly slipping through the cracks of your fingers, into the hands of another woman.

Your eyes never left him. Even in a moment like this, those stunning blue eyes still had that soft and innocent charm behind them, even though that was everything he was not. They were low and soft, almost as if they were filled with true remorse, but if they were, he wouldn’t be here, leaving you for another woman. He’d be down on his knees, begging you for your forgiveness.

“Y/n,” Bucky called, a softness in his voice as if he was trying not to startle you, “Please, I just need you to say something–anything.”

“When did it start?” You asked, voice completely shot from the lump that had formed in your throat and refused to leave as your tears ran in a continuous stream down your face, “I just don’t understand Bucky, I mean, we were happy, right? We were in love, we were good!”

Bucky cleared his throat as he crossed his fingers together and lowered his head, “It started a few months ago, at Tony’s new years party.”

Your heart dropped, further than it did before, “But–but,” you took a beat, trying to piece the puzzle together. Confusion, sadness, anger, all mixed into one on your face, “......You proposed to me that night..”

He took a deep breath as his leg bounced anxiously up and down, “Y/n, i’ve never told you the truth about Nat and I.”

If it would have been possible, by now, your heart would’ve been sitting in your lap, “What?”

♡♡♡♡

Four months ago; One hour til New Year’s

The atmosphere was loud and heavy. It was Tony Stark’s annual New Year’s party and it had never failed to thrive, if anything each year the crowd grew. But Bucky didn’t mind. Not when he’s had you on his arm for the last three parties to make them more tolerable.

Currently, Bucky sat at the bar, nursing his glass of bourbon as he watched you mingle. A small smile on his face as he took in your beauty, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like you as a lover. Truthfully, he’d never imagined finding happiness, not after all that happened with Hydra. He always thought he was too fucked up to love and to be loved and yet, you loved him for every part of him. The good and the bad.

The presence of someone standing besides Bucky pulled him from his thoughts of you, “You seem happy now.” The voice spoke softly.

Bucky kept his eyes on you and nodded, “I am..”

Nat pauses for a moment as she sips her drink before turning her attention towards you as well. She thought about her next words carefully, knowing that what she was about to say, what she was about to do was completely wrong, but she couldn’t help herself, “....Do you think you ever could’ve loved me the way you love her?”

This time it was Bucky that paused, wondering why now of all time would Natasha ask him this, When he was finally happy, in love and carefree, but nonetheless did he answer, “...I tried to, but you didn’t let me.” He answered honestly, turning his attention away from you and towards the redhead in front of him.

She fought the smile that threatened to appear on her face, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze, “Things were different back then Barnes. I was a Widow and you were my Winter Soldier trainer.”

“Times might’ve been different back then, but my feelings were real Nat, regardless.” Bucky admitted.

This wasn’t right, Nat shouldn’t be doing this. You were her best friend, hell she’s the one who introduced you to Bucky. But, if she was being honest with herself, in her whole life, the only good thing she had was Bucky and she couldn’t help but wonder if her time had expired, “And–what about now?”

Time seemed to slow as her heart beated out of her chest as the two started longingly into each other’s eyes. It was wrong, it was wrong beyond all levels, but they just couldn’t help themselves as they quickly slipped out the backdoor of the party.

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His words ricocheted through your brain as he came clean about history with Nat then told you the truth about the New Year's party. You were at a loss of words, confused on how he had thoughts of you being the one, yet slept with another woman minutes after those thoughts were formed. The man you had loved for the last three years had happened to be a complete stranger to you. He had cheated on you and proposed out of pity. Out of sometype of way to make him feel less of an asshole. To let you go through with started to plan your wedding whilst he was screwing your best friend.

As for Nat, you couldn’t believe she could betray you like this. You didn’t understand why she never told you about her and Bucky’s relationship and you sure as hell didn’t understand why she’d set you up with him if she knew deep down, her feelings were still there. That one day she’d want to try again with Bucky. But instead, she drew the sharpest knife on planet earth and drove it right through your heart. At a time like this, Nat was supposed to be the one you called. The person to pick up snacks, drive over to your house and let you cry on her shoulders for hours. Nat was supposed to pick you up when you were down, not the one kicking you to the ground.

You sobbed as everything sunk in. You weren’t sure on what to do, how to feel, but you knew one thing for sure. You never wanted to see their faces again, from this every moment, Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff were dead to you.

“Get out.” You cried, shaking your head as you shot up from the couch, rage coursing through your veins, “You’re such a piece of shit! Three years! Three years of my fucking life down the drain because of you!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n, truly. I am.” Bucky tried, watching you pace the room.

A scoff left your mouth, shaking your head, “Is that supposed to make me feel better? An– I'm sorry Y/n?” You mocked him, “You know what, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the fact that I thought you could love someone. Clearly you are more fucked up than I thought you were!” It was a low-blow, you knew that, but you were running off anger. Every vein in your body was burning. Emotions running high as you were crying one minute and laughing like a crazed woman next, “I hate you! I hate you now, I’ll hate you later, I’ll hate you for eternity! You and Nat fucking deserve eachother! Two lowlife scumbags!” You pointed to the door, “Get out! Just get out, get out, get out!”

Finally, Bucky rose from his seat on the couch, slowly making his way to the door but not before stopping to grab his pre-packed bags. He fought the urge to look back at you once more. Dropping his key on the counter, he walked out the door and out of your life forever.

At that moment, your legs gave up on you. You dropped to the ground and continued to cry your life away. Your heart was in more than a million pieces and you had no idea on how you were even to begin on how to piece them back together. Within an hour, your life had changed drastically. The love of your life and your best friend, both gone in one sweep. Now, as you were alone, you felt nothing but sadness. Wondering why this had to happen to you when you had finally gotten to a good place with your life. It was true what they say, with true love comes a painful heartbreak.

You had experienced the amazing highs of a new love blossoming, but now you were facing the death of a relationship.

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[imtryingbuck]

Is Being In Love Always Painful?

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Natasha

Summary: Your in love with Bucky but he marries Nat

Word count: 636 shes a shorty

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Nat being a bad friend? Terrible writing as always

A/N: there will be another two parts

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Loving him was easy. But he wasn’t yours to love, no that was for your best friend. You still loved him with every inch of you. 

Why? Because loving James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was easy.

You met him at school, he was your first friend actually. Starting a new school was terrifying especially when you don’t know anyone there. Ms Donovan paired you up with him so he could show you around, he made sure you ate with him and his friends, made sure no one picked on you. He was easy to be friends with.

He took you to prom when Jimmy Holland bailed on you, and that’s when you knew you was in love with him. His smile made your heart skip way too many beats to be normal, he danced and laughed the whole night with you. Prom was amazing just because of him.

You went to different colleges and even with the distance you still kept in touch, seeing each other twice a month, three times if you were really lucky.

Natasha became your best friend straight away since you both shared a dorm and you were into the same things. Nat knew of your feelings for Bucky so one day she told you to go and tell him, she even paid for the bus tickets. You stood there outside Bucky’s dorm going over your words that you selected carefully for the umpteenth time. You were both surprised, him being that you were there and you being that he had a pretty brunette standing behind him and him introducing her to you as his girlfriend. You left shortly after with some lame excuse that he either believed or simply didn’t care.

You went back to Nat and cried.

With graduation four months away, you finally introduced Nat and Bucky to each other and honestly didn’t think anything of it since Nat knew of your feelings.

A few weeks later Nat walked in to the kitchen as you was making dinner, shuffling back and forth. “Y/N umm I need to ask you something” Her voice was small which was something it never was. Giving her a nod she continued “so um Bucky asked me out on a date and I said yes, I just really like him and since he’s your best friend I wanted to know if that’s oka- shit are you okay?” You sliced your finger with the knife which hurt but not compared to the pain in your heart. But you couldn’t say anything, so you nodded. The night of their date, you cried and after their date you slept with headphones on just so you didn’t have to listen to them having sex.

It’s been three years since graduation and you were in the jewellers with Bucky. To get an engagement ring. He’s going to propose to Nat.

You were there when she squealed with joy, nodding so fast you thought her head was going to come off.

You said yes to being her maid of honour, you did everything for her. Helped plan the perfect wedding for your best friend and the man you were madly in love with.

You stood there watching Bucky cry as he watched Nat walk down the aisle towards him.

You watched as they exchanged vows.

You stood in the corner of the hall and watched them have their first dance as husband and wife.

You did it all with a smile on your face even with your heart breaking. 

Long after the newlyweds and guests left you was still in the hall cleaning up. Steve was supposed to help but you waved him off telling him to enjoy his night with Peggy. All alone in the room you let the tears fall.

Loving Bucky was so easy but also extremely painful.

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[gingiesworld]

Love is Gone

Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Unhappy ending

18+ MINORS DNI

AN: Thank you guys for 1k followers. So this is here in celebration for you awesome people. Also I don't think I can move away from writing sad Nat fics.

Both Y/N and Natasha lay side by side on their once shared bed. The closet door was open as Nat's clothes were all being packed away, along with her belongings. The argument leading up to this moment still clear as day in both of their minds.

Then

The two walked inside the apartment, a heavy tension surrounding the two as Y/N kept replaying the words they had heard her say to one of her closest friends at a party. Nat watched as Y/N headed towards the fridge to grab a beer before they turned to face her.

"So are you going to keep stringing me along or put me out of my misery." They asked her calmly as they took a sip of their beer.

"Y/N." Nat started but Y/N just laughed at her, seeing how she was trying so hard to save herself.

"You know how you made me look to our friends? You made me seem unloveable." Y/N stated as they placed the bottle down on the counter. "Even hearing you say it to them when you thought I wouldn't hear. Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I don't know." Nat started as they just nodded. "I guess I was comfortable in what we have and I didn't want to lose that."

"But you don't love me anymore." They stated dryly. "That's what you told Wanda. You told her you care about me more as a friend."

"I just." Nat tried to think of ways to take it all back as her heart beat loudly in her ears. "I can't explain it but I don't feel the same as I used to."

"So just end it! Don't string me along thinking that we have a future together!" They yelled. "Don't keep this going up to the point I buy a ring and get down on one knee!"

"You were going to propose?" She whispered as Y/N pulled the small box from their pocket and placed it on the side.

"I was going to do it tonight, when we got home." They told her. "I had a plan for it all but now that isn't needed and saves me a headache." They chuckled dryly.

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She whispered as they nodded before heading towards their room with her on their heels. She watched as they grabbed her luggage and started to pack her bags.

"It's done now." They stated as they focused on the task at hand. "We're done so you don't have to keep pretending to care about me."

"Y/N." She reached for their hand that remained on the zipper. "Lay with me. One last time."

Now

It was hours as Y/N looked into her eyes, remembering how different they seem to them now. They used to find love and peace whenever they used to gaze into them, but now all they feel is despair and pain.

"Where will you go?" They asked her, even though their heart is breaking, they still worry about her.

"Yelena's." She told them as she reached for their face. Her fingers tracing their features as it took everything within them not to flinch under her touch. "Just until I can get my own place."

"Good." Y/N whispered as they moved to lay on their back. "We should finish packing your things." Nat watched as they got up and continued their task. It was pressing on 4am when they had finished packing. The ring still sat on the kitchen counter as Y/N moved to lay on the sofa, leaving the bed for Natasha. The two lay staring at the ceiling as the morning wore on, neither sleeping before Y/N had left. Leaving Natasha to pack her car before she headed to stay with her sister for the unforseeable future.

"So she's gone?" Bucky questioned as he stood with Y/N who had decided to redecorate all of a sudden.

"Yup." They told him. "And I am decorating."

"You were going to propose." He stated as he held the ring box in his hands.

"Last night after the party. I had it all planned Buck." They told him. "I had the roof set up and I was going to do it when we came home. Under the stars but I heard her, everything she said about me. Everything about not loving me. She still cares about me as a friend but she doesn't love me."

"Y/N, maybe you should give yourself time." He suggested as Y/N shook their head no.

"I can't do that, we have the same friends Buck. We will still see each other and I am asking for a transfer. Out of state." They told him before turning to finish their task at hand. "I need to leave New York and move on and I can't move on here."

"But what about the rest of us?" He asked them sadly.

"I'm going to rent to Peter, he is just starting school and it's a good price for him and I will still have my room here for when I visit." They told him. "Especially for yours and Steve's wedding." They smirked as he shook his head.

Once Y/N had left New York, word had gotten to Nat who had started to feel guilty. Everything that she used to love about the state had started to suffocate her. Even her sister was disappointed in her with how she led Y/N on.

"It's my fault they've left." Nat stated as she sat on her sister's sofa. "I ran them out of the city."

"Yeah it is your fault." Yelena agreed. "Maybe if you were honest to the both of you, they would still be here."

"I know." Nat whispered as she covered her face with her hands.

As the months went on, Y/N had settled in the new office in California. What they never expected was to run into an old face they hadn't seen since that night. The two had soon started to talk as she stayed in California, helping with her parents cafè.

Even though Y/N had thought that they wouldn't be happy again, they started to feel whole again with the more time they spent with her, they started to fall for her.

"Are you going back to New York for Bucky's wedding?" She asked them as they walked through the streets of LA.

"Of course." They confirmed with a smile. "He is my best friend." They stopped their movements as they turned to face her. "Would you be my date?" They asked her. "I know this may seem sudden but I just, I really like you Wanda and being here with you has been like a breath of fresh air."

"I would love to be your date." She told them with a bright smile and a kiss upon their cheek before they walked her home. Even as the wedding came closer, Y/N and Wanda had spent most of their spare time together. Even sharing their first kiss on her doorstep, leaving the two blushing as she went inside.

So as they entered the venue, Wanda gave their hand a squeeze. She knew of their feelings about New York but she knew they would never let their friend down, regardless of their feelings.

"Are you ok?" Wanda whispered as the two soon spotted a now red head.

"Yeah." Y/N gave her a genuine smile. "I am great actually." Wanda kissed their lips softly before the ceremony begun. Watching as their best friend married his soul mate, a smile on their face at the happy union. Even as their eyes met those green eyes they used to love, they didn't feel pain or despair. There was no longing or love. Their was nothing really, they never felt anything towards Natasha, not anymore. At the realisation, they kissed Wanda's head as the newly weds walked down the aisle arm in arm as everyone applauded.

"That was beautiful." Wanda told them with a smile.

"It was." They heard Natasha speak from behind them. "So, you two are together?" She questioned as Y/N smiled tenderly at Wanda.

"We are." They answered her question. "Going on three months now."

"You both look happy." Nat observed as the two nodded. Wanda went away to get some drinks, leaving the two exes together.

"You know, I was worried about seeing you again, I thought all of that pain would return when I saw you." Y/N started as they looked Natasha in the eye. "But I don't feel anything. I truly have moved on from you, even if I thought it would be impossible to do, but I have Wanda and I am falling for her."

"Do you see a future with her like you did me?" Nat questioned.

"Not like I did you." Y/N told her. "I actually see Wanda and I growing old together. Having a family together. I see a future set in stone with her. I never had that with you. I only ever saw marrying you and nothing more."

"I'm happy for you both." Nat swallowed dryly. "Just make sure you both make each other happy." With that, she walked away as Wanda was making her way with the drinks. In that moment, she knew that there was no love left between the old lovers, just distant memories of what used to be.

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[doudouneverte]

A new start

a/n: hey I'm alive sorry...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader; Yelena Belova x Female!Reader(platonic)

Summary: I just wanted to write something about Yelena...

Type: Fluff

Warning: mention of Red Room and nothing else (I think)

word count: 3058

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It was already night when Natasha came back, but she was not alone. The redhead opened the door to find a noiseless home; you were definitely sleeping, and even if she loved when you greeted her when she came back, she was more happy to know you found time to rest.

"Come on." She said to the woman next to her, "I'll just check Y/n and we will prepare the spare bedroom." Nat walked to your shared bedroom without making any sounds to not wake you up. When the Russian had confirmation that you were asleep, she started the other part of her plan.

The next day you woke up with your wife next to you; she said she had a mission somewhere in Europe, and you just assumed she came back last night while you were sleeping. You left a kiss on her head before heading to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to make her breakfast. Dating a super spy wasn't easy, and marrying her wasn't really better, but you knew she would always come back to you. During the years, you did a lot of things to make her life easier, even if it wasn't always good, but you tried and you succeeded.

While you were making breakfast, you heard some footsteps behind you. You were expecting your favorite redhead, but you were surprised to see a blonde woman standing in front of you in one of your wife's pajamas, visibly tired and as confused as you.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, a little surprised by how calm you sounded.

Yelena wanted to talk, but her sister came before "Good morning, detka." Natasha greeted you beside her little sister, and you just replied with a nod. "Oh yes, I almost forgot..." She took some steps toward you and pointed to the other woman in the room. "Y/n, let me introduce you to my little sister, Yelena." She turned to Yelena and pointed to you this time: "Yelena, let me introduce you to my wife for a long time now, Y/n."

"Why are you so formal?" The two of you both asked her, then exchanged a look and chuckled. You dropped the knife you were using to cut some fruit before being interrupted to properly introduce you to the blonde.

"Hi Yelena, I'm Y/n, but you can call me Y/n/n." You proposed your hand with a big smile, and she shook it.

"Uh, hi?"

"Are you hungry? I'm making breakfast; you can ask if you want anything special." You proposed.

"No, it's okay, I don't want to bother you; I'll just have toast and a cup of coffee." The youngest Russian said

"Don't worry, it's not bothering her; you can ask her anything." Natasha said before emptying her coffee cup and rushing out of the kitchen. "I need to do some paperwork for the last mission; I should be back tonight. I will buy the dinner." She announced it before disappearing.

You finished the breakfast and disposed of a plate in front of the blonde woman when the redhead came back, already dressed to leave.

Natasha quickly kissed you on the lips before giving a quick kiss on Yelena's cheek before heading to the front door. "I love you; see you tonight!" She yelled before you heard the door getting slammed.

In the kitchen, you were eating, a little unsure of how you should act with your sister-in-law. Your wife already told you about her past and about Yelena; you knew the widows didn't trust easily. -- it took you almost one year and a half after you and the older sister started dating before she started to confess a little about her past.

"So, what are you doing?" Yelena asked you to break the silence.

"What do you mean by what I am doing?" You asked completely confused.

"Are you a super soldier, a super spy, have you a super armor, or have you any super powers?" She asked, and you laughed. "What is funny?"

"Nothing; it's just that I wish I had powers, but no, I'm just like you... I mean, not really. I'm not a spy or anything." You replied.

"Well, if I had to imagine my sister dating someone, I thought it would be one of the boys band." She said and took another sip of her coffee while you laughed again.

"Sorry, it's just that you're not the only one who assumes that, but you are the only one who says that in front of me." You took a moment to regain your serious "I'm not someone special; honestly, even after three years, I don't know why your sister asked me to be her wife." You confessed.

"She's the one who proposed?"

"Yes, it was a Tuesday. I came back from my training, and she waited for me in the bathroom. She got a little hurt on a mission, and I started to help her, and out of nowhere, she proposed to me." You smiled at the memory. "She didn't even have a ring or anything; she just did it spontaneously, and I accepted it."

"Why? Excuse me, but did you know who she was before you accepted?"

"Yes, of course. We had been dating for four years before that. She told me about her... about your past."

"She talked to you about me?" Yelena asked, visibly surprised.

"Yes, almost every day, sometimes I had to shut her up." You joked. "She missed you a lot. She passed every year to close herself every time we were approaching her anniversary of her escape from the Red Room." You confessed.

"Why? The Red Room was not a place that should be mourned."

"I know, but this date reminded her of the time she left you, hoping that somehow you found a way to escape and find a better life." The blonde searched for a trace of lying in your expression, but she didn't find anything. "But I'm happy that you're here now; she talked to me a lot about you, but I always wanted to meet you. First, because I feel like I still need your approval for marrying your sister, and also because we need someone to keep an eye on Liho when we're not around."

This time it was Yelena's turn to laugh; you didn't say anything and just admired her, probably feeling alive for a long time. "I don't think I'm the best person to take care of a cat; I'm more of a dog person." She said and you nodded.

"Okay but you didn't say no, so I'll take that for a yes." You said before grabbing her plate to start washing the dishes. "Oh before I forgot, did you have any clothes except Nat's one?" You asked.

"No, we just landed here late last night." The blonde said.

"Okay. There is a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, and there are also some towels. You can take a shower and put some of your sister's clothes, I'll finish this, and we will leave." You announced.

"Where are we going?" The blonde asked.

"Buying you some clothes and a new phone." You replied.

"You don't have to."

"Be ready in forty minutes." You said firmly before starting to do the dishes, not allowing room for any debate.

Yelena wanted to protest, but she remembered what Nat said about you being almost more stubborn than her. The blonde made her way to the bathroom, where she easily found everything and some clothes folded with a note written by Nat.

Fourty minutes later, you were waiting for her in front of the main door when she came out of her bedroom dressed, and you led her into your car. On your ride, you decided to try to get to know her more than Nat told you.

"So...do you have anything in mind, a favorite type of clothes, or anything?" You asked.

"Not really; I will take anything you want." She replied.

"Uh uh, absolutely not." You protested, "It's your clothes, so you'll choose." She didn't have time to reply before you parked the car. "Let's go." You said showing a credit card.

In the shop, Yelena seemed a little shy to be here. You found it cute, but something in your mind reminded you why she acted like that.

You patted her shoulder and gave her a smile. "What do you think about trying to find a lot of clothes that would suit you and meeting at the cabin in thirty minutes?" You proposed, and she nodded shyly before she started to walk, "and don't restrain you." You added before walking in the other direction.

Thirty minutes later, as you were waiting for her with your hand full of clothes, the blonde came to meet you with fewer articles than you like you excepted. "Don't you think it's too much?" She asked while she was examining everything you picked.

"Nothing is too much. Now go try everything, and we will keep what you want." You commanded, and even if she wanted to protest, she was thinking about what her sister told her.

After a lot of time dressing and undressing herself, Yelena finally came out with some choices. You made your way to the cashier, and she was a little surprised to see all the articles. When you paid, you immediately put the bag in the car before continuing your purchase.

After buying her a new phone, you decided to take a pause in a restaurant to eat. While you were waiting for your order, the blonde in front of you cleared her throat to gain your attention.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You nodded to let her continue "What do you—" she was interrupted when someone called you.

"Y/n/n?" You heard a familiar voice call your name, and when you looked at them, you smiled.

"Marina? What are you doing here?" You were clearly surprised to see her but also really happy.

"It's our day off, so I propose to the girls that we have lunch before our game tomorrow." The tall woman replied, and as if she summoned them, a group of girls came into the restaurant, and a few of them rushed to give you a crushing hug.

"Hey girls, I missed you." You said.

"Us too." Another woman said.

"Who is she?" Marina whispered to you.

"Oh right, girls, let me introduce you to Yelena. She's Natasha's little sister. She came from... Europe; yeah, she moved from Europe to be with her sister." You said a little unsure if it was a good answer. Yelena behind you just waved shyly at the girls when she had all their attention.

"And Yelena, this is my volleyball team; they can be annoying, but they're good peoples. At least some of them." You whispered comically loudly to Yelena, who laughed when some of your teammates started to protest.

The encounter with the girls was a rather good things, the Russian seemed less shy when it was time to go back home. At home, you took nearly an hour to install all the new things you bought in her bedroom and in the house. After that, you were a little tired and decided to take a nap while Yelena was watching TV.

Nearly an hour later, Natasha came back. The redhead was a little surprised when you didn't greet her like usual. "Hey, how was your day?" She asked her little sister when she saw her on the couch.

Yelena took a moment to think before replying, "Pretty good; we spent almost all the day doing shopping and eating." She explained, and her sister laughed.

"It's clearly a Y/n thing, but  talking about her. Where is she?"

"She took a nap a little before you came back."

"Oh, did she seem tired?" The redhead asked a little worried.

"Not more than usual."

"Did she say something about her knee?"

"Mmmh...no why?"

"She tore her ACL a few months ago, and now she's in rehab, and she's not protected from injuring her knee again." Natasha said, and her sister started to look at her feet a little guilty.

"Now I feel bad for letting her carry the bags." Yelena admitted but her sister didn't say anything; she just wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close to herself.

"Don't worry, it will not kill her, but yeah, the next time you can be more attentive to that." The older sister said before leaving a kiss on her head. "Now let's watch a movie before I have to order dinner."

After that, you woke up only one hour later, and it was already time for dinner. Natasha ordered mac and cheese, and it was the first time you've seen Yelena so happy for the entire day. You washed the dishes and started to watch a movie before the two sisters joined you. They were commenting on the movie with you and sometimes arguing about a few things until the youngest fell asleep. Your wife picked her up and brought her to her bedroom before calling it a night for her and kissing you before she went to sleep.

Because of your nap, you were still awake around 2 a.m. when you heard some noise in Yelena's bedroom. If it had been more than a decade before, you would surely let it slide, but not now. You married a black widow; you knew exactly what was happening, and honestly, you were surprised it hadn't happened yesterday.

You made your way to the blonde's bedroom. You opened the door carefully before you spotted her on the bed, moving frenetically and mumbling something. If all the past years with Natasha have taught you anything, it is that you need to wake her up before something bad happens, but carefully.

So you walk calmly to her side and check that there wasn't anything that could be used as a weapon before you start to try to wake her up. But of course things didn't go well when she woke up suddenly and started to attack you. Fortunately for you, your wife forced you to train a little with her just in case something like this happened with her.

But Yelena, not being Natasha, didn't restrain herself and really try to kill you; she thought that you were a real threat. You didn't know how, but you managed to immobilize her. You pulled her against you and talked to her until she came back from her state. The redhead entered the bedroom a few seconds later with her widow's bite ready to use it on whoever wanted to arm her sister, but she threw them away when she saw you.

When she sensed her sister, Yelena calmed herself and made her way to Nat's arms. You brought her a water cup and waited until your wife assured you that everything would be alright. After that, you went to sleep, but you were a little shocked by the events.

The next morning, you woke up with the other side of the bed empty of your wife's presence. When you went to the kitchen, no one was there. You checked your phone to see a text from Natasha.

Hot Wife💖[9:32 a.m] I bring Yelena with me to the tower. I love you♥️ You[10:04 a.m] Oh okay, I'll see you later. I love you ♥️

You spent the day trying to distract yourself with Liho and the TV until the girls came back in the middle of the afternoon. When you heard the keys in the door, you rushed from your bedroom to the front door. When Natasha opened the door, you quickly jumped into her arms.

"I missed you too." She joked. You let her go when you saw Yelena behind her; the blonde seemed to feel guilty about earlier.

You didn't say anything and just opened your arms for the youngest sister, who hesitated a moment. She looked at Nat, who reassured her with a smile, and the blonde Russian accepted your hug.

"I'm sorry." Yelena said while you were running your fingers through her hair.

"It's okay; I know what it's like to have those types of nights." You assured her, and she looked at you with a little surprise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm married to your sister, remember? Now come, Liho missed his aunt." You said bringing her in the living room. After a moment playing with your sister in-law and the cat you went to the kitchen to grabbed a water bottle when Natasha came.

"Thanks for being here for her yesterday." She said while hugging you.

"Don't worry, it's okay. I know it's not easy to live with trauma, but I'm sure one day she will be alright." You reassured her.

"I hope." The redhead said to no one in particular.

Two weeks later, you came back from a trip to the grocery store more excited than usual. "Where is Yelena?" You asked Natasha when you didn't see the blonde in the living room.

"In her bedroom, why?" You didn't reply before you called her sister. A few seconds later, the two sisters were in front of you, confused about your behavior.

"Okay, Yelena, I have a surprise for you." You said before showing her a little box "Open it."

The blonde took the box, opened it, and found a key. She looked at you more confused.

"I know I should do it earlier, but I didn't find the time. Sorry, but here it is." You took the key: "I know that somewhere in your mind you still have a lot of things to deal with, but now you can suppress one thing. This is a spare key to the house; this is officially your home too. I'm really happy to have you in my family."

The blonde took a moment to process what you said. After the mission in Ohio, she didn't think she could have a family, and when Natasha ran away and never came back, that solidified this thought. But now she had somewhere she could call her home again, with people who really cared about her.

Yelena cried and hugged you tightly. "Thank you." She whispered.

"No thanks to you. You just completed our little family." Natasha said before joining you in the hug. Today is a new start.

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[ro-is-struggling]

Goodmorning Ro! I wanna send in a request for your event but don't have much in the way of specifics so I hope that's alright? Besides, I don't remember that episode and would love to see where you take it if you take it. Anyway hope you have a good day!

Prompt: 9 (Part 1)

Character: Dr. Strange (Character B)

Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Light Smut(if inclined)

OMG I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST IT! Life got in the way and I had to stop writing for a while, but I'm back now! Thank you for your patience and I hope this silly little fic finds you somehow after all this time anon💕

I loved writing this one! I tried my best to combine the above-mentioned genres as best as possible, but idk, I hope I did a good job. I feel like I wanted to make it more of a crack fic at the start but then I got carried away and ended up being more spicy. I literally had to stop myself from turning this into a full on smut lol I hope you like it anyways!

THE CALL || STEPHEN STRANGE X READER

Summary: During a girls night you are challenged to leave a dirty message for Stephen Strange as part of a game of truth or dare. You accept without much thought, the alcohol in your system stopping you from realizing that your relationship would never be the same after that.

Warnings: suggestive tones, alcohol consumption, attempt at humor, teasing, a bit of dirty talk, name calling (whore) implied smut

English is not my first language

Word count: 4300

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

The girls' night was Wanda's idea. After the stressful mission you had been through, hanging out together to relax and gossip was exactly what you needed to recover. Nat and you were a little tired, but eventually gave in after Wanda convinced Hope and Sharon, who happened to be in the avengers' compound when you arrived, too. So you all changed into your comfiest pajamas and, after kicking all the men out of the living room, you all settled down on the couch with a cheesy rom-com playing in the background as you chatted.

The tiredness and tension disappeared from your body as you laughed with your friends, joking and listening to their love problems. It was nice to switch off your brain every now and then and act like you were normal people, worrying about trivial things instead of thinking about the problems affecting the world. It kept you sane and restored your faith in humanity. There was nothing that improved your mood like hanging out with your friends just eating junk food and talking about stupid things.

You were having a good time, drowning in pizza and ice cream while laughing, but when Natasha started mixing drinks things started to go off the rails. With the alcohol levels in everyone's blood rising the conversation became increasingly more chaotic and wild, confessing embarrassing secrets and constantly telling one another how much you loved each other. It wasn't long before someone suggested playing truth or dare and everyone agreed, far too drunk to think about the consequences.

The first few rounds were uneventful, consisting mostly of silly truths and the occasional simple dare such as taking a shot or doing something to annoy one of their teammates. However, as the rounds progressed and the alcohol got into your systems, the game got out of control. And when your turn came you regretted your choice of dare as soon as the words left Natasha's mouth.

"I dare you to send Strange a dirty voicemail." The redhead looked at you with a mischievous smile. Her arched eyebrow challenged you, wondering if you would even dare to accept her proposal. She knew how you felt about Stephen, she'd had to listen to you ramble on multiple times about him and his perfect face that looked like it had been carved by the angels themselves. She knew you liked him, but she also knew you were never going to make the first move. So she thought the best thing to do was to give you a little push —well, it seemed small in her alcoholized mind.

"No way!" you groaned, refusing to participate in the game. You weren't drunk enough to ignore that voice in your mind telling you that this was a bad idea. 

"You can't refuse!" Wanda interjected. "That's not how it works!"

"If you do, you'll have to drink from the mystery cocktail and you don't really want to do that, trust me." Sharon said, remembering the horrible taste of the mystery drink Natasha had prepared as punishment for chickens who didn't complete the dares. She didn't know what the fuck she'd put in there, but it tasted awful.

"Fine!" You gave in to peer pressure. "But it'll be anonymous!" The last thing you needed at that moment was to have to face the consequences of such actions. What Natasha didn't seem to want to understand was that your hesitation to confess to Stephen how you felt about him didn't just come from a place of fear of rejection, it was much more complicated than that. You could handle rejection, what you couldn't handle was continuing to work with him after such humiliation. Stephen was an avenger, so before you did anything you had to consider how it might affect the team.

"That's fine by me!" Nat aceptó y las demás chicas la siguieron.

"But I'm going to need a drink before I do this."

You took a sip of the strongest drink on the table, feeling the sting of the alcohol as it went down your throat. You needed a lot of courage to do what you were about to do, to lower your inhibitions to the point of losing your sense of shame and self-control. You weren't as intoxicated as you would have liked to be —you were definitely going to remember this in the morning—, but you figured it was for the best. You still needed to be able to speak clearly and form coherent sentences, two things that would be impossible if you kept drinking. So you rested your now empty glass on the table and picked up your phone, ready to get it over with for good.

"It has to be good!" You heard Wanda say as your fingers awkwardly searched your contacts for Stephen's number, making sure to set your number to private and encrypt it before doing anything so he couldn't trace the message back to you. "You have to talk like you mean it."

"Yeah! If he doesn't get a hard on after listening to your voice then you failed the dare." Natasha added and you threw one of the couch cushions in her face.

"That doesn't make any sense! You can't possibly know the effects it might have on him." You complained, pointing out your friends' exaggeration. "He might not even open it."

"Oh I'll know," Wanda assured you, giving you one of those mischievous smiles that sometimes made you question her mental sanity. 

"Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes. "Any other requests before I do this? It's now or never." The girls shook their heads, giving you the green light to proceed. You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself, clearing your throat and blurting out a few words as you searched for a new tone of voice that sounded sultry yet different enough from your normal voice to throw Stephen off. 

Before tapping on his contact on your phone you tried to focus on him and how he made you feel. His cocky smile was the first thing that came to your mind, the one he gave you every time his plans worked out after you questioned them. That smile drove you crazy. His lips in general drove you crazy. You spent more time than you'd like to admit imagining what it would be like to feel his kisses on your skin, caressing every inch of your body. You wondered if his tongue was as skilled at pronouncing incantations as it was at bringing pleasure to a woman. The mere image of his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starving man was enough to make your center drip with need. 

His hands were the next thing that popped into your mind, the way they moved in the air with precision each time he casted a spell. You loved watching him work, you got completely lost in your thoughts as you silently admired him, imagining how his hands would feel on your body, touching each curve with delicate sensuality. You were convinced that he really knew what to do with his hands to have a girl screaming his name in seconds, those skillful fingers of his were good for more than magic and you were dying to feel them exploring the deepest parts of your being.

Once you let your imagination run wild it was easy to find the right words to complete your dare. You didn't even have to think too hard about keeping a different voice, the low, sensual tone came naturally to you as you left a message for Stephen detailing everything you wanted to do to him —and everything you wanted him to do to you. You tried to control yourself since your friends were in the room with you, carefully choosing your words so as not to reveal so much about your true fantasies. But you made sure he knew how attractive you found him and how you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. 

The moment you hung up, all the girls burst into hysterical laughter, theorizing about what Stephen's reaction would be when he heard your message in the morning. You were buzzing with euphoria, too intoxicated to feel embarrassed, so you laughed with them. Your confused mind wasn't able to comprehend that you were the one who would have to face the consequences of your little game. That was a problem for the Y/N of the future and at that moment the next morning seemed to be far in the future. All that mattered to you at that moment was to relax and enjoy the evening, laughing with your friends. And that was exactly what you did until at some point you fell asleep on the living room couch.

When you woke up in the morning you regretted all the decisions you had made the day before, from accepting the first drop of alcohol to sleeping on the couch. Now not only did you have a headache that barely let you think, but also your whole body felt stiff due to the awful position in which you had slept on the couch. You grunted as soon as you felt Tony's voice, no doubt speaking louder than necessary to annoy you as he paced around the kitchen preparing breakfast. You hated the open concept building design more than ever at that moment, missing walls that separated the living room and sheltered you from the sound.

"I hate you." You winced when he came over to ask if you were going to have breakfast. He sounded so cheerful and amused while you were miserable that it made you angry. Your head was pounding and your stomach was upset. However, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen forced you to get up, reluctantly dragging yourself into the kitchen where Nat, Wanda and Sharon greeted you with tired looks. 

"Seems like you ladies had quite a night." Steve said with a smile, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down next to you. His hair was still wet from the shower, probably because he had gotten up early to go for a run like he did every morning. You never really cared about that, but this time you couldn't help but look at him like he was crazy for daring to do such a thing. The very idea of moving at a speed faster than a zombie made you want to vomit.

"Remind me to never drink again." You grumbled, taking one of the pills Nat had passed you. Sharon agreed with you, complaining about how the world still seemed to be spinning around her.

"What the hell did you put in that drink?" She asked Natasha, but the redhead just laughed. 

"Shhh, can you guys stay quiet? My head is killing me." Wanda interjected, raising her head to give everyone a pleading look before plopping back down on the marble of the island. 

Everyone's condition improved considerably after eating a lot of greasy food and drinking a lot of water. It also helped that the medicine kicked in, although you were still feeling tired and slightly sore. When you regained some of your good mood and will to live you went back to the living room, settling down on the couch with a cup of hot coffee in the hopes of watching the tv until your energies were recharged. However, your plans were ruined when you discovered that someone was already there. And not just anyone, but Stephen Strange, who was talking to Tony while holding his phone in his hand. 

Memories of the night before came back to you in a series of flashes that replayed in your mind like a movie. You stared in horror at the men in front of you, wondering if Stephen had gotten your message yet. You sat as far away from them as possible, focusing on your coffee as you tried to listen to their conversation. Your strategy was to be discrete and play dumb if their eyes at any point caught on you, but when you saw Natasha walk into the living room you knew your plan was out the window.

"What are you guys talking about?" The redhead interrupted them, "Expecting an important phone call?" She added, looking at the phone in Stephen's hands with a raised eyebrow. 

"Our favorite wizard here got a spicy message from an encrypted number and he needs my help to figure out who this mystery person is" Tony explained with amusement in his voice and Stephen gave him a murderous look.

"Thanks for the discretion, Tony."

"Spicy how?" Natasha pressed the issue to see if she could get Stephen to give more details, especially about how that message had made him feel. 

"Oh you have to hear it, this girl did not hold back." Tony said and you choked on the coffee you were drinking. He had heard it! "She was really grateful to him for saving the world and wanted to give something back to him, if you know what I mean."

"We all know what you mean, Stark. You're not very subtle." Stephen rolled his eyes. "And give me that back." He snatched the phone out of her hands before she could pass it to Natasha to listen to the message. "Can you help me or not?"

"Why do you want to know who this person is?" Nat teased, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "You really liked it, huh?"

"No! I just... I'm concerned it might be a stalking situation so I want to know who this person is." Stephen tried so hard to sound confident, but even you were able to notice the hesitation in his voice. He was making excuses. He was at least intrigued by the message and that made you feel a strange sense of pride. Even though you were a little drunk, you had managed to get his attention with your words and your sensual voice. Sure, he didn't know it was you, but that didn't matter to you at the moment, the confidence slowly building in your system didn't let you think about it.

"Hey! No one is judging here." Tony spoke up. "If I were in your place I would like to know who this mystery person is too."

Stephen let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. "Just let me know when you get something."

He stormed off, leaving you with a million unanswered questions and a strange feeling in your stomach. Tony ran after him and Natasha took advantage of the fact that you were alone to give you a gentle push to get your attention. You moved your gaze from the door through which he had disappeared to look up at your friend, who was looking at you with a playful smile.

"He's crazy about you." She stated but you downplayed it, saying he was only interested because he didn't know it was you talking on the other end of the line. However, you couldn't help but feel a little flame burning inside you. You felt confident and for the first time since you had met Stephen you felt you had a chance with him.

The next time you saw Stephen was during an Avengers meeting to discuss a possible mission. You barely paid attention to what Steve was saying, too distracted by the perfect profile of Stephen sitting next to you. The sunlight coming through the large windows illuminated his face in a special way, giving him an ethereal aura that made it impossible for you to look away from him and those ridiculously sharp cheek bones he had. It was torture to have him so close looking like a Greek god and not being able to do anything about it. Your new found confidence hated it. It took all your power to control your urges, striving to calm your wild fantasies at least until Steve let you out of there. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't realize the meeting was over until you saw the other team members disappearing behind the door. Soon it was just you and Stephen in the large conference room. You gave him a quick glance and noticed that he was looking at his phone once again. You wondered then if he was waiting for another message from you, if he was as crazy about that mysterious voice on the other end of the line as he seemed to be. It was pretty hard to contain your urges at that moment.

"Any new leads on your mystery person case?" your voice alerted Stephen, who looked up from his phone to rest his gaze on you.

"No, Stark hasn't called me yet."

"Is that what you were checking on your phone while Steve talked?" You asked him, getting up from your seat to move closer to him, settling against the table right in front of his chair. "If Stark had called with any leads?"

There was something in your tone of voice that alerted Stephen, a sensual undertone he had never heard in you before and it made him wonder what you were getting at. He had felt your eyes on him throughout the meeting, he always did, but for some reason this time it felt different.

"Why do you care so much?" He countered, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm just curious as to what has you so distracted lately." You faked innocence, shrugging your shoulders. "Was it really that good?"

"Excuse me?" Stephen was surprised by your sudden audacity, though he couldn't say he didn't find it intriguing. 

"It seems to me that you're desperate to hear that voice again." You leaned closer to him, lowering your head to be at his level. Your eyes were locked on his, admiring the dark shadow in the icy blue of his orbs. He held your gaze as the tension in the air intensified, curious to discover what your next words would be.

"I can help you with that," you added, using the same low, sultry tone you had used in the message. "Even better, I can show you just how hot I think you are... how desperate I am to feel your hands all over my body, using your powers to restrain me and do whatever you want with me." 

If your voice hadn't already given you away, repeating the words you had said to him in the message definitely had. His eyes grew wide, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. You had never seen Stephen so perplexed and you had to admit that it felt good to be the cause of that. You were used to it always being the other way around. You used to be the one who was speechless every time he gave you a smile, it was nice to have the power for once.

Stephen was not an easy man to silence, even in the strangest or most stressful situations, he always found something to say. But now he was speechless, looking at you in complete astonishment as he tried to process the situation. It wasn't just discovering that you were the mysterious person he was looking for that threw him off, but also the confidence you exuded. He had never seen you act that way before, though he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. He couldn't stop his mind from running wild, imagining every detail of the message that occupied his thoughts but now with you. Never would he have imagined that behind your innocent look and shy attitude was an imagination as dirty as his.

"I can give you what you want, all you have to do is ask." Your warm breath would collide against her earlobe when you spoke, giving her goose bumps. Your perfume assaulted his nostrils with every breath he took, intoxicating his entire system with your scent. He felt dizzy, his mind clouded with desire and anticipation having trouble concentrating. 

However, when you turned away from him, walking towards the door to finally get out of there, his brain snapped out of it. Raising his hand in the air, he conjured a kind of glowing lace made of pure energy that closed over your wrist, stopping you on your feet. With a gentle push he managed to turn you around to face him as he used his other hand to close the door to the room and pull down all the blinds with a simple flick of his wrist.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet. We're just getting started." Stephen said to you with an arched eyebrow. You noticed a hunger in his eyes you had never seen before, the cool blue of his orbs almost completely consumed by the black in his dilated pupils. It ignited a flame inside you, a warmth spreading through your stomach as you carefully analyzed Stephen's body language, trying to predict his next move. All your arrogance and confidence disappeared under his intense gaze. You were like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place waiting for his next reaction.

All he had to do was pull the glowing leash and you were forced to move closer to him once again. You would have lost your balance had it not been for his grip on your waist, successfully trapping you between his body and the edge of the table. You had nowhere to run, though you really didn't want to.  

"Who would have thought that behind that cute and innocent act there was such a dirty whore, desperate to be seen?" Stephen's voice was condescending, mocking, as his cold blue eyes pierced into yours. It made you feel small and insignificant in the face of his imposing figure, your cheeks heating with the blood that was quickly pooling there from the embarrassment of being so exposed. He finally knew the truth, you were a dirty whore desperate for his touch. 

"I never would have guessed you were the voice on the message saying those dirty things." He was barely touching you —his fingers trailing up your arms to your shoulders, following the line of your collarbones before descending through the space between your breasts—, but that was enough to quicken your breathing. And every time you inhaled, you breathed in his intoxicating scent, a mixture of his cologne and the aroma of his own essence that made your knees weak.

"I was hoping it was you. The first time I heard those words I closed my eyes and imagined you acting out those fantasies. I got so hard just imagining it." As if to emphasize his words, Stephen pressed his hips against you, letting you feel the bulge beginning to grow in his pants. You couldn't contain the moan that escaped your lips, a pathetic whimper that put a smile on Stephen's lips. 

He was enjoying the growing anticipation, having fun with your suffering. He was torturing you as retribution for your mysterious little message that had had him going crazy all this time, forcing you to experience the same desperation he did, using only his voice to arouse you. You hated it and loved it at the same time.

"You have no idea how much I wanted it to be you...but then I thought it could never be, you're a good girl and good girls don't use that vulgar language." You looked down, unable to hold eye contact with him any longer as you felt the embarrassment taking hold of you. But Stephen didn't let you off that easily, taking your chin in his hand to force you to look at him. "Tell me, were you really so desperate for my attention to leave that message? Were you so desperate for me that you pushed aside your good girl attitude and manners to expose the whore you hide inside you?" 

His voice was a husky whisper against your ear, his lips almost brushing against sensitive skin seductively. The ghost of his touch was driving you crazy and his dirty words traveled straight to your core, that throbbed desperate for attention. You could feel his presence, the warmth of his body against yours, his imposing gaze, the subtle caresses of his fingers on your skin, but it wasn't enough. You needed more to satiate your need for him, much more.

"Yes," you managed to mumble. Your voice sounded much more pathetic and desperate than you expected, but that didn't really matter. On the contrary, Stephen seemed to enjoy it. "I'm tired of hiding it, I need you Stephen... I need to feel your touch." You were practically begging him, asking him to have mercy on you and give you something to calm the flames burning inside you. But he just laughed. His warm breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. Your hands ran up his chest, determined to get for yourself what you needed as he refused to give it to you. If he wanted to torture you, it was only fair that you retaliated. Two could play that game.

But before you could go much further, Stephen pulled your hands away from his body, binding them behind your back with the same magical bond he had used to draw you to him. It was tight around your wrists, but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't move easily. He wanted control.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you so desperately want, don't worry about it, darling." He murmured against your lips, brushing them with every word he spoke. "But first I have to teach you a lesson... you see, you have to be more careful about what you wish for, because it can become real."

#ro's 600 followers celebration #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x female reader #stephen strange smut #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x female reader #stephen strange x reader smut

[imdoingsortagay]

Being Natasha’s Housewife <3

characters: Natasha Romanoff x Reader 

Warnings:  18+ content below the cut so no minors, Smut, free use, talk of toys, Natasha being the breadwinner, r being a cute housewife, pet names of all sorts, cock warming, oral ( Nat r ). 

a/n:was talking to @chelleztjs18 about this and needed to write something about it so here you all to 

Smut below the cut so if you are under 18 pls don’t read <3 

Enjoy besties 

You both ended up meeting one day when she went to your coffee shop during her break

She jokes that if you were with her you’d never have to work the rest of her life

“ If you were married to me I'd have you be my pretty little housewife” 

A couple of months later you're dating Natasha who you find out is rich asf

Works in a law firm while you still work minimum wage jobs but never makes you feel bad about it since she just doesn’t seem like the typical rich person.

Going over to her apartment full of food, her spoiling you when she can 

Because she knows you’d rather her not spend her money on you all the time 

But assures you that it’s fine 

“ Honey I have so much money it’s all good. Plus I wanna give you everything you deserve “ 

2 years into your relationship, she proposes to you, and of course, you say yes to her! 

The wedding is the biggest one you’ve seen and the same could be said about the honeymoon

After you get back from the honeymoon, Natasha says that she doesn’t mind you being a stay-at-home wife. 

“ I make a good salary for you to never work baby and plus it gives you time to focus on school too” 

Both of you talk it out and she’s happy that you’ve chosen to stay at home. 

Natasha absolutely loves it

You love it for some reason as well but something about your wife coming home in one of her suits while she gets to see you in one of your many cute dresses gave her an idea. 

You and Natasha propose being her own “ free use housewife” 

Making sure to talk out all the details of everything and you agree because you also think it’s a good idea. 

Starts off slow but ends up being the best idea ever.

Natasha coming home all horny to see you in one of your dresses as you cook dinner and coming behind you to use you. 

Greet you before she fucks you over the counter, with the strap she’s packing under her suit. 

Coming over to the office when she’s not too busy to give Natasha head under her desk

“ God look at you baby, being all good for Daddy and making her cum” 

Sometimes if she’s feeling a bit risky, she’ll have you cock warm her in her office 

Wearing dresses and skirts ( with no panties depending ) so your wife has free access anytime

Natasha making you wear a cute little heart plug so your’re always needy

She is obsessed with filling all your holes.

“ Love that you give me easy access to fuck this pussy of yours,” she’ll say as she fucks you over the wall.

You love to service Natasha whenever you both are just spending time together and she loves it as well

When both of you plan a lazy day, she’ll make a point of wearing baggy shorts so you can both fuck. 

She likes seeing you in her oversized sweaters or even shirts of hers. 

Nat has you edge over the day so that she can easily fuck you.

Sending pictures of yourself to Natasha during the day just to tease her

“ Miss you daddy <3” and it’s a picture of you on the floor fucking yourself on one of the many dildos you own

Natasha will also sometimes send you spicy texts or even some pictures of herself in the office/ work bathroom where she’s fingering herself in her office because you made her THAT needy

“ Baby, look at what you’ve done to daddy, making her fuck herself in the office”

Natasha loves to pack under her suits when she isn’t in meetings, so she can have you suck her strap or just be able to fuck you all over the house and i mean all over the house. 

in the kitchen while you cook dinner, in the spare room of course while you try to finish, a lot of the time she’ll fuck you in the shower and recently she’s loved fucking you in the pool. 

Anywhere with a surface is where she’ll fuck you

Natasha once joked about inviting one of her coworkers over to have some fun with you ( might be a blonde or something ) 

Years ago you would have not been the typical stay at home wife but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else <3

#lizs writing #Liz thoughts 💭 #natahsa romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff smut

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Could I request some mother!natasha x daughter!reader? Angst or fluff or hurt/comfort, whatever you want to write!

I hope you are doing well! Feel free to ignore this ask if you’d like :)

Hi mama

Two fics in one day?! Lol no I just put this on hold for too long. I'm so sorry nonnie. I hope you like it <33

And this might be my last fic in a while. I'm having a break from writing :>>

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"HELLO?!" Nat asked angrily. "I'm busy here," she said to whoever was on the other side of the phone.

She was currently shooting bullets everywhere. She was focused and precise and she did not need someone to talk to her right now.

"Hi mama" you tiredly greeted back. You rubbed your sleepy eyes and scratched your tummy. "I can't sleep." you innocently played with your PJs.

"When are you coming home?"

Natasha's eyes immediately softened. "I'll be home soon, love."

You whined on the other side of the phone. "You always say that and you always take fowwever"

Natasha chuckled at your antics. "I know, honey. I will be there I promise."

"No," you said with diction. "Home now."

"Ooo getting feisty are we" your mom smirked. "I will be there, honey. Fast enough to tuck you in"

"Nooo" you whined again. "You're gonna be home but I'm gonna be asleep by then."

"I tell you what if you accidentally sleep I will wake you up and tuck you in again like it never happened." your mom proposed.

"With cuddles?" you asked.

"Yes, honey. With cuddles" Nat chuckled while shooting at another Hydra agent. "Now why don't you lay on mamas bed and I'll be there in no time."

"Okay," you sighed. "I love you"

"I love you too."

---

Nat was home and you were right. You were sleeping peacefully on her bed, one hand on top of your cheeks and the other arm under the pillow.

"Hey, sweetie. Wake up" she shooked you gently.

You flutter your eyes open and tiredly smiled. "Mama" you mumbly exclaimed. "You're home"

"Yes, I am," she said. "Now what was our deal? Cause I can't quite remember" she feigns innocence.

"Cuddles, silly"

"Alright now scoot"

#black widow #natasha marvel #mcu #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romanoffs daughter #natasha romanoff #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #mama nat

[roosterforme]

Congrats on 4k my dear! Well deserved.

For the smutfest—I propose a toy in public with the quote “I can take it.” Can’t wait to see what you come up with 😜

This one was so fun for me to write! I combined it with this request which was similar, so double the fun!

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Don't Take the Bait

Losing a bet with your boyfriend never ended well for you. Next time he tried to bait you into making a wager in the first place, you weren't going to fall for it, because right now your pussy was filled with a bullet vibrator set on low. And you had to keep it there while you were at the Hard Deck for drinks.

"You okay, baby?" Bradley asked you, kissing your neck and chuckling. "You seem a little antsy."

"Fuck you," you muttered under your breath as your pussy fluttered around the vibrations. It felt so good, but you were definitely over stimulated after a half hour. "You're cruel."

He tipped your chin up so you were looking at him, eyes wide with need. "I'm being more than fair."

You just whimpered, and his smile widened. "I can take it," you told him softly, but you weren't so sure you could.

Bradley got you a drink and guided you on shaky legs to play darts with his friends. You tried to focus on Coyote as he played, but your eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel Bradley's fingers digging into your hip. Your drink sloshed out of the glass and dripped down your arm and your dress as you had an orgasm in the middle of the bar.

"Oh, oh, god," you whimpered before biting down on your tongue to keep quiet. Your body shook, and when you cracked your eyes open, Jake and Nat were both giving you a strange look. You looked up at Bradley and gasped. "It feels so good," you sobbed softly. 

"You're making me hard," Bradley growled. And a few minutes later, you had him outside next to the dumpster with his cock between your lips. 

"Mmm," you hummed before popping him out of your mouth. "You got me so horny, Bradley."

He groaned as you took his full length until he was hitting the back of your throat. When you gagged, his hands fisted in your hair, and he started fucking your mouth hard. 

"I love how filthy you are," he grunted as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him. Then suddenly, he withdrew himself and started jerking off. "Please?" 

"Yes," you agreed, opening your mouth and offering your tongue to him. 

"So fucking pretty." Then his cum was hitting your cheeks and lips, dripping down your throat until you were gaggin again. You felt the warm mess dripping down your chin as he wiped his tip along your tongue for you to clean him off.

"Bradley," you whispered, trying to lick up his cum before it dripped on your dress, but it was too late. You felt it on your neck, and he slid his fingers through it. 

"I'm taking you back inside like this. And we can turn that toy on again."

And you found that so sexy, you agreed with him, heading back inside with some remnants of his cum on your outfit and a vibrating pussy. 

#4k smutsational smutfest #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x you #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

The cost of the crown 1

Jake x reader (royalty au)

Summary: your kingdom needs aid and the only way to get it is to be wed to the future crown prince, Jake Seresin who rules with fear and will hang his enemies. Your people need help but can you heart take it?

Warnings: 18+ content ahead, eventual smut, mentions of pregnancy later on, depictions of Hanging and death. Other warnings to be added (love triangle too with Bradley because I like to make things complicated) Afab reader. Also arranged marriage

A/n: so this was based on this post by @lunamoonbby so this story will heavily revolve around that. I would also recommend @roosterscock take on this!

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @rafemcameron1 @itmejado @harper1666 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys

Jake had grown bored sitting on his throne. His chin rested on his hand as he waited patiently. For what exactly remained unsure, the moment an advisor walked in, a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What is it?” He asked, fixing his crown as his advisor, Bob, nervously fidgeted.

“They have agreed to our terms” Bob’s meek voice was as quiet as a mouse, and Jake just laughed.

“Did they now?” Jake rose from his throne, his footsteps nearing Bob. Jake watched as Bob’s Adams Apple bobbed from taking a gulp, “arrange a meeting” Jake's cape dragged across the ground.

“R-right away, sir!” Bob quickly scurried away, already starting to write a letter. Jake’s green eyes shimmered as the sunset. He’d have that meeting soon to settle the details.

Two days later

You had sipped your tea delicately. The garden was small, filled with roses. Natasha heard tiny footsteps approaching, quickly putting her tea down as she raised a sword and looked towards the bushes.

“Natasha, nobody would know we are out here except the other knights” You put the cup down and looked at her. She was always on edge now, especially with the threat of an invasion. Her eyes were transfixed as she saw slight rustling, her sword ready as she approached. You knew everyone was on edge, even the sudden proposal of a slight treaty between yours and Seresin’s kingdom.

“Show yourself!” She yelled, taking a swing. You flinched before a loud clink of swords.

“Jesus, Nat, warn a guy next time!” Bradley walked out as, blocking Nat’s sword. You let out a sigh of relief as both lowered their swords, “I’m not hangman or anything like that,” you gulped, feeling your throat tighten at that name.

“Bradley!” Nat hit him on the back of the neck, “you know-“

“It’s alright, Natasha” Your voice was slightly shaky as you took another sip, hoping the tea would calm your nerves. They both looked at you with worry, Bradley looking back, ensuring he wasn’t followed.

“You sure? I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have to make peace with that guy,” Bradley said, sitting across from you. Natasha went back to your side. You took a deep breath; you couldn’t keep it a secret from them.

“I said…yes” your leg bounced anxiously, and both eyes widened. Bradley gripped the hilt of his sword.

“Why would you do that?” Bradley asked. He noticed the sad look in your eyes. He knew why, but the last thing he wanted was for the kingdom to have anything involved with the hangman.

“Our kingdom needs the aid, and prince Seresin can provide us with that” you sounded way too much like your father, making Bradley roll his eyes. He hates hearing you take care of the kingdom before yourself.

“She’s right, Bradley; at least King Maverick allowed her some say in the decision,” Natasha said, almost scolding him. Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This would be different if it were some random loser, but this is hangman we are discussing here. We don’t know his motives,” Bradley rebutted as you sat in thought.

“For the crown prince to become king is for him to be wed,” you said as you stirred your tea, “and for Jake to have the most power available to him for our Kingdom to be safe.”

“But is that what you want?” Bradley asked, reaching out for your hand and squeezing it slightly. If you were being honest, no, you didn’t want that. What you wanted didn’t matter.

“I want all of you to be safe,” you whispered, retracting your hand from Bradley. He frowned as Natasha watched the sun.

“We should head back, the sun is going down, and I don’t want to risk it,” Natasha said as she walked over towards the horse and Carriage, “did you walk here?” Natasha asked Bradley, suddenly noting his horse was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah?” He looked at her, momentarily confused, before realizing he would have to walk back; Bradley had usually ridden with you in the carriage since he was a kid and a knight in training. It became a problem when he finally became a real knight as people began to spread rumors, none of which were true, but you had to tell him you couldn’t do that anymore. He doubled check to ensure room for two drivers yet quickly shot down.

“It’s alright, he can-“ You were cut off as sounds of horns were heard in the distance, you froze, and Natasha grabbed you like you weighed nothing. Bradley looked over the hill as several figures emerged. His hand hadn’t left his sword's hilt since he had sat down, finally drawing it.

“Bradley, get inside,” Natasha whispered while she threw you inside the carriage; Bradley gritted his teeth, “Bradley.”

“Go! I’ll distract them,” He said as he saw them charge down the hill. He walked towards the mass of knights at the top of the mountain, his armor rattling. His breath was steady, calming his nerves before gasping as Nat grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back to the carriage.

“Inside now!” She pushed him inside, and you made room for him as Nat closed the door. You were shaken up, and Bradley placed a hand on your knee.

“Eyes on me. Don’t look outside,” Bradley whispered; you frantically nodded and stared directly at him, pupils wide. You felt the carriage jolt, and the horse whinnied. The horses' hoofs rang throughout the valley as they ran down the hill. You nearly glanced out the window, yet Bradley gently cupped your face, “eyes on me,” he reminded as you gulped. You could hear Natasha curing under her breath quite loudly. You took several deep breaths before it all hit you at once.

“The tea set!” You gasped and tried to look back, but Bradley still wouldn’t let you. He saw your breathing getting uneven and pupils going even more expansive, “we have to go back to the tea set -“

“We have to get you back to the kingdom,” he whispered. Your eyes began to well with tears; Bradley gently wiped them away, “I’m sure your dad will-“

“That was my father’s set….” You whispered, voice shaky as you tried to get a sob from bubbling out of your throat. Bradley went pale, looking back as he saw the small table you had set up getting further from view. He kept looking back at you and the small garden. His chest tightened before looking at you.

“You are my number one priority right now. Going back would be too dangerous” You glared at him and balled your hands into fists. You wanted to tell him to go and get it, yet the words wouldn’t come out. He saw the tears stream down your warm cheeks “order me to go back for it.”

“I can’t,” You said immediately, and he shook his head. You never ordered him or Nat. They always took the initiative as it was a part of their training. However, you had to get used to ordering them, even over something minor.

“If you want me to get it, you have to order me to do it” Bradley’s voice was soft, yet you shook your head. He firmly squeezed your knee, “tell me to “

“I’m not letting you die like your dad!” You shouted at him, tears coming from your eyes like it was never-ending. Time froze, and Bradley soon kept his mouth shut. You covered your mouth out of shock as he said back, bringing his hands back to his sides, you wanted to say sorry, but nothing came out. Luckily the sound of the gates opening quite frantically assured you it was safe. The sounds of the guards were heard as the gates shut. You caught your breath as the carriage opened. You expected your father to be the one to do it; you felt your knees give out as you landed in front of an unfamiliar pair of boots and a cape. You slowly looked up. Your eyes widened, seeing who it was.

“I'm glad you're safe, Princess.”

“Prince Jake! I wasn't expecting you so soon” Jake offered his hand and gently helped you. Your heart pounded as Jake smiled, Bradley soon left the carriage as well, and Jake’s sword quickly drew as it was pointed at Bradley. You froze as make pulled you closer to him.

“I wanted to finalize the details with you as soon as possible. Now, who is this?” Jake asked as his knights soon brought Bradley down to his knees with much force. Jake delicately tipped Bradley’s chin with his sword, “someone I need to hang, perhaps?”

“N-No! He's my knight!” you quickly got in front of Jake, “he umm, I ordered him to protect from inside the carriage as we had to suddenly leave in such a hurry that he couldn't calm his horse!” Natasha glanced between you and Bradley, and soon people gathered around.

“So he won't cause us any trouble?” Jake moved his sword, his green eyes bearing into you.

“No, I will assure you he won't,” you promised and looked back to Bradley. He was glaring and about to say something, yet you gestured for him to keep quiet. Jake lowered his sword, putting it back in his sheath as tensions were lowered. You took a deep breath, looking around as the townspeople were whispering. You thought you were in the clear until you saw a stone thrown at Jake’s shoulder. You let out a squeak before backing away. Jake’s eyes lowered as he turned to face who did it. An old shopkeeper huffed as he crossed his arms.

“We don't want you here,” The old shopkeeper kissed out. Bradley stood to his feet as he stared. Jake’s eyes lowered.

“Princess, you have a gallows here, correct?” Jake asked coldly, his knights already walking towards the older man. Bradley tried to walk past you, but you stopped him.

“We do; we do not use them unless a person is found guilty of a crime,” You said, walking next to him, “this man has not committed any crime, but I will promise to have him punished for such rudeness.”

“So you do not have attacking royalty as a crime?” he asked, his knights already surrounding the man. His eyes were suddenly filled with fear, looking at you pleadingly.

“We do, but that is only for extreme circumstances!” you glanced at the man as he was grabbed and dragged over to Jake and you.

“What kind of circumstances?”

“Like assassination or assault,” you said as Jake glared down at the old man, who was now on his hands and knees.

“But assassination and assault are classified as two separate crimes, am I correct?” Bradley strolled over to where you and Jake were, “I thought you said your knight wouldn't be a problem?” Natasha pulled Bradley back. You couldn't look at the older man as he tried to plead.

“I'm sorry, your highness! I won't do it again; please spare me!” The older man pleaded, even kissing Jake’s boot and your delicate heel.

“That's what they say, yet I know what you bastards do in the shadows” Jake slapped the old man making you gasp, “I know what you plot!”

“That is enough!” you shouted and grabbed make by the arm, “this is my kingdom! And my father must have told you this behavior wouldn't be allowed!” Jake scoffed before getting out of your grip.

“He told me only to use my methods unless necessary, and this is necessary to set an example” Jake turned to the crowd and began to hike to the gallows, his knights not far behind him as he dragged the old man through the dirt right past you.

“That son of a” Bradley growled, yet you stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest, your aching.

“I order you and Natasha not to interrupt,” You whispered. They both looked at you and then back at each other.

“But-”

“No matter how much panic there is amongst the people, you are not to engage” you walked towards make, leaving Bradley and Natasha to watch. The townspeople stood back out of fear; the older man tried to escape yet was quickly caught again. The rope was quickly wrapped around his neck, pleading for mercy.

“Let this be a warning. It those who step out of line, this will be the punishment,” Jake shouted at the rest of the townspeople as they gathered. The older man watched as several people tried to come forward, yet Jake’s knights stopped all of them. He walked towards the lever, the older man crying before the floor dropped beneath him.

***

You were silent at dinner. Jake sat and glanced at you. You felt ill after what you had just watched. Your father cleared his throat.

“We should start making the wedding arrangements soon, and he said with a smile as you weakly looked at him.

“Yes, of course,” you put down your fork, “when would you like to be married, Jake?” Jake sat back in his chair, looking directly at you.

“Well, the people will try and stage something if today wasn't an indicator,” Jake said, taking a small but from his roasted beef. You just angrily stabbed your fork into yours.

“They will only be more fearful of you after today,” You hissed as you hit the table. Jake didn't move an inch, “now, because of your actions, I have to reassure them!” Jake did nothing, and he did not move.

“That’s enough! If this is to work, you both need to compromise,” Your father scolded you, causing you to stab your knife into the table.

“I'm, going to my room!” you stormed off and slammed the don't, leaving just your father and Jake, “we can discuss this tomorrow!”

You screamed into your pillow, and you hated this arrangement. You hated Jake, you hated-

“Pssst, it’s me!” Bradley said as he crawled through your window. You nearly shrieked at him, yet he held a hand over your mouth, “you want them to hear?”

“No, but you have to stop scaling the castle,” you whispered, touching Bradley’s cheek. The rumors people spread weren’t necessarily true, but some weren’t untrue. His lips softly kissed your skin as he tried to undress you, “Bradley! We can’t do this” you gently grabbed his hands.

“But I love you” he kissed your forehead, hand landing on your waist. He straddled you, his hands going towards your breasts, “am I going to have to do it with your dress on again?”

“You're not mad at me?”

“You were angry and a lot of pressure has been out on you,” he said getting frustrated as he tried to not tear the strings, “so am I going to do this myself?”

“No, just let me get out of it first” You giggled and pushed him off you. He sat on the bed and watched as you slowly began to take off your dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, easy to take off since it was just for leisure, “a little help?” you said, turning around and pointing to the strings keeping your dress clinging to your body. Bradley’s eyes didn’t leave as your dress fell from your body gracefully. He had gotten used to how your dresses worked for the most part. He guided your body to him, and you could feel his trousers tenting. He kissed your neck feverishly, hands caressing your skin. You enjoyed this, and you loved your time with Bradley. It was, however, controversial if people had found out you and one of your knights were doing this….if Jake had found out.

“Bradley,” You said breathlessly, your hand caressing the scars on his face; he was about to kiss your lips, but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong? You usually love when I kiss you” he frowned as you got off of him.

“We can’t do this, not when-“

“Not while the hangman is here?” He sat up, looking at your vanity; you sat on the stool and sighed.

“Yes, not while my future husband is here,” you mumbled, taking your elegant necklace off. It felt weird to say, foreign.

“You’re going to do it then?” Bradley whispered, that familiar ache in your heart returning.

“I don’t have a choice, Bradley….we need aid” you took your earrings off next, staring at your reflection. Your crown resting on your head like it weighed nothing, but it cost everything, “besides I’m sure plenty of people would love their fill of-“

“But I only want you,” his voice was soft and tender; you turned to look at him, his eyes sadly looking into yours, “only you.”

“Bradley….you can’t have me. My duties lie with-“

“To hell with duties! You should be able to have a life!” Bradley was almost too loud, and now you were too aware of Jake’s presence in the castle. He stood with anger and spite, “we can run away far from here, nobody will find us and-“

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Bradley” You looked at him and then at your hands; this next part wasn’t going to be easy to tell, “I…when Jake and I get married, I…I will” you were about to cry, and all the anger in Bradley’s disappeared, his only thought was to worry about you.

“When Jake and I are wed, this will no longer be my kingdom,” you said, still trying not to cry. Bradley was confused for some time, yet you saw the realization.

“You mean, you’re going away?” He asked softly. Your lip quivered, but you managed to nod. Bradley hadn’t seen you leave the kingdom since you were young, you had to be taken to somewhere outside the kingdom, but this wouldn’t be six months…this could mean eternity.

“But the king doesn’t have any more children! Our kingdom will die!” Your eyes sadly looked into his.

“My father…has always been orthodox with his methods, and you’ve been around me my whole life,” your father said, not saying anything to Bradley until after the wedding.

“You can’t be serious, and I’m not-“

“He trusts you, and at this point, many people view you as a possible successor” You glanced at the door, ensuring it was locked.

“But I wasn’t born into this family. They will-“

“I wasn’t either, I have no blood relation to my father, and the people view me as their princess” you gently took his hands and held them.

“You’ve been trained your whole life to be a princess, to be queen! I’m supposed to be a night I-“ you squeezed his hands and sadly smiled at him.

“Can you do one last favor for me, Bradley?” You asked as a breeze blew through your window, the night cold. He nodded with a gulp, “promise me when I married to Jake and leave…that you will take the crown.”

***

The ceremony came quicker than you thought, you’d expected a month, but Jake insisted on having it only a week after his arrival; there was no time to do it in Jake’s kingdom, so all had to be done in yours, or what would no longer be yours. You fiddled with the dress given to you, and it had been an heirloom of Jake’s family. The bastard brought it with him; your eyes were on the ground, tiny raindrops already hitting it. You were told that it rained on your wedding day. It was good luck. None of this felt excellent or lucky; you saw as the townspeople cleared the way making a path for you to walk. They were not happy; they were mourning. They would never have you as a future queen; you were Hangman’s now. You thought of the tea set you had lost; your fathers set well, in a way, he was your other father. Mav’s knight, Tom, or as you both called him, Ice, was close to your family. He had taught you while your father was off attending to duties.

“Of course, the impure would get married to a monster” someone whispered, making you stop. You hadn’t been called that in a very long time, “good riddance, she must have been born from a whore our king took pity on” that was always the theory, despite the fact your father had found you from a nearby village that was raided and burnt to a crisp. Your father had seen you wailing, hidden in a safe space, so the story goes.

“You dare say such things about our future king's wife?” One of Jake’s knights escorting you to the castle has said, raising his sword.

“Ignore them,” you told him. The knight stopped for a moment but looked at you. His helm had hidden his face, but he was confused.

“But my princess! This heathen has spoken treacherous lies!”

“And I order you to ignore them! If I am to be your future queen, you will listen to me!” You hissed with a glare that made him tremble; the knight stood with a sword in hand until another one of Jake’s knights placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to what he says” that was all it took for the other knight to put his sword away and continue to escort you. Natasha was in the crowd, making sure none stepped out of line. She didn’t say a word, only glanced at the ground. The walk was painful almost as you finally made it to the castle doors; Bradley stood outside, and he looked at you. You paid him no attention as the doors were opened to you. Jake stood at the alter, his meer aura making you afraid. Your father stood by him as you gracefully walked up to the both of them, a veil covering your face. You didn't pay attention to the priest that Jake chose to officiate, your mind was swirling until you realized you had said all of your I do’s.

“You may now kiss the bride” Your kind cane reeling back at those words, the sudden weight crushed you. Jake’s green eyes met yours as he lifted your veil. Leaning close to you, everything was happening too fast. The safety of your kingdom mattered more, you knew that. The end of what you once knew ended as his lips pressed to yours.

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[crushedsweets]

Hello! I hope you are well!

Do you think it’s possible for you to go into Jeff and Nina’s relationship please? Like are they together or is like Jeff taking advantage of Nina liking him so much?

Sorry if you’ve already done this! I love your writing, you’re so talented 🕸️ x

its actually crazy to me that i havent actually written a thing about jeff and nina oh my god. thank you by the way you are so sweet. of course tw for manipulation, abuse, etc

OK BACKSTORY

nina is a year or two younger than jeff, and was only around 12-13 when she found out about jeffs murders and rampages. since she was like 7, she was always obsessed with horror movies, gore, eventually true crime and stuff . . just awful things that kids shouldnt have access to but thats what the internet does

she started behaving incredibly weird after her obsession with jeff began (though she was always odd). just really creepy true crime fan behavior in school, acted completely rebelious and eventually cut a shallow smile into her cheeks. her parents were livid and sent her to her to live with her grandparents in Mississippi.

eventually she realized jeffs brother moved to alabama, a state away. she was 18, at the lowest point in her life, and there was now speculation that jeff died after his most recent murder in the arkensaw household in tuscaloosa, alabama.

SO SHE MOVED. stole a ton of money and jewlery and stuff from her grandparents, barely managed to secure a dingy apartment in tuscaloosa, and she went On The Hunt.

she's constantly spamming fangirl rhetoric on creepy forums and catches jeffs eye. dunno exactly how, but he ends up meeting up with her, where he realizes she was just. perfect ? like, he found her annoying from the getgo and knew she was a weirdo, but he knew how easy she'd perfect to manipulate, how much shit he could get from her, and she immediately was like 'COME HOME WITH ME ILL MAKE U DINNER' . so he does. theyre about 19-20 here.

okACTUAL RELATIONSHIP

they never actually date in the traditional sense. neither of them asked the other out, jeff doesnt even touch her if he doesn't have to. he does not love her. but nina truly, fully, completely believes they're together. she swaps between calling him her boyfriend and fiance. she tells all her coworkers about how 'oh my boyfriend finally proposed! im engaged guys!' and 'ohh we're thinking about kids..!! he said he wants a girl:)' and all of that. which its all lies, she just lies and lies and lies all the damn time about how great jeff treats her and how in love they are. she does it to all the other creeps too for a period of time, telling toby and nat about how kind jeff is to her and they know shes lying.

jeffs not really mean to her most of the time. she'll make him food, do his laundry, she's lied to the police for him, she's probably been an accessory to murder ... definitely actually since she's cleaning and bleaching his bloody clothes... so he's Nice (?)

by nice i mean like. he'll let her sit and rest her head on his shoulder, let her hold his hand, let her say she loves him. he'll joke with her sometimes, play video games with her, bring her on walks or whatever. wore a bracelet she made for him once. (emphasis on once). he tells her she's pretty if she asks

but again, he's using her - just for a place to stay, some extra money, and he'll even send her on runs to go get weed or something from dealers that give discounts to pretty girls. he won't hug her, won't buy her things, won't help clean up, etc.

NONE OF THIS IS SHIPPING OR ROMANTIC LIKE ITS ALL REALLY SAD AND HORRIBLE. most of the creeps are inherently violent, half are murderers, almost none have any emotional regulation . . theyre just very . yeah.

which is why eventually, he kinda like, loses his shit - he starts screaming about how she's a dumbass who threw her life away for him, how he doesnt give a shit about her, he's shoving chairs around, knocking things off tables. eventually he stabs her, once in the side of her stomach, and leaves.

nina knows jane from the other creeps and calls her as she's frantically trying to fix her own wound, and jane swiftly gets her. jane doesnt like her but jane has morals and knows jeffs mistreating nina - but ninas losing her shit when jane mentions a hospital and refuses to go to the ER, so she ends up in jack's cabin getting stitched up.

theyre all kinda shocked that jeff didnt just kill her. its real weird for him to stab her once and leave, but jeff knew how far ninas devotion went and completely expected her to grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, and now he can continue using her just like before . but nina twisted it in her head and convinced herself 'oh its because he loves me! he didnt kill me because he loves me! BUT HE'S MAD AT ME AND I CAN'T FIND HIM AND WHAT IF HE'S WITH SOME OTHER GIRL I NEED TO FIX THIS' but literally nobody wants to help her 'get back' with him because like ...... why would they ?????

so she gets onto whitepages, finds liu, and ends up on his doorstep.

that's where my drawing of her crying on lius kitchen floor comes from

ive kinda hit a point in the story where like... this part is the 'current' plot ??? like this is where we are at in this very moment . so i have nothing concrete for the future...

but overall she does get over him, thats probably where ill put more emphasis on her friendship with nat/toby and her eventual little sister type relationship with liu... i just need to figure out how to do that without it coming off as like 'and she went to therapy and everything was fine !^_^'

i want jeff ... to be... vbery miserab;e....... basically.

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[brooooswriting]

hii :) can you write a nat and reader one like angst with happy fluff ending where reader thinks nat is cheating on her because shes a little distant and hiding her phone and stuff so reader thinks something bad but nat is just planning something for reader like a surprise of some sort like her birthday or planning to propose or something. fluffy happy ending please :( love your writing

Cheater

You and Nat have been dating for over two years now and to say that things were great was an understatement. Half a year ago you’ve moved into an apartment together and got a cute black cat called Liho. Nat was still working with the avengers while you worked for shield. It seemed like everything was falling into place.

That was until Nat started to sleep at the compound leaving you alone for the night and most of the next day. She barely texted you anymore or called and when she was home she wouldn’t cuddle with you or anything else actually. And to make it worse, she hid her phone and changed her password.

At the beginning of your relationship it was similar to this. The redhead was scared of relationships and getting hurt and even though she loved you she was scared that she couldn’t trust you. But you put so much work into your relationship that she warmed up.

“Hey Natty, you aren’t answering your phone… again… well I just wanted to ask if you come home tonight? I thought I could cook your favourite and we could spend some quality time together. Just let me know, I miss you.” You hung up the phone before getting back to work to keep your mind off of your girlfriend.

An hour later you got a text saying “sorry I am on mission, will be back tomorrow night. Ly” You sighed before deciding to visit the compound. Nat might not want your cooking but the rest of the team was never one to say no. So you got your stuff before making your way over.

When you arrived you had Friday call the team in the kitchen so they could decide what they want to eat.

“Y/n what are you doing here?! It’s so great to see you” Steve said as he made his way over to hug you before stepping to the side for Tony. “Hello Y/n/n, why are you here? Lover girl already left with a really stunning dress in her hand.” He said as he hugged you followed by Bucky. “Yeah, I don’t think you guys are meeting here.” The man added as he let you go.

“She has a mission right? That’s the reason she left…” you told the others trying to sound confident in yourself and your girl but everything started to blur. Why would she lie to you?

“No she doesn’t. She and Wanda left like 20 minutes ago.” Steve explained and looked at your pale face.

Realization started to set in. It all made sense now, she stayed her sleeping with other people and going out instead of coming home. She wouldn’t let you see her phone so you wouldn’t see the messages.

“I’m sorry guys… I just…” you broke down in sobs before you could finish your sentence, causing Pepper, who just joined you, to hug you. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Come on, let’s go to my room.” She soothingly whispered in your ear before leading you to her room.

“I think she’s cheating on me” you whispered as you were seated on the bed with your knees pulled to your chest. “Romanoff? Why do you think that?” She asked as she settled next to you trying to give you comfort. “She barely shows up anymore, she doesn’t touch me, she hides her phone and apparently she’s lying to me about missions while she’s actually having a date with Wanda.” You explained through your tears. And actually Pepper was just as shocked as you were, she always thought Natasha was deeply in love with you, but now that she thought about it the spy was acting weird lately.

“You should talk to her and ask her. I know it’s scary but this isn’t much better” she suggested making you nod. You spent another 2 and a half hours with Pepper before deciding to go home to feed Liho.

So you left in one of Tony’s hoodies with tears streaming down your face and tiredness taking over your body. You opened the door to see your girlfriend in front of her car with Wanda closely next to her. You thought about the options you had, you could go there and scream at her or you could watch what happens. You decided to wait hoping that you misinterpreted the whole thing.

But what you saw next did the opposite thing. The redhead got a small box from her jacket and gave it to the witch making your heart ache. They seemed so happy, so happy that you couldn’t bring yourself to go there. You loved her and wanted her happy so if this was the only option you’d let her go.

Quickly making your way over to your car you sped off to your apartment to pack your things.

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3rd point of view

Natasha saw a car drive past them that seemed way to familiar so she turned around before she realized. It was your car.

“Fuck! I gotta go Wands” she said climbing into her car confusing the witch. “What’s wrong? Where do you wanna go?” She asked completely blind to the situation. Nat answered a quick Y/n saw us and started to panic. “It’s going to be alright. Just go there and explain it to her! You’ll be fine!” Wanda said and closed the smaller woman’s door.

As she arrived at their apartment her heart started to beat much faster and blood rushed to her cheeks. This really was going to make or break everything.

“Babe? Where are you?” She called out as she opened the door to the shared apartment. “I’m here Natasha” the taller girl answered. This was the moment she knew she fucked up. “Don’t call me Natasha. You never call me Natasha, it’s babe or sweetheart or anything, but not Natasha.” She walked closer to the y/h/c who tried to keep herself together. Only now she could see her red eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks causing her to reach out.

But Y/n took a step back. “Why would you do that?! I loved you so much and you go and sleep with her! A friend of mine? Why wasn’t I enough??” The broken voice broke the Russians heart, she knew what you were thinking and you had every right to.

“My love, it was not what it looked like I promise.” Y/n was now anxiously walking around. “Oh really? And what about you barely being here anymore? And hiding your phone? And lying to me?” Her sadness slowly turned into madness. Romanoff didn’t have any right to cheat on her. She’s always been a good girlfriend, she came to all the events, the cooked for her, she was there for her and never pushed her to do anything.

While the taller girl walked around rambling about how unfair all of this was Nat decided on the only way to end this.

So when Y/n turned around she saw her girlfriend on one knee in front of her holding a beautiful ring with red details in her hand.

“I’m sorry I neglected you these last few weeks but I was planning to do this really big and cool proposal but I got scared. One day I was so sure that I want to marry you that I started to panic so I thought maybe I just need some distance and when I told Wanda she convinced me that this is a good thing and helped me plan it. I was so unsure that I didn’t even think about what you must think.” She started her Monolog.

“But I want you to know that I love you with my whole heart and that being with you made me a better person. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I get to be with you and I still can’t believe it. You opened my eyes to so many things and always treated me as way more than I was actually worth! I couldn’t have done so many things without you and I can’t wait to see what more comes. I love you with all my heart. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n do you wanna marry me?”

She couldn’t move, she was so shocked that her brain stopped working. Only the tears flowing down her cheeks for the second time this day.

After some seconds in silence Natasha thought she had her answer and was about to stand up when she was tackled into the floor. Y/n laying on top of her with her head in the crock of her neck whispering a quick yes before placing kisses on her neck.

They were still lying on the floor when to taller girl started to apologize. “I’m sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” She whispered before pressing a kiss to her fiancées lips. “You had every right to think that and I’m sorry for hurting you because I was to insecure.” The redhead pulled her closer and connected their hands pulling out her phone.

She quickly snapped a picture of the two of them laying on the floor with Y/n hand in hers, the ring on display. She send it to the rest of her team with a short text saying ‘guys, meet my fiancée❤️’.

They spend the rest of the night laying on the ground cuddling and kissing as Y/n demanded all the affection she didn’t get for the last couple of weeks.

So to say that there relationship was great was an understatement and both of them hoped that saying that their marriage was great would also be an understatement.

I hope this is what you wanted… if not just tell me and I’ll try again. Thank you <3 I hope you guys enjoy

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[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I loved Omnia Vincit Amor!!

This is just an idea, but maybe a part two or Drabble of ‘Omnia Vincit Amor’ where it’s like 7 years later and Nat and Wanda got married and had a kid that they named after reader and Natasha stumbles across a picture of her and R from before WandaNat started dating and breaks down and Wanda is scared because she can’t comfort Nat?

Summary: Natasha and Wanda try to move on now that you're gone.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha (& platonic relationship with Y/N)

Word count: 2486

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, a child.

A/N: I loved the idea so much, I had to write the part 2 as quickly as I could (does that include while at work? possibly.) so thank you! I changed it a little bit, so it's more of the build up until the 7 years later, but I hope it's still okay! Also I just generally love getting asks about all things, so thank you for that too!! Part 1: omnia vincit amor

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First comes love.

Love came in many forms, at unexpected times. In the Red Room, Natasha had resigned herself to never experiencing it. When you came out to her, you had told her it was an experience you would never get to have. Both of you had been wrong.

Wanda might have been Natasha’s ‘first love’, but you had been the first to show her love, and she had loved you back just as much. The love was of a different form to what the two of you had discussed, but in Natasha’s eyes, it was just as equal.

But she’d let you die.

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Then comes marriage.

The road to marriage was the longest step for Natasha. She had been ready, and you’d pushed her towards it for so long, but she’d delayed it with her worries. You’d been the first person to see Natasha and Wanda would work well together, despite claiming romance wasn’t your area and diverting from that with jokes. But all Natasha wanted now was to hear your stupid aromantic, a romantic joke again.

Even when she had been too nervous to ask Wanda out, you had been encouraging, even getting closer to Wanda to confirm she felt the same about Natasha. You’d been their matchmaker, their cheerleader through the relationship, and so Natasha had no second thoughts when she came to you with her plan to propose. 

You’d kept Wanda entertained and distracted when Natasha had needed time to search for rings or plan the event. You’d sat with her as she stressed, reminded her that Wanda would love it regardless, and were even going to be part of the day, setting up the scene for Natasha and Wanda to stumble into and hiding nearby to record. 

It was planned to be in the mini-break each Avenger got after each mission since, of course, all three of you would have it at the same time. But you didn’t make it back.

The ring had been hidden in your room to stop Wanda from finding it. Natasha didn’t even have it in her to enter your room afterwards, much less propose without you by her side.

Another year passed before she found it in her to ask the question. Wanda said yes, of course; she cried tears of joy, but Natasha’s tears were of another form. 

The year leading up to the wedding was eventful; it was full of planning, missions, events. Anything Natasha could take to ignore the hole in it all. She overworked herself, drove herself to the brink of exhaustion, and it was worrying Wanda. The witch mourned for you still; she cried on the big moments you were missing, but her grief had subsided enough to continue living; she worried Natasha’s hadn’t. 

“I asked Pietro to give the speech for my side of the wedding today,” Wanda spoke softly, approaching her fiancee as one would a wounded animal. Natasha lay atop their bed, fully clothed, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, but otherwise, she lay motionless. She stared at the ceiling, not even acknowledging Wanda’s presence until the woman gently set a hand on her arm. The assassin flinched.

“Natasha? Are you ready for this?”

“Mhmm, of course I am.” She defended quickly, “I proposed, didn’t I?”

“You were in a better place then. I know it’s made you think of Y/N more. You’ve been growing more absent– physically and mentally– crying more, being more reckless on missions. You’re not okay, my love.”

At that, Natasha’s eyes finally snapped to Wanda’s, tears brimming within them. “I’m trying. I really am. I want the perfect wedding to you; I want to be able to confirm our love. But they were meant to be here!” The tears flowed steadily now, sobs wracking through Natasha’s body as she curled tighter. “How is it meant to be perfect when they can’t be here?”

Wanda wanted more than anything to comfort Natasha, to solve their issue with a snap of her fingers. But she couldn’t, and so she would have to take it the long way, starting with finding the correct words to say. She sat beside her partner first, pulling her in so that Natasha would have a better position to cry on and giving Wanda access to stroke circles slowly on Natasha’s back, physically relaxing her as best she could. 

“Grief isn’t linear,” Wanda began. “You had better days, you made plans, pretty big plans-” That got a weak scoff. “-but at the end of the day, they’re still just plans. Things change, and if this is getting too hard to keep having reminders of Y/N, we can take a step back. Grief is tiring, but there’s no time limit. You rest as long as you need; then you take the step forward.”

“And if I go backwards and forwards, and backwards and forwards. What then? You’d stick with me then?”

“Well, then it’s like a dance. And I’ll always stick with you for a dance.”

It was hard to see Natasha like she was, bitter and self-deprecating. Wanda tried her best to heal the grieving side, but she knew there was another part, the part which felt guilt for choosing Wanda.

“I want to do it still. Take the step forward.” Natasha spoke, breaking the thoughtful silence that had lain for several minutes. “Step forward with you.”

Wanda looked down, letting a small smile grace her features as she assessed Natasha. “Then that’s what we can do… Speak to them though. I think it could help.”

—

Natasha put that off too. It was the eve of her own wedding before she decided to visit. 

“I know you would be so excited tonight,” she chuckled. “Probably would have convinced me to sleep in your room, my dress on display, your outfit probably hanging right next to it. I guess you’ll be glad to know Wanda is in her own room tonight; we won’t see each other again until the wedding, following the rules and all that. You always were a stickler for the rules. 

Clint is acting as best man for me, even if he could probably double up as father of the bride for both Wanda and me. Don’t tell him I said that.” Natasha let a small laugh loose. With it, she let her torso drop closer until her head rested on your gravestone. “You know I would have asked you; you would have said yes. Though I’m not convinced you’d make such a great speech from where you are right now.”

“I miss you. That doesn’t change no matter how many days pass. I miss you more than I ever thought possible, and I’m sorry I let you fall. I didn’t make the right choice… I didn’t make the wrong choice either; it took me a long time to realise that. I’m still sorry I let you fall; I wish on everything that the day had gone differently. Maybe we didn’t take the mission, or we fought better, or I knew how to catch you both. I’m sorry.”

“I think I’m just saying things now,” Natasha huffed; her tears shone in the moonlight, lighting the slight smile she hid on her face. “We picked a really peaceful spot for you, I almost don’t want to go, but I have to. I’m getting married tomorrow. You remember all the times we’d sit outside and I’d bore you with romance talk? You’d be so fed up of it by now, wouldn’t you?”

“Okay, I need to go now.” Natasha stood up, brushing the dirt off of herself as she did. But before she left, the redhead turned back, whispering at the stone, “I really didn’t think I’d survive losing you. I don’t think I would have without Wanda. So just know you chose well, finding a partner for me. I don’t know what other choices you had, but if I’d chosen differently and lost Wanda, I know you would have got me through too. Thank you for being my best friend.”

—————————————————

Then comes the baby in the baby carriage.

Only a couple of years after the marriage, and Wanda had given birth to their child. The name had been decided before Wanda was even pregnant: Y/N. It always would have been Y/N.

The couple took time off from missions to look after their kid, but it was only when they had a three-year-old, that they finally decided to retire for good. Move on to the next stage of their lives, and that included moving out of the compound. 

“Say bye-bye to the compound, sweetie,” Wanda prompted; it was safe, and it would keep the three-year-old entertained long enough for Wanda and Natasha to pack their rooms. Wanda had been packing her old room, while Natasha looked after theirs, but after letting Y/N go, she stopped in to check on her wife. 

“Oh, love…” was the instant reaction. Much of the room was in boxes, but Natasha sat hunched on the floor, a small wooden frame on her lap. She tilted her head up to Wanda with a weak smile, though tears tracked down her face.

Wanda gave a small nod towards the item Natasha held. “What’s the photo?” 

The spy tried to speak, but her voice came out no louder than a whisper, “Y/N and I. We used to spend so much time in our rooms, just watching films, and playing games. They just helped me take a break when we first joined the Avengers. I’d forgotten we took photos too.”

Wanda sat beside her, trying her best to comfort Natasha and wiping the tear’s from her wife’s face. Natasha kept turning back to the picture though, and with every glance, the tears were renewed. “How about you take a break from this?” Wanda suggested, “go see how our mini Y/N is doing? I can keep packing.”

Natasha did as her wife asked, wandering the hallways in an attempt to track her own offspring. There were no signs, until she noticed one door slightly ajar. A door which should definitely not be open; the one that led to your room.

“Y/N!” Natasha ran in, ready to drag her child out. Your room was a preservation of how it was when it died, untouched, save for the occasional dusting. Natasha couldn’t bear to change it, and she didn’t want her child messing it up either. 

The sudden panic dissipated the second Natasha entered. Instead, it was replaced by memories of times long gone; preparing for parties, gossiping, venting, crying. Your room had been a sanctuary available to Natasha at all times. Her formative years as an Avenger had been spent with you, in that room in the compound and at the near identical looking one you had at the Tower. The location of the room didn’t matter, it was special because it had you in it.

Seven years had passed since she’d been in there last. Seven years since you had been in there. But it still brought comfort.

Natasha relaxed; she took in the room as if nothing had changed, and then she turned her attention to her child. Mini Y/N was currently under your old bed, and Natasha smiled slightly as she snuck up to pull them out, laughing at the squeal that sounded. 

“Aghhh, I’ve got you my love” the former assassin teased, holding Y/N up as they squirmed to escape, filling the room with the laughter it had been devoid of for seven years.

“Want book” the child whined, though giggling at Natasha’s movements.

“Which book?”

“Y/N.” Natasha set her child down slowly, looking under the bed to where they were pointing. A small but swollen book lay underneath, the name Y/N written on the side, in what was unmistakably your handwriting. Natasha would have left it alone, had ‘Wanda’ and ‘Natasha’ not also been written beside it. 

She slid it out with care, hands trembling with such a precious object. Y/N watched quietly as Natasha opened to the first page. A selfie you had taken dominated half the page; half your face and a peace sign were front and centre, but it was clear the focus was on the background. It was her and Wanda, outside the younger woman’s room, mid-kiss.

‘I think she said yes.’ read the caption, a small note in the corner attributing the photo to the day Natasha first asked Wanda out, and the date of their first kiss. A small moment you had captured and documented, more likely for their benefit than yours.

“Y/N,” her child repeated.

“Yeah, that’s your name, baby. This is the person you were named after.” With a melancholic smile, Natasha indicated for Y/N to sit on her lap, showing them the book and flicking through the pages. It became clear that you’d dedicated a page to each of the ‘friend dates’ she and Wanda had taken you to. A picture on each one, sometimes the three of you posing, sometimes you making a face at a candid scene of her and Wanda doing something too date-like. A caption and a date accompanied each page. 

It was a physical record of friendship, one that Natasha sorely missed, but you’d also caught all the important scenes of her and Wanda’s dating, providing a timeline and history without either of them even knowing you were doing it.

Once again, tears streaked like art along Natasha’s skin. But, for the first time, she was glad for it. They came from missing you, of course, but these weren’t just from sadness, but from something sweet, reliving her happy moments with you; you had caused her happiness one more time, even seven years in the grave. 

Besides, if you had shown her that in person, you would be expecting her to cry, probably waiting to record how you made ‘the emotionless Black Widow’ cry.

If only you knew how much she’d cried for you.

She wouldn’t stop them. No, this time she let them fall freely, sifting through the pages and explaining their significance to mini Y/N. The three-year-old wouldn’t understand, but the words kept them occupied and stating it out loud reminded Natasha how real the memories were.

Wanda walked in, leaning against the doorframe as Natasha reached the last page. You’d given it a title, a pencilled-in date, but nobody would have known that you wouldn’t be there to take the photo.

“We should add a photo to this page; what do you think, Y/N?” Natasha rambled, looking up to smile at Wanda.

“We’ve got a bit more to add than that,” her wife smiled, coming in to scoop up Y/N.

Natasha nodded. She had her two loves, and a gift from her third. They still got her happy ending; she only wished you could be there to join it.

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[gingiesworld]

Hey buddy, sorry for bothering you so much with these ideas i have in my mind hahaha it's a long one, maybe you could write a fic or doing a few parts

I was thinking about Wanda x GN reader

Wanda and Vision were together for a few years and they were si happy together until one day Vis was acting very possessive about Wanda, she didn't like that and they started to argued for everything so Wanda was done with this and they broke up, she tried to move on a few months later but Vision always do something and then, she was left, alone waiting for someone that never was going to show up.

Until one day, Wanda met Yn, they were a agent from shield, they were stronger than the others agents, and when Tony called for help, Maria went there with Yn and the others.

So they started to seen each other and they become official, everything was perfect but they didn't know about Vision's plan, he tried everything he could to shape shift in Yn's form, and then he could break Wanda's heart saying they were going home and wanted to break up, so then Vision could be there to comfort Wanda.

Yn went for a mission, a few hours, they didn't say anything because It was a secret, only Fury knew.

When "Yn" broke up with her, she felt something wrong but she didn't care, the love of her life was breaking up with her with no reasons. And when yn came back, they were exhausted but happy to be home, Nat saw them and punched them saying they fucked up. Yn went to their room, and when they enter, they expect to see Wanda but she wasn't there, they went to Wanda's room but they weren't allowed anymore, so when she decided to open the door she was furious and asked them why? Why they wanted to break up with her? But Yn didn't understand anything and asked her to read their mind, she didn't found anything about it, only the mission they had, so she went to the cameras and called Nat, they were searching for anything that can be suspicious, and they found a orange light, a light Wanda knew so much, so they knew that Vision did something and when where he was a confront him, and finally he confessed and you know, maybe Tony did something with Vision, killed him for example hahahaha and Nat apologize to Yn, and then Yn proposed to Wanda.

I have been working on this one. I have changed it to an AU universe instead of superheros and villians. So far I am at 3.5k words for it. My biggest tumblr one shot to come.

#louxbloom asks #request #requests #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader

[aliypop]

Return To Sender : Chapter 4

Word Count: 2,123

Writers Note: Alright, here's part 4! @sissylittlefeather, you'll love this!

Warning: Language / SLIGHT SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / OC x Jerry

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

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Memphis August 1968

"Sorry, we're late..." Natalya whispered, walking up the steps to pick up her son. "No worries, Nat. Elvis and I were still up." Cecelia mentioned as she led her to Jesse's bedroom, "What were you two doing still up?" She didn't mean to say it, but it happened, "Reading, Sometimes Elvis has trouble sleeping, so I'll read to him until he falls asleep." Natalya nodded as she smiled. Every time the Presleys talked, she wanted to have just an ounce of their love for each other. "Was he good?" She asked as Cecelia smiled. "Perfect. Anytime we're here. And you want us to watch Jericho. You let us know." Cecelia winked, "You mean it?" 

"Nat, when you become a friend with us, you become family,"

"Really..." Cecelia nodded, 

"Next week, the girls and I are hanging around here for a girls night,"

"And Elvis?"

"He's having a boy's night, though sometimes we impose." She chuckled as Natalya smiled and hugged her. She finally found people who made her feel like she belonged, 

"Thank you for everything..." 

"Of course,"

"Say, could you keep Jericho next week, say. Friday?"

"You and Jerry, huh?" Elvis smirked.

It was Friday, and Jericho was running around with Elaine and Jesse as Cecelia had been writing songs and business proposals. "Hey, honey?" Elvis said as Cecelia looked up, "You're not still mad at me, are you?" Cecelia glanced at her husband and then saw the look on his face, "Disappointed, yes. But mad at you, no." She took his hand and kissed it,

 "I'm sorry I peaked and found the gift you got me..." 

"It's okay," Cecelia laughed, "I shouldn't have gotten so angry." Elvis kissed her cheek until they heard glass break, already knowing it had to be either Jesse or Elaine who broke it. 

"Jericho did it!" was all they heard as Cecelia laughed, "And to think we wanted a third child," Elvis commented. However, on Audobond, Natalya was getting ready for her night with Jerry, which a part of her had butterflies about, and the other part said he was just a good friend, that was until he knocked. Jerry was standing there casually with the summer wind in his hair. 

"I bought Rosé." He smiled,

"I have strawberry ice cream." She smiled. as he walked in. Her house was enchanting. There were pictures of her and Jericho, her degrees on the wall, awards, and such, 

"I see you're very accomplished," He mentioned, 

"Yeah! An overachiever." She mumbled,

"Nah, you're smart."He smiled, "I like that,"

"Uhm, so you hungry?"

"I could eat," Jerry smirked. She wasn't used to compliments anymore, as he could see, but she deserved it,

 "So, how was your day?" Jerry asked, standing in the kitchen with her,

"Well. Jericho said he wanted to be in little league football." She laughed, "So I said. Well, I don't know, bud," her hands moving with her words, "But Jericho looked at me with those sad little eyes and," She looked at Jerry as he laughed, "Am I talking too much about him?"

"You're good. I played football as a kid, so if he needs any coaching, I could help." He winked, and she felt her heart race.

"That's kind of you. Jericho also has this father-son day coming up and..."

"I'll be there. Elvis is going anyways, so." Her knees were weak as she struggled to open the can of marinara sauce, a knife in her hand as she tried to pry it open,

 "Here, let me." Taking the jar from her, he twisted the lid and gave it back to her. It had been too long since she had someone do that for her, "Thanks..." She blushed, taking a whiff of his cologne as she was dizzy with desire, but she couldn't. They were friends and nothing else. 

After dinner, they were in her living room watching TV and putting her articles together, "I was thinking for the cover we have Cece El." She smiled as Jerry agreed, "Yeah, I like that. They're rarely on a cover together," he smiled, drinking his wine, 

"Exactly, then... Open with their interview!"

"Nah nah nah, page 7 interview, make the people work to read it." He added, "Page one should be all about you as an independent magazine, your mission." Jerry smiled as Natalya nodded,

 "You believe in me?"

"With all my heart, kid." He turned to look at her. Her body was on fire, "I-I see..." She blushed, knowing it was the wine, "It's hot in here. You want ice cream! I need ice cream..." Rushing to the kitchen she made a bowl and plopped a heavy amount in as she stuck two spoons in it. Jerry was laughing, he could tell she was into him, and he knew he needed to up his charm. As she sat back down and placed the bowl down she felt something wet on her body as she groaned,

 "Great... I wasted the wine..." 

"Not really..." Jerry smirked,

"What do you mean?"

"I could lick it off you..."

"You wouldn't..." She felt his tongue on her neck, "Dare..." her voice was breathy. 

"I might..." His fingers fiddling with the zipper on her skirt as she tried to fight it, his scent wafting back into her nostrils as she bit her lip, her brain was on fire saying that they were friends until she felt his mouth licking the access wine off her stomach, slowly, her eyes focusing at how he was between her legs, 

"You like that, huh?"

"Oh, eat me..." She blushed,

"As you wish," He smirked, feeling how wet she was getting, taking her panties off her as his mouth was on her clit, "Oh God..." Her eyes closed, and her body melted in pleasure, she hadn't been touched in so long. It felt like heaven just to have him under her skirt. She could feel his tongue lapping at her slick folds and her back already arching up to give him more access.

"Fuck... Jerry..." his fingers were inside her, plunging into her gushing wet cavern as he twirled his finger across her G-spot, causing her to writhe in pleasure, her legs shaking as if he'd had fucked her entirely, 

"J-Jerry!"

"Hmm..."

"Right there!"

"Like this?" Speeding up his fingering as he heard her gasp and mewl and moan, his thumb twirling her clit as he could hear her getting closer, 

"Baby, please!"

"Baby, huh..." That southern smirk on his face as he brought her to climax, crawling over to her to kiss her lips. The kiss was drunken, needy, wanting, yet savory as he bit at her lip, 

"Pants off now..."

"Hmm?"

"Now..." She smirked as he winked, Jerry could feel his pants tighten at the tone of her words, as he watched her lick the spoon covered in ice cream Jerry could tell right away what she wanted, taking him from his pants, Natalya had a tinted blush on her face as Jerry giggled, he felt like a schoolboy again,

 "What's funny?" She asked,

"Watching you blush." He grinned, "Nervous?"

"I know what I'm doing..." Natalya smirked, taking him in her mouth as she felt him hit the back of her throat a little,

 "Let me adjust for you." He moved as she tried again, Jerry groaned as he felt the cool sensation of the ice cream on his shaft, she could taste his skin and the strawberry as she bobbed her head in rhythm to whatever song was playing on the TV commercial in the background. Jerry held her cheek as he felt her tongue on the tip slurping around the base, her eyes focused on him as he bit his lip. Natalya could feel him throbbing between her lips the more she slurped and popped, she was driving him crazy, and she knew it.

 "Nat~" He moaned, his eyes fluttering as her hands twisted around him, she could feel him getting closer, and pulling away she added more ice cream in her mouth to hide the salty taste on her tongue. 

"Shit... Did you just..."

"Mhmm..." She winked,

"Damn you, Dyer." He laughed, 

"You started it, Schilling..." 

"So, uh... advice?" Natalya asked. It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon with Rosa, Daphane, Carlotta, and Midge as Cecelia was in the kitchen grabbing drinks, "On what?" Midge wondered,

"Yeah on what?"

"So... You all know Jerry and I have been hanging out," Natalya said as Rosa giggled,

 "Goodluck I dated him and-"

"You messed it up by going back to Scotty..." Midge added, "Continue Nat," 

"Well, do friends lick wine off you and then give you mind-blowing head..."

"NO!" Cecelia interjected, 

"Says the girl who said Elvis's cocka-cola fell inside her back in 55..." Carlotta grumbled, 

"You're just jealous..." Cecelia huffed, setting down drinks, "Mai-tai, an old-fashioned, metropolitan, and a lemonade for me." 

"Y'all ever get drunk, and land with your face in some really good muff..." 

"No..." Joe looked up from his beer as Red and Sonny laughed, Charlie blinked and Cheryl smirked, "Yes..."

"Jerry what the hell..." Elvis sighed, drinking his Pepsi-cola almost as if he were disgusted, "Two things E, ice cream blow job." Jerry smirked as Elvis blinked at him, "Oh come on E, the number of times I've walked in on you and Cece on set,"

"Well was it with Nat..." He asked as Jerry's smile widened, "Hell yeah, my boy, my boy," Elvis smirked. 

"I mean it kinda fell in my mouth..." Natalya blushed, "Sure it did." Cecelia laughed as the rest of the girls did, "But, it felt so good like I need more of it."

"Southern men are like that," Rosa added as Daphane agreed, 

"Really?"

"Married nine years with two kids, yes." Cecelia chuckled as Carlotta sighed. It wasn't that she didn't like this talk. She just didn't like her talking about Elvis,

 "Carlotta, you okay?" Rosa asked

"Yeah..." She nodded in response, 

"So, I invited Jerry to the kid's father-son lunch," Natayla smiled as the girls grinned, 

"And..." Midge smirked,

"He invited himself. I know I keep saying Jerry and I are friends but..."

"But E, There's something about her," Jerry smiled, "She's so amazing, and I wanna do anything to keep her happy," Jerry said as Elvis nodded,

 "Well, then do so." He shrugged. The men then stopped talking as they watched the kids playing football. Jerry watched Jericho who was struggling as he walked over to him, 

"Jesse I'm not good at it ok..."

"Yes, you are." Jesse smiled,

"No, he's not." Elaine teased holding the ball, 

"Is too!"

Is not!

"Is too!"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Jerry asked squatting to their level, 

"I'm not good at football." Jericho pouted, "So, you're gonna quit before you start?" Jerry asked as Jericho shook his head in agreement, 

"No, see things like this take practice..." He smiled, 

"They do?"

"Yes, Jesse they do."He sighed as he then turned to face Jericho, "Listen, we don't give up okay, no matter how hard anything is, we don't give up."

"Okay..." Jericho nodded,

"So you know RCA's having a gala and-" Cecelia paused as she looked out in the backyard and saw the boys playing football, "Did Jerry just tackle Elvis..." Cecelia turned to look at Natalya, "I find that attractive..." Natalya smirked, the two walking outside to watch, "FOUL!"

"What Cheryl that ain't a foul!" Elvis grumbled,

"That's ten points to team Hound Dog," Cheryl smirked, 

"Yes!" Jericho grinned high-fiving Jerry, 

"You two wanna be cheerleaders?" Elaine asked 

"Sure why not!" Natalya smiled, the rest of the women stood by the fence and watched, the final round was getting heated, and team Tiger Man was losing horribly, "Okay team, here's the play, Jericho you're going to take down Charlie, I'll throw the ball and Jesse..."

"I'm gonna take down my papa,"

"Exactly,"

"What if I can't..." Jericho got nervous, "Then be like Joshua and take down that wall..." Jerry ruffled up his hair as he laughed, 

"Okay," Jericho winked. The game was getting intense the girls were worried as Elvis twisted his ankle and Jerry on the ground, it was left to Jericho to sprint the ball to the other side, 

"GO JERICHO GO!!!" Natalya shouted as he carried it to the other side, 

"I DID IT! MAMA! MR. JERRY I DID IT!" Jericho grinned as Jerry picked him up on his shoulders "Yeah you did!" Jerry smiled, Natalya's heart fluttered as she almost kissed Jerry,

"Honey!"

"Oh, dear are you okay!" Cecelia ran to help Elvis up, "Mmhmm, Spranged my damn ankle," He sighed,

 "My poor baby." She grinned, "Can I get you anything..."

"A bath with you in it..." He winked, 

"Are they always like that..." Natalya whispered,

"Yeah..." Jerry laughed, 

CHAPTER 5 MAYHAPS?

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