Letters From Natasha
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Note: This is a little idea I had, so I’m not really gonna frame it as a fic. I’m sorry it’s very sad. But do let me know if y’all might want the letters and I could write something 🥹
It’s almost summertime but everything feels so cold. When you get home, you don’t know where to begin. It’s been three days since you lost her.
She’s gone.
Those words echo in your head.
The funeral was crowded. Your friends and family gathered around to mourn Natasha. But you felt alone. You felt alone the minute she took her last breath in your arms.
You felt cold.
Your oldest children understand what happened. They knew the day could come no matter how much they hoped and prayed it wouldn’t.
The younger kids cry but they don’t know what exactly for. They just know that their mama isn’t there to tuck them into bed or make them giggle with her cheesiness anymore.
All of the children have slept with you every night since and almost never leave your side.
You decide to face the music and walk into your bedroom. You’ve been staying with Wanda since it happened, not able to face this place that was once so full of life.
Fiddling with the ring on your finger, you sit on the edge of the bed. Your eyes catch a glimmer of something golden on your dresser. You’ve not seen it before.
You walk over to investigate it to find a locked box. The keyhole shape looks familiar. That’s when it hits you.
Inside your pocket you find your keychain. One day Natasha slipped a golden key onto it and when you questioned her she just smiled and said “for someday.”
The key fits into the box perfectly and the latches open. You take a deep breath as you lift up the lid.
Inside is a set of envelopes. The first one has your name on it in her handwriting. You hold it to your chest.
The second and third and so on have the names of your children. And the pile continues on. There’s one for Yelena, Wanda, Steve, Sam, the whole team. Anyone Natasha called a friend or family member. Even Peter Parker has a letter.
You break down in tears as you see each name. Everyone she loved. Everyone who loves her.
Putting everyone’s letter back but the one for you, you sit on your bed again. This time on her side.
Inside the letter is the last words Natasha will ever say to you. You take a breath and open the letter…
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People in my tags talking about how they thought Pav was actually canonly trans with his boobs out only to find out he isn’t and being dissapointed is me when I found out Karin wasn’t actually fat
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I love mythology so much and it’s taking everything in me to not write a full fledge fic about a Cupid and Psyche au omfg
justttttt Cupid Bakugou who is just so, so fucking beautiful. he’s always been recorded by other mortals for being akin to sunlight himself—all golden hues and sharp angles and high cheekbones and massive wings. wings that span as wide as an entire village, that sparkle when the light hits them, loud when they beat to send him soaring into the skies above. but his mouth? his attitude?
everyone always wonders why he was never the god of war, instead. but he’s damn good at his job, with his arrows propped up on his back, swift with discharging them into another stupid mortal who’s fallen for the local towns idiot. but hey, they’re in love, and it’s his job to enforce that love go over well.
and then he sees you—the most beautiful mortal, that you’re even compared to the gods, to his mother. he wants you so bad, if not to treasure and keep you against his side as he travels over the oceans cold waters, than to keep you safe from the vile men who want you as their partner and the disgusting women who envy you for having it all.
omg and the part where he takes you to stay in his palace and asks you not to ever look at his face???? it’s killing him, to wear that mask to your nightly dinners, to be able to look at the soft curve of your mouth when you frown and ask him to reveal himself. to be able to look at how you stare back at him, eyes pretty and furious, frustrated and mad, wanting to go back on the conditions you agreed upon because having to sit across from him without seeing him is absolute torture. I am. vibrating.
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I am having a truly dreadful spiraling night.
My mind is full of self hatred and negativity and I can’t stop crying. I need gummies so badly and I do not have any except these ones that were given to me like two years ago and I’ve eaten like 4 at least at this point tonight and idk if they are even working? Do weed gummies go bad? Or get old?
I am really suffering tonight and would really appreciate and benefit from some thoughtful words or thoughts for me. Thank you.
I try so hard to make sure I don’t get to this point but I can’t drive to get the gummies by my self or walk alone because of my seizures and I asked someone to get me some but i don’t make it obvious how important it is a and now i am suffering greatly and I wish I had something to help me.
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heyyy <33 since you seem to be like a rlly big banana fish fan could i ask for a quick summary ab what it’s ab
hiiiii bestie <33
so basically it’s an anime set in new york abt this street gang leader, ash lynx, trying to find more abt this mysterious drug called “banana fish” and it’s a drug that brainwashes its users
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tonight i gave away my starbucks employee hat to my temporary roommate who is leaving tmr night and who i can tell really wanted a starbucks merchandise after i told her that i used to work there and she was overjoyed and shared and tagged me on instagram and everything saying that she’ll wear it for the rest of summer after she goes back to korea and i’m just like AAAAHHH that’s so sweet i’m so happy sgsjsk
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