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🤝🏽 handholding with nat!!! fluff?? 🙏🏼

I miss her sm I could die

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: hand simping. Missing nat :')

Note: every gay has a hand kink I don't make the rules. I'm also having cursed thoughts but I will spare you all of them. pls do not attempt to guess LOL

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You think you have an obsession with hands—Natasha's hands specifically. 

They're so...delicate. And slender. They're soft, despite having a few calluses on them. 

You like how you can feel every crevice, ridge, and line of her hands when you trace her fingers and palm.

"That tickles, моя любовь," Natasha mumbles, her focus still on her Kindle as she reads. 

Your head rests on Natasha's lap, but you gaze up at your girlfriend's face. She has her reading glasses on, and it just makes you want to scream. 

You continue to trace the outline of Natasha's hand, dipping into the curve between her fingers softly. A small whine is made in the back of her throat as she looks at you disgruntled through the bridges of her glasses.

You feel like clutching your heart at how perfect your girlfriend looks. 

"If you're going to distract me from reading, I will push you off my lap," Natasha quirks her brow at you. "Wanda has been nagging me for months to finish this book, and if I don't today, I'll never hear the end of it from her."

"Don't be mean," you pout. "I just want to hold your hand."

"Hold it? You're practically molesting it," Natasha's voice is amused, and she doesn't pull her hand away from yours. 

You sigh deeply. "Can you really blame me? You have such perfect hands."

"They're just hands," Natasha's tone suggested she was disinterested, but you could tell she was a little intrigued by your obsession. 

"Just hands?" You smile slyly. "Oh, no, no. Natasha, my dear, you have it completely wrong. They're not just hands."

You adjust your hand to line up against hers, using your fingers to press against hers, flexing them. "Not only are they soft and graceful, but they're kind."

"Kind?" Natasha raises her brow at you.

"Mhm," you hum. "These hands wipe my tears when I'm sad. They hold me gently and brush against my lips and cheek before we kiss."

You move her hand, pulling it closer to your lips, and press a kiss gently against the pads of her fingers. Natasha says nothing, but her hands are getting warmer, making you grin. 

"These hands also wicked."

"Wicked...?" 

You nod, savoring Natasha's confused expression.

"They're very skillful. They often tease me right before making me com—" Natasha slaps her hand over your mouth.

"That's enough," she mumbles, her cheeks and ears flushed. Her brows are furrowed, and she looks both shy and exasperated with you.

Natasha's middle finger rests between your lips, and you open them slightly to bite it. It's not in any way hard, and Natasha ends up rolling her eyes at you before she moves her hand away. "Stop being mischievous."

"Then let me hold your hand without complaints," you grab her wrist back, fingers trailing up to the back of her hand, fingers brushing over her knuckles.

"Should I leave you guys alone? Feel like I'm interrupting," Natasha jokes, wriggling her fingers in your face. 

"Oh, do you mind?" You grin back at her, your eyes glinting with a teasing look. "Probably best if you turn away and don't look at the debauchery we're about to commit."

"Ha-ha," Natasha dryly says, rolling her eyes lightly. She pinches your nose, which makes you scrunch up before swatting it away. You still hold onto her hand and press a tender kiss to the back of her hand, lacing your fingers together.

Natasha smiles at you, her eyes softening as she squeezes your hand.

"Is the book interesting?" You ask, finished teasing your girlfriend.

Natasha sighs, eyes trailing back to her Kindle. "It's not bad, just a bit of a slow start."

"Maybe it will be more interesting if you read it to me," you say innocently while Natasha chuckles. 

Natasha starts to read, but then you interrupt her. "Wait, I don't know what's happening. You need to start from chapter one."

"But that was thirty pages ago," Natasha groans.

"I love you," you say zealously, dragging out the words.

There's a long sigh as Natasha places the Kindle beside her on the couch momentarily, using her free hand to start the book over. 

It would've been easier to let go of your hand to do it, but Natasha remains steady, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb. 

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What's One Little Kiss Between Friends? | viii

viii: Prepping the New Year

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Nat. Scheming!Nat

Note: My holiday contribution <3 This occurs after Mistletoes Are For Excuses

College AU set. Feel free to request parts in my inbox!

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New Year's has always been one of your favorite holidays. There's a sense of relief and melancholy about saying goodbye to the year and welcoming the new one. 

And, well, there was the New Year's kiss.

You tried not to let that be the thing that consumed your mind, but unfortunately, it just did. There was a saying about how you spend the year is the same way you spent New Year's Eve. 

Historically, you've always spent it kissing your lover at the time or kissing someone you were hoping would become your lover within the year. 

This year—you were stumped.

Your lips could still feel the softness of Natasha's kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas. You were becoming more familiar with them, having tasted them so often already. 

But you were still only friends, and when you thought about it more, you became increasingly nervous. 

"Who are you going to kiss tonight?" Wanda said eagerly as she stumbled into your arms. You laughed as you caught her.

"Not sure yet," you answered honestly, knowing full well there were only 10 minutes until midnight. 

"No way," Wanda slurs, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You always know who you're going to kiss every year."

"Why does that make me sound so sleazy?" You mused teasingly. "Who are you going to kiss?"

It was then Wanda slumped in your arms with a pout. "I don't know. I thought about kissing Vis, but he's being such a...a burnt toaster!"

You couldn't help but laugh, squeezing Wanda comfortingly. You knew she was taking the breakup with her long-time boyfriend pretty hard. They've been on and off since, and you're hoping the entire thing will end soon because it was messing with Wanda's head. 

"Oh my god," Wanda grinned as she looked at you. "If you don't have someone to kiss and I don't have someone to kiss—we should kiss at midnight!"

You tried to not roll your eyes, but you merely smiled and kissed her cheek to placate her. "Sure thing. Why don't you go find Bucky? I noticed he's been sticking to Steve like glue, and at this rate, Steve is never gonna muster up the balls to kiss Sharon."

Wanda's eyes glinted as she kissed you back on your cheek and finally released you. You watched her stumble through the crowd, making her way toward Bucky, who was woefully unaware of how much of a cockblock he was being. 

"So, you're kissing Wanda at midnight?"

The sound of your best friend's voice made you turn around, and Natasha was standing behind you with two champagne glasses in her hand. 

"Most certainly not," you shook your head with a rueful grin, taking a glass from Natasha. "I think I learned my lesson in Mexico with her."

"You kissed Wanda in Mexico?" Natasha asked, her voice tight.

"You ask too many questions," you shook your head, still grinning. "Who are you going to kiss?"

There was a momentary pause. 

"I don't know," Natasha sounded uncomfortable. "If you're not kissing Wanda, then who do you have your eye on?"

There was a tinge of something in Natasha's voice that you weren't used to hearing when it came to you. 

Jealousy. 

"I...I don't think I'm going to kiss anyone," you finally admitted. "I just...you know what I think about the New Year's kiss."

"That you're going to spend the year with the person you kiss?"

You nodded.

"And you don't want to spend the year with anyone here?" Natasha tried to say it casually, but she couldn't help the sting that seeped in.

You looked at Natasha carefully. She was absolutely stunning tonight, with loose curls and one side of her hair pinned up.

So many people were watching Natasha right now, counting down the last three minutes until the real countdown started. You could only imagine the swarm that would occur at 11:59PM.

"It's not that," you said slowly, locking eyes with the redhead. "It's just...it's a lot of pressure. Do you understand?"

Natasha just nodded, and it was rigid. You tried not to let out a physical sigh. 

It was getting complicated, and you hated it. 

Why was kissing your best friend so good?

11:58PM.

You watched as Steve looked relieved by Bucky being distracted by Wanda and how he shyly turned to Sharon with a boyish grin. 

"Hey, why don't we head to my room? The view of the fireworks will be way prettier there," Natasha suggested.

You hesitated.

"And it will deter random strangers from trying to kiss us at midnight," Natasha added. 

You weighed your options quickly but nodded as you did see someone eyeing Natasha a few feet away. And as much as you were worried about kissing Natasha, you were in no way in hell going to let someone else kiss her. 

Natasha didn't turn the lights on when you entered her room, merely shutting the door with a quiet click and lock.

"It is nicer from here," you commented, taking a seat at her windowsill. 

11:59PM.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed, taking something from her nightstand before she sat down. "Sometimes I miss living here...until I hear my mother and remember why it sucks."

The two of you laughed before you looked at the alarm clock she brought.

"I think you're the only person I know that still uses an analog alarm clock," you raised her brow at her and smiled, "you weirdo."

"You bought this for me," Natasha rolled her eyes, unable to help her smile.

"Because you went through that weird phase of collecting clocks and watches."

"10...9...8."

You could hear people outside counting down. Natasha was looking out the window, not even close to making any sort of move on you. You bit your tongue, unsure if you felt relieved or miffed, and joined her in looking outside. 

"5...4...3...2...1!"

The fireworks went off immediately, and you could hear the second of silence, the lull of people kissing before there was cheering. 

"Happy New Year, Natasha," you turned and smiled at your best friend. 

"Happy New Year," Natasha smiled back at you.

And you sit in silence while the fireworks go off.

12:01AM.

Natasha grabbed the analog clock and began to reverse the time.

"What are you doing?" You asked curiously. 

11:59PM.

Natasha set the clock down. "I want my New Year's kiss." 

"Okay..." you said slowly. "You didn't have to stay here with me."

"The person I want my kiss with said she was feeling too much pressure about it. Something along the lines of worrying how the year was going to go. Honestly, I think it's a load of hooey—"

"Hey!"

"—but I understand. This is the best compromise." Natasha was staring at you so intensely that you were pretty sure your stomach could compete in the Olympic gymnastics. 

Why was your best friend so fucking romantic?

You didn't even need to look at the clock to know there was only 5 seconds left until midnight...again. 

You found yourself leaning forward, meeting Natasha's lips in the middle. It was familiar in all the best ways. You knew that softness, and the way Natasha tilted her head always fit yours. 

God, she was so fucking pretty too. 

When you pulled back, you licked your lips.

"You taste like raspberries."

"Yeah, I stole my chapstick back from your bag earlier."

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain the laugh. "You're so petty."

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ahhhh... in wanting there's only you,

never getting over:

"You. I want you."

A quiet confession in the dark of the night, unheard by no one but yourself. A harsh, nearly painful admittance because this is where it starts.

The loneliness of wanting alone.

Because more than anything, you want—

"Please want me too."

In Wanting, There's Only You

but can you imagine if reader just never confesses and remains unsure whether or not Natasha could ever feel the same. Years down the road, they're dating/married to different people but catch up over drinks.

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Your laughter along with Natasha's fill the bar, over the obnoxious blaring music.

"I can't believe so much time has passed," you mused, looking at the fine line wrinkles in Natasha's face. She's finally got some crow's feet and they make you so happy to see. Natasha's smiled enough over the years to get them.

"Yeah," Natasha grins, taking another sip of her wine. "It's a shame things have been so busy for us we couldn't spend as much time together like we used to."

You nodded. You remembered holding Natasha in your arm through every panic attack, every stupid romance movie, and falling asleep on on the couch together like it was yesterday.

You remembered that loneliness too.

And maybe it's the drinks that are finally getting to you but you admitted her to something you didn't have the courage to years ago.

"I was in love with you back then."

Natasha looked up at you, surprise in her eyes. Her cheeks are tinged pink from the warmth of the bar and the alcohol. The look somehow spurges you on.

"It was stupid," you laughed lightly, looking away. "I just...we were spending so much time together. I had such a huge crush—"

"Me too."

At first, you're not sure you heard her right. Maybe it was just the lyrics of a song, or maybe it was just someone else saying that. But when you looked back at her, she had such regret in her eyes along with acceptance.

It probably mirrored yours.

You laughed, unsure what the feeling was inside your chest. You hoped it was your drink.

"I wish I knew."

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Hi I love all your stories but can I request a new part to “What's One Little Kiss Between Friends?” Hope you’re doing well bye :) -🦊

vii: Mistletoes Are For Excuses

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

*Note: Christmas Special!! This occurs after Party of Our Own but before Essays & Study Dates <3

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"Wow, your parents went all out."

You looked at the impressive decorations that filled the mansion that Natasha rarely called home. You hadn't been here since the funeral of her grandmother. The home still felt large and rather hollow, even with the Christmas embellishments, but you thought that was just because it was Natasha's parents who inhabited here.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed. "They do every year since they host Christmas for all their friends and business partners."

Natasha fiddled around with the ornament in her hand. She looked at you, her lips curling upward slightly unknowingly as she thought about how you came over just in time before the hired decorators could start on the tree.

You sent them on their merry way throughout the rest of the house as you pulled Natasha around the tree, digging into the boxes of decorations the workers left. You said something about how it only felt like Christmas if the tree was decorated by the two of you.

"At least everyone else will also be here this year," you smiled as you walked around the tree with garland. You knew it would be impossible to actually decorate the whole tree yourselves, and after all, the tree was about 50 feet in height.

Still, you wanted Natasha to always experience the joy of Christmas like she did every year when she normally spent the holidays with you and your family.

"Thanks for somehow getting my parents to agree to have everyone else come," Natasha raised her brow at you. "How did you manage that?"

"Hm," you hummed and pretended to look extra thoughtful. "Maybe I threatened your mother that I would single-handedly ruin your academic life, and therefore, effectively ruin your chances to take over the family business."

Natasha's mouth dropped with a cough of disbelief. "You did not."

You hummed for a moment longer before you looked at her, unable to contain your laughter. "Okay, I didn't," you smiled at Natasha as she came closer to you to hang an ornament. "I just told your mother I would definitely embarrass her at her Christmas party. It's not like she could stop me from coming."

Natasha snorted. "She probably just knows if you're not here, I wouldn't be here either."

"Exactly," you nodded.

"Clever," Natasha smirked.

"I do believe I am," you said sagely, laughing when Natasha threw an ornament ball at you.

"And so humble," Natasha rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"I'm glad you understand me so well, darling," you teased her, missing the way the tip of Natasha's ears flushed. "Alrighty, stop fooling around now. We should at least decorate up to 20 feet of this tree so shooing the workers out will have been worth it."

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The night was going better than Natasha thought it ever would. She kept her pleasantries short and managed to escape to the other side of the estate where her band of dorks was celebrating.

"C'mon, open it, open it!" Wanda squealed excitedly as she gave you your present.

"Alright, alright, calm down, Wanda," you chuckled as you pulled at the ribbon carefully. Wanda's wrapping was impeccable and much better than Natasha's, which was saying something since Natasha's was perfect.

"Oh, wow," you gushed as you pulled out a beautifully painted photo of the ocean. "Is this when we went to San Carlos together?"

Wanda nodded excitedly. "Best vacation ever! We had so much fun, remember?"

You smiled as you touched the canvas gently. Wanda was such a wonderful painter, and you did remember that vacation very well. It had been that odd year. It was right after you finished your first year of university and right when your disastrous relationship with Maria ended.

It was also when you had been in a fight with Natasha.

So, with no girlfriend and no best friend, Wanda had plucked you right out of your home to take you to Mexico for two weeks while she had also been in an off period with Vision.

You found yourself looking to the side subtly at Natasha and found her nose wrinkled, and you knew she was thinking about the fight as well. You hadn't said anything when you took off for two weeks, and Natasha had been worried out of her mind.

"I love it," you gushed to Wanda sincerely. "Thank you so much."

Wanda waved her hand as she smiled at you. "We need to go on vacation again."

"Yes," Natasha jumped in. "A group trip!"

Everyone in the room cheered.

"Oh, we definitely gotta do it after we all graduate. We should do a tour of Europe," Bucky smiled while Steve nodded his head while his arm was around Sharon.

"Sounds like a great idea!" Tony pitched in. "You duds need to hurry up and finish school."

"Sorry you're old and finished school a million years ago and have to wait for us youngsters," Natasha smirked while Tony scoffed and threw wrapped chocolate at her.

"I only graduated two years ahead of you!"

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The night dragged on for probably way too long before everyone fell asleep half-drunk.

You and Natasha opted not to drink so much, not wanting a hangover on Christmas Day.

"You asleep?" You whispered next to you.

You felt like you were eight again, sleeping with all your friends with the spread of futons and the millions of blankets and pillows on the ground. You could hear Bucky and Steve snoring softly, while Tony had somewhat of an obnoxious snore.

"Who could sleep with Tony sounding like an engine," Natasha whispered back.

"Apparently everyone else but us," you giggled quietly.

Natasha pressed her lips together from laughing along with you. Instead, she sat up, not worrying too much as she was at the edge and the only person beside her was you.

"Want to go outside for a bit?"

You sat up, careful not to wake up Wanda next to you, as you nodded.

The two of you snuck out quietly and put on your jackets. The air was brisk and cold, snowing softly as you stood on the front porch. As the two of you made it around, Natasha suddenly stopped you.

"What—"

Natasha merely pointed her finger upward.

There, almost unnoticeable, hung a mistletoe glowing in the Christmas lights.

"Oh," you said softly.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," Natasha said immediately.

You stared at Natasha for a long minute. It'd been quite some time since the last party where the two of you kissed fervently. Perhaps some line had been crossed then, but neither of you talked about it still.

Your heart sped up slightly in your chest, emboldened by the cold air and Christmas lights that made Natasha look so gentle.

Perhaps there was a part of you that did like kissing Natasha. After all, she did have such soft lips, and she tasted faintly like warm vanilla all the time. Still, there was another part of you that wasn't really ready to admit why you liked kissing your best friend, and you weren't prepared to give reason to that.

"No," you shook your head. "It's bad luck to break tradition. We can't be spoil-sports either, that would be so lame."

"So lame," Natasha repeated quietly. Then, she swallowed. "Right, then."

There's no noise this time when Natasha kisses you—No soft steps of people walking past the bleachers, no crackling of the fireplace, and no thumping of music playing at a party.

Just the sound of your own blood pumping in your ears when her lips meet yours, the faint taste of toothpaste and still somehow warm vanilla fall upon you.

And for now, maybe mistletoes were perfect excuses for the two of you.

Part 6

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Natasha gets protective of her girlfriend when someone at a friends Halloween party keeps staring at her.

vi. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends?

vi: The first Official Halloween

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: I ain't wanna hear how it's not wednesday!! *squints* we're multitasking here ok. Also thanks anon 💘

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Annoying.

Natasha softly grunted as she adjusted her wig.

"Hey, sexy—"

"Go. Away." Natasha narrowed her eyes at the boy, who certainly looked too young to be allowed to legally drink.

The young man jolted at Natasha's look as he tucked tail and turned. A few of the other people standing around had a good laugh, including Bucky.

"What's got your one piece all twisted and up your ass?" Bucky smirked, knowing damn well what was bothering Natasha.

Natasha curled at her lip in a sneer at Bucky, who could only press his lips together to prevent from laughing.

"Stop antagonizing her," Wanda scolded Bucky as she flicked the tip of his nose.

"Ugh," Bucky complained as he rubbed his nose. "Really?"

Wanda rolled her eyes before she turned to Natasha. "Why are you just standing here? If you're so jealous, just go up to her and join in."

"I'm not jealous!" Natasha hissed. "I'm just...concernred people are staring at her."

"Oh my god," Wanda sighed as she rubbed her temples. "Plenty of people are staring at you too, you know."

"I don't care that people are staring at me, I care that they're looking at her!" Natasha's voice tinged into a childish whine at the end.

She was annoyed.

You had made her dress up in matching costumes as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, but it wasn't long before you were caught in a long-winded conversation with some stupid boy who used to be in your class.

It would've been fine, but your costume was drawing attention. Natasha swore that every Joker and Batman in the vicinity was sliding up and hovering over you.

It was unbelievably aggravating.

A part of Natasha wished she tried harder to convince you that going to Steve and Sharon's Halloween Party was stupid and the two of you should just stay home and watch movies.

After all, it was your first Halloween together as official girlfriends; Natasha really wanted to make good use of it.

And just like that, your magical powers— the innate knowledge of Natasha—you turned your head to look at her.

You pressed your lips together, almost in a way that Natasha can't tell you're refraining from laughing. She watched you whisper something to the group you were chatting with before walking towards her.

"Hi," you grinned at her.

"Hi," Natasha answered flatly.

"Oh, god, please don't do that," you sighed, and for a second, Natasha is worried she had upset you by being too...clingy. "You're way too cute even when you're upset with me."

Natasha found herself relaxing at the words as she rolled her eyes. She let you grasp her hands and pull her close.

"I'm not upset with you," Natasha crinkled her nose.

"Yes, yes, you're just jealous," you nodded your head like the world's wisdom was bestowed upon you.

Natasha wanted to vehemently deny it, the words already on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn't.

Because she is.

She knew it, and you knew it. There was no point in denying it.

"How long do we have to stay?" Natasha asked instead. "This party sucks."

"Hey!" Steve called from the side, affronted. Natasha doesn't even look at him. Sharon grinned and shook her head, rubbing her boyfriend's arm.

"You've become much too recluse since we've graduated," you tutted. "Where's the social butterfly, Natasha Romanoff? Student council president, volleyball captain, miss smarty pants—"

"Ugh, please stop bringing that up," Natasha grimaced. "We're done university."

"Ah, yes," you nodded sagely. "Now, you're Natasha Romanoff, the most popular lawyer. Pretty, smart, cutthroat, and on her way to becoming Partner. It's really hard fighting off your admirers, you know."

"Look who's talking," Natasha quirked her brow. She jerked her head behind you, and you followed her direction. "I'm started to get tempted to bring a bat with me everytime we go out."

You could see a man in a joker costume staring at you. He had been in the group you were talking to, but you hadn't really known who he was. Well, he did introduce himself, but you've forgotten it the second you heard it.

"Ah," you said dryly as you licked your lips. "There's a chance he might be looking at you instead."

"I think he's trying to come up with a clever pickup line about The Joker and Harley Quinn belonging together before he comes up to you," Natasha tried to glare daggers at him, but he was too focused on staring at you.

"We seem to be in a pickle then," you puckered your lips. "Everyone knows Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are the one true pair."

"Everyone except him," Natasha muttered. What if she just yelled, 'What the fuck are you staring at? Eyes off my girlfriend!' She wondered if Steve and Sharon would kick her out.

She hopes so.

But before she can open her mouth, her lips find themselves a little occupied by yours. It's reflex at this point for Natasha to wrap her arms around you, pressing closer with a pleased hum.

When you pulled back, Natasha blinked and tried to make her way back to reality.

Looking up, Natasha finds the guy looking confused but not deterred. Finally, he makes eye contact with her.

Natasha gave him a deadpan expression and her middle finger.

He looked offended but still not discouraged.

Bucky just whistled with a laugh. "Stevie," he looked over to his best friend. "You better tell your coworker to stop staring our Harley Quinn over here. He's about to be a dead man. Although, he's kind of a douchebag, so maybe we should let Natasha kill him."

Wanda slapped Bucky on the arm, and he yelped, "Ow! Shit, alright! I meant I'll kill him and Natasha can pick up my defense case."

The unimpressed look Bucky got only made him smirk.

Steve just looked apologetic as he started to make his way over to his coworker.

You couldn't help but laugh as you kissed Natasha again. "Alright, let's head out before you murder someone on my behalf."

"I wouldn't," Natasha whined but was happy to go finally. "Didn't you hear? Bucky would do it and I'll be his lawyer. Don't worry pal, I've yet to lose a case."

Part 6

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For the spooky drables, can I get softdark!Wandanat, maybe something related to a Haunted house?

free interpretations galore

Pairing: soft!dark!WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI for soft!dark but there is no explicit content.

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"I really wished you'd just leave that house. You don't have to stay there, you know. You're welcome to stay at mine."

You blinked tiredly, your eyes stinging at how dry they were.

"It's really fine, Steve," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "The rent is crazy cheap for what it is. I just haven't been sleeping well, is all. But I'm tired enough I must just pass out once you drop me off."

Steve sighed, tapping on his steering wheel a little impatiently. "I just don't like how off you've been. Everything has been okay at the apartment, right?"

You nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugged. "You said you live with roommates, right? Have they been nice to you?"

You nodded once more. "They're nice. A little clingy, but nice."

Steve pressed his lips together before releasing them with a sigh. His car came to a stop in front of your building. "Alright, tell me if you need anything."

You nodded. "Thanks for the ride." You left with a short wave before entering your building.

You stifled a yawn as you jangled your keys through the hole.

Your roommates were nowhere in sight, but it seemed to be like that at odd times during the day. You headed straight for your room and sighed as your head pressed against your soft pillows and cold sheets.

You dozed off easily, unsure for how long until you felt shifting in your bed. You grumbled as you stirred.

"Oh, did we wake you?" It was like silk in your ears.

There were hands under your shirt, pressed against your waist and rib cage.

"I don't understand why you guys are always cold," you whined as you blearily opened your eyes.

You were met with Wanda's viridian eyes; her dainty lips smiled at you. You felt movement behind you and knew it was Natasha. Your roommates were always so clingy, often hopping into your bed nearly every night or when you decided to nap.

Touchy as well.

"You were gone a very long time," Natasha husked behind you, her fingers trailing up your waist. You grumbled as you slapped her hand from going too high.

"I ended up falling asleep at Steve's in the middle of movie night. He didn't wake me until the third move finished," you yawned. God, why were you so tired lately, even when you slept so much?

"Steve again?" There was a bite to Wanda's words.

"Stop it," you rolled your eyes. "We're just friends and there were other people there too."

"You're out too often," Natasha pressed closer. You tried to move your hands to pull up the blanket more. You wondered if the AC was on again.

"We wanted to spend Halloween with you too," Wanda sighed, pressing closer as well and sandwiching you tightly between them.

"Didn't you guys have Halloween plans?" You muttered as you tried to keep your eyes open.

"Mm," Wanda hummed. "Nothing that could be done without you."

"Oh?" You mused. "Like what?"

"Stay home today and you'll find out," Natasha's face was against your back, and you could feel her smirk. "Don't you like spending time with us?"

"You know I do," you said, trying to adjust yourself, but Wanda and Natasha wouldn't budge. If anything, their hands were gripping you more tightly.

"Well, we want you with us," Wanda pressed her face against your neck. You hissed at how cold her nose was. "Always with us. We can't leave this place without you."

"Guys, too close," you muttered, a headache starting to form.

"Just go to sleep," Wanda pressed kisses against your neck. You tried to pull back and ask her what she thought she was doing, but you only pushed back into Natasha's lips against your shoulders.

"Sleep and we'll be together when you wake up," Natasha said between kisses.

The headache was getting worse, and sleep did sound so promising. Just as your eyes were sliding shut, there was knocking on the door.

"Just ignore it. It's too early for anyone important," Wanda said as she stroked your ribcage, then down your stomach and went lower.

But the knocking persisted, and you groaned.

"I can't sleep with that noise," you protested as you sat up. They tried to pull you back down to sleep, but you swatted their hands and shuffled off the bed. "It'll just be a second."

You stumbled to the front door and opened it.

"Do you know what time it—Steve?" You furrowed your brows. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, uh, you left your cell at my place. I thought I should drop it off before I head to work. Sorry, I forgot you work later today," Steve gave you a sheepish smile. He stared at your form, eyebrows furrowing, when he noticed marks on your neck. Similar to hickeys but...not quite.

"Did someone come over...?" Steve asked carefully.

"Huh?" You asked. "No. It's just me and my roommates. They're sleeping in my bed—don't ask, I told you they're clingy."

"Right," Steve said slowly. "You mind if I grab some water before I go?"

"Sure," you said as you opened the door wider and stepped aside.

You led him to your kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water while Steve looked around. It was a rather empty apartment. Steve looked at the shoe rack by the door. Your work heels and runners.

He saw a bedroom, the door open, and peered in. A twin-sized bed and a desk.

Then he saw into your bedroom.

There was a loud bang, nearly shaking the unit.

"Jesus fuck," you sighed before yelling, "Can you two try to not break shit in my room? Did you guys knock over the fucking dresser again?"

You turned to Steve. "Sorry, my roommates are assholes sometimes when they're grumpy."

Steve stared at you for a long minute until he finally said, "There's no one else in here but us."

#dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #anon #mm: answered #mm.drabble.wandanat #mm.drabble.nat #mm.drabble.wanda #mm.mydarkfics

[missmonsters2]

SoftDark!WandaNat (with a monstrous twist to their being? Maybe vampiric?) "Hunts" for their third mate because they can sense/smell/feel her 😬😈

i love soft!dark character so much 😩🖐

Pairing: Soft!Dark!WandaNat x Reader (vampire au)

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI

Count: ~600

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Wanda gazed out the window at the top floor. "How terrible, the villagers just left her at our gates."

Natasha came to peer out the same window, her hand coming to rest on Wanda's waist.

They could see you slowly undoing the loose rope binds at your wrists and legs. The villagers hadn't tied you up too tightly because they knew you were too weak to fight or run against them.

But would you run now that they've dropped you off?

"I kind of like they keep dropping off young maidens at our door," Natasha smirked, her eyes trailing over the white dress they put you in. "Do you think she'll run?"

The young maidens always did, despite knowing that it would be unlikely of them to make it back out alive.

Wanda and Natasha had held the property they lived in for centuries. They owned the remote village, who believed that some deity lived in the property.

They were kind of right. At least that something supernatural lived there. The villagers prayed at the gates and left offerings, only just recently bringing live sacrifices.

It wasn't something Wanda or Natasha asked for. They were recluse beings, hunting for their own food in the dark of the night. The villagers acted like the success or failure of their crops, and livestock depended on them.

It wasn't, but...there was something specific they wanted as of late.

"No," Wanda shook her head, her hand pressed softly against the glass. "She won't run. After all, she's ours. I know she feels the pull too."

And just like Wanda predicted, you uncovered your blindfold slowly and stood up, looking around.

You were scared, that much was sure. They could see your trembling from afar as you stood at the gate, but maybe it's because the villagers hadn't even given you a coat.

The lightest push against the bars gave way, creaking loudly as if to welcome and warn you away.

They watched you walk up the pathway in a hurry, trying to get away from the cold.

"I can smell her from here," Natasha purred, inhaling deeply. "She smells so sweet. I know she's going to taste so fucking good."

Wanda hummed, her mouth pooling with venom as Natasha's fantasies filled her mind.

Natasha painted such a pretty picture with you in their silk sheets—naked, trembling, and wanting. Natasha would be behind you, holding you up and spreading your legs open for Wanda.

There'd already been a couple of bite marks, your blood dripping between your breasts. Natasha imagined Wanda crawling up to you, licking that trail of blood up.

They'd thoroughly debauch you, that white dress nothing more than a mockery of your deflowering.

"Patience, love," Wanda swallowed, trying to clear her mind. "Taking her now will only result in her running away later."

"As if we couldn't catch her," Natasha muttered but sighed as she stood straighter.

"Oh, she'd never escape," Wanda chuckled. "But you know I hate expending my energy on preventable things."

They could hear a knocking at the door.

"Besides," Wanda looked at her reflection in the window, her eyes glowing red. "We just put in so much work to kill their livestocks until they gave us her. The Chief of the village was so greedy hiding his one and only daughter away, wasn't he? And then trying to marry her off to the Chief's son of the neighboring village."

Natasha scoffed. "If that boy comes anywhere near our gates to try to take her back—"

"He won't," Wanda reassured. "After all, everyone thinks she's already died a certain death."

Licking her lips, Wanda turned to Natasha, pressing a long kiss to her lover.

"Now, why don't we make sure our little lamb is all warm behind the scenes until she gets too curious and starts looking for her helpful hosts around the house?"

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[missmonsters2]

I might have an idea if you're interested? what if Reader learns that wanda and natasha have never been trick or treating as kids? The reader enlists tony's help and they come up with a way for them to get that experience. Like they decorate the entire compound, and they get all of the avengers and some of the shield agents to participate including fury. They're all wearing costumes and go trick or treating by going room to room in the compound and they all just have a great time.

I accidentally sent this request to the wrong page I'm so sorry!! 😖

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: Wholesome as fuck with some good laughs.

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"Higher. Higher. Damn it, Tony, what's the point of your suit? HIGHER!"

Tony looked down as he glared at you. He was putting party streamers across the walls while you guided him. Bucky and Steve had been stuck with cobweb and candle duty.

"Why couldn't I just hire people to do this? I'm literally rich," Tony groaned but flew higher.

"Because the magic is in doing shit yourself. It has to be perfect," you insisted as you set out pumpkins and LED lights.

"Right..." Tony drawled. "For your girlfriends."

"Not my girlfriends," you muttered as you looked up and glared at him. "But also it's for your kid, too. Morgan's gonna love it."

"Morgan definitely doesn't give a fuck."

"We'll see about that, tin man."

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"There's something wrong about this, I just don't know what yet," Natasha said as she stood in front of Wanda's giant mirror.

The reflection showed her, Wanda, and you in costumes. You had insisted on dressing up as Peter Pan characters as that was the last movie all three of you watched together.

You as Peter Pan, Wanda as Wendy, and Natasha as Tinkerbell.

"There's nothing wrong," you waved Natasha off as you ushered them out of the room. You had told them tonight would be clubbing night.

"What are we—" Wanda scrunched her brows together as you led them through the kitchen and grabbed some tote bags to shove into their hands.

"The phrase is trick-or-treat, god knows why," you said as you then ushered them down the hallway and turned to the first door—Steve's door.

They looked at you confusedly.

"Go on, knock!" You excitedly smiled at them.

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other before Natasha took the initiative and tapped her knuckles against Steve's door.

It swung open immediately.

Steve was dressed up as an old man, like what he'd look like if he had aged properly instead of being frozen in ice for years.

"Oh, wow, got some nice trick-or-treaters already," Steve croaked and trembled his voice. "What do we have here? Oh, Peter Pan, Wendy, and Tinkerbell. I know that one!"

Natasha squinted her eyes as she curled her lip at Steve's getup while Wanda stared on confusedly.

"Well, what's the magic phrase and I'll give you nice kids some candy," Steve waved his bowl of treats around.

"Please just kick the bucket," Natasha continued to squint and curl her lip at Steve.

Steve's lip twitched as he pressed his head foreward, emphasizing his ear like he hadn't heard.

You nudged Natasha and Wanda, biting your lips and trying to not laugh.

Wanda looked at you, tilting her head before she looked at Steve. She was probably doing that thing she wasn't supposed to be doing, but you'd let her get away with it just this once.

"Trick-or-treat," Wanda said hesitantly as she held up her tote bag towards Steve. He beamed happily at her, tossing in a couple of chocolates and candy into her bag before he looked at Natasha.

It was like an internal battle raged inside Natasha before she reluctantly held her bag out too and said, "Trick-or-treat."

Steve smirked and tossed the same amount of chocolate and candy in her bag before winking at them and shutting his door.

They turned to you, and you couldn't help the excited laugh.

"I know you both never had the chance to do something like this when you were kids, but I think it's a very important part of growth development. Better late than never," you shrugged. "I hope this is okay for tonight's plans."

Wanda was the first to jump into your arms and wrap her arms around you. "Thank you so much," she whispered in your ear. You could sense some sadness in her that Pietro wouldn't get to experience this.

Natasha sighed before she smiled and joined in on the hug, kissing the side of your head. "Thank you," she whispered as well. She seemed lost in thought as she let you go.

"C'mon!" You grinned, grabbing their hands and leading them down to the next door. "I got everyone in on it! Even Fury!"

"That's going to be so good. Let's go to his door first," Natasha smirked.

Suddenly, Vision's head popped through the wall, making you and Natasha jump slightly. "But I'm next door. There is no logical reason to not go in order."

Wanda sighed. "Vision...we talked about this...no phasing through walls."

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[missmonsters2]

OKAY LAST ONE (for now aksjsjs) wandanat x reader - reader and nat bring home a "cute" doll home from a flea market and wanda senses something is wrong with it almost immediately

I felt Wanda hard on this. First of all, why would anyone bring dolls home period!! LOL

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: None, just headassery LOL

Translations: Moja láska (my love), milenka (lover)

Count: < 1k

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You were in trouble.

Well, you and Natasha were in trouble. With Wanda.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" Wanda scolded you two.

You looked at Natasha, and she looked at you through the side of her eyes. Clearly, neither of you wanted to be the one to speak.

But when the silence dragged on too long, and it seemed like Wanda was getting more irate as the seconds passed, you caved.

Damn Natasha, that traitor.

"We just...we thought it looked cute...Natasha thought it'd be a good gift for Morgan."

"You are not giving that to Morgan," Wanda vehemently denied. "Pepper will kill us all if we give her a cursed doll."

"How were we supposed to know if it's cursed!" You whined. "If anything, this is Natasha's fault. I'm just a regular ol' civilian. She's an Avenger."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Natasha hissed at you in disbelief you were trying to throw her under the bus. "It's not like I have magical powers."

"Ah, so Nat's basically saying it's your fault, Wanda, for not coming with us," you nodded sagely.

"That's not—" Natasha sharply looked at Wanda, who had her eyes narrowed. "Moja láska, that's not what I'm saying at all."

Wanda stared at the two of you for a long, sufferable moment before she huffed. "Get. Rid. Of. It. Or else we're all sleeping in separate places tonight."

"But, like, how do we know we haven't already fucked up? What if we try to get rid of it and it just comes back?" You asked, thinking about all the horror movies you've watched.

Natasha jabbed your rib sharply with her elbow.

"Ow—what? It's a real possibility," you glared at Natasha, who glared back at you.

"We'll figure it out," Natasha tried to appease her girlfriend while simultaneously thinking about how to murder her other girlfriend.

Wanda merely narrowed her eyes at you two, suspicious, but eventually walked away.

"Seriously?" Natasha said to you as soon as Wanda walked away. "Just going to throw me under the bus like that when we both thought this doll was cute?"

You shrugged. "Listen, as I said, I'm just a regular ol' civilian. If Wanda punishes me, my weak body wouldn't be able to take it."

"Didn't seem like that last night," Natasha muttered while you smirked.

"Don't be too mad, milenka," you wrapped your arms around Natasha. "I promise to make it up to you as soon as we figure out what to do with this doll."

"Damn right you will," Natasha quirked her brow. "So, what should we do with it?"

You hummed in thought. You were worried if you tried to throw it away, the doll would only come back. You'd end up in even more trouble with Wanda if that happened.

"Leave it in Steve's house?" You suggested.

"Bucky will kill us," Natasha pursed her lips.

"I think you could take Bucky on."

"Of course," Natasha rolled her eyes. "Because you're a—"

"Regular ol' civilian," you finished with a smile and pecked a kiss to Natasha's lips.

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[missmonsters2]

Reader on a haunted trail with friends gets separated from group, meets Soft!Dark Wanda and Dark!Nat 😬 Play with as you wish 😈

Pairing: soft!dark!WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: 18+ as it's a dark drabble, but there's no explicit content. implied bad things happened and will be happening. i'm not saying Nat 🔪 but....

Count: < 1k

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You're not really sure how it happened. You had told your friends to go on ahead as you re-tied up your laces. The path was just one straight trail. Granted, it had a lot of twists and turns, but it was still only one pathway.

Had you taken longer than you thought to tie your shoe? You mulled it over that you had also taken a short break to drink some water and stretch.

You held up your cell, but there was no reception in the area currently.

Not really sure what else you could do, you kept walking, hoping at some point you'd catch up to them.

It was strange. You and your friends have done this trail path many times before. Yet how come it felt like you were lost now?

You walked and walked, and as you rounded a corner, you finally saw people.

"Excuse me!" You called out.

Two women, both with reddish hair, turned to look at you, surprised.

"Hi," You sheepishly said as you walked up to them. "I'm so sorry but have you seen a group of people walk by? There should've been four other women."

"Oh my," one of the redheads said, her hair long and blowing with the soft breeze. "I didn't see anyone, did you, Nat?"

The other woman had blonde highlights at the end of her hair. She frowned as she looked back at you. "Wanda, we've been together the whole time, I didn't see anyone either. Did you guys get separated?"

You sighed. "I think so? I mean, I just stopped for a moment to tie my shoes, drink water, and stretch. We've been on this trail before, so I know it's just one pathway. I'm not sure how I could've lost them."

"Oh dear," Wanda lifted her hand to her mouth. "When was the last time you went on this trail?"

"Um, four months ago?" You thought about it before answering.

"Well, no wonder," Natasha shook her head. "They've built a detour about a mile and a half back. It's hard to see because they haven't put up the signs yet, but the path splits off now to round back to the beginning. It's for more beginner hikers to be able to finish early."

"Oh...I think I totally missed that," you frowned. "I guess I should turn back then. They must've taken the new path."

Just as you were about to turn, Wanda grabbed your arm, surprisingly. Her grip was gentle but firm enough to stop you from going.

"That's almost a 40-minute walk since you're carrying too many things to run," Wanda shook her head. "And what if your friends are already too far? You'll have to walk along for a long time when there's no cell reception in this area."

"It's starting to get dark, and it'll be very dangerous for you to walk on your own," Natasha agreed. "Why don't you finish this hike with us. We have just a little longer left. Wanda and I own a cabin nearby, and there's cell reception there. You can call your friends to let them know you're okay."

You bit your lip, hesitating. Wanda and Natasha were right. Usually, you were much more likely to bump into wild animals at night. But the idea of following two strangers...

"Alternatively, we could walk back with you..." Wanda offered, trying to provide you with a tiny smile to show that she didn't mean any harm.

You felt so bad.

These two women were obviously trying to help you and make sure you didn't get murdered on the way back. If you made them walk back with you, they'd have to walk down the trail again back to their cabin and hopefully not get murdered themselves.

"No," you shook your head. "I'll go back to your cabin and see if I can call my friends. Thank you so much."

The two of them smiled at you as they made room between them for you to walk alongside them.

"No worries at all," Natasha smiled, zipping her coat up higher as if to keep the cold out. "You never know what could be lurking in the woods."

#Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #anon #mm: answered #mm.drabble.wandanat #mm.drabble.nat #mm.drabble.wanda #mm.mydarkfics

[missmonsters2]

Hey can you do a part about what's one little kiss between friends?

-🕳

v. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends?

v: The Innate Knowledge of Natasha

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: Wednesdays are so good because this definitely gets me over hump day LOL this could technically conclude the drabble series but there are so many moments before and between we're missing.

College AU set. Feel free to request the next part in my inbox!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv

Count: ~970

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You doze in and out peacefully on the couch against Natasha as she reads her book. The TV is on quietly in the background, serving only as white noise as neither of you pays attention to it.

The cold season still lingers, and you love being in Natasha's apartment for the warmth of her fireplace.

These days, you find yourself in your own dorm less and less as Natasha convinces you it's much too far when it becomes late.

Natasha finishes the chapter of her book before she decides to call it a night and sets it aside. She glances at the clock and finds it nearing almost midnight and quite predictable that you're falling asleep.

Adjusting the blanket, she absentmindedly starts watching the TV as she strokes the ridges of your palm slowly. The pads of her fingers stroke upwards as she lines your fingers one by one, reveling in the thought that your hands belong to her.

"Nat, that tickles," you mumble sleepily, your eyes not even opening as you flex your hand.

Natasha merely hums but continues to map your hand out, feeling between the webs of your fingers and the softness of your thenar.

Knowing that it's unlikely Natasha will stop any time soon, you reluctantly open your eyes and tilt your head up to peer at the redhead.

Natasha sighs your name as she locks eyes with you, soft and wanting.

"Hm?" You mumble, still distracted and warm, with Natasha fiddling with your fingers.

"Am I your girlfriend? Are you mine?"

You sit up a little straighter, head tilting at Natasha's surprising question.

You suppose it's a fair question. Despite going on a couple of dates and kissing, neither of you had definitively defined anything.

The feelings were there, though. That was obvious enough.

"Do you want to be?" You ask instead.

"Yes," Natasha answers immediately, and the sureness of it takes you aback. "What kind of girl do you take me for?" She says as if you're the hooligan taking no responsibility for her heart.

You stare at Natasha for a long minute, quirking your brow as you rebuttal, "The type to kiss and play around. You forget I've been by your side through all of your hundreds of boyfriends and friends with benefits."

Natasha scrunches her nose and tsks. "Shit, that's right."

The two of you stare at each other for a second before you both burst out in quiet laughter.

"But seriously," Natasha says with a quiet earnestness in her voice. "I know this is new for me since I've only ever been with men, but you're my best friend. There's no one more important to me."

The admittance makes Natasha feel warm. Knowing you since she was 15 and having your friendship during the best and worst times of her life makes you precious to her.

You're the only precious thing to her.

You pinch the ends of your hair, feeling your cheeks warm. "I...never thought I'd be your type. I mean, aside from the obvious lack of male anatomy, I always thought you'd date someone like Carol or Wanda."

The thought of dating Carol and Wanda is a little intriguing for Natasha, but she can't really picture wanting something long-term with them, not the way she does with you. "Why them?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "They're just...in your league, I guess. Carol is confident and smooth and Wanda is graceful and charming. I get upset if I can't find matching socks on a bad day."

Natasha bites her lips to refrain from laughing because it was just last Thursday you had called her in the morning, huffing about your socks. She knows you had a final later in the day and the frustration in your tone sounded like you were on the verge of tears about being unable to find a single matching pair of socks.

Of course, Natasha came over with a neat, clean pair of black socks to soothe you.

She hums. "I think the fact you can call me crying about non-matching socks is confident and charming."

You snort. "And what about smooth and graceful?"

"That would be me," Natasha smirks. "As you can see, we make a perfect pair."

You try to keep your face straight, but your lips twitch and give you away. You shake your head.

"I like you," Natasha quietly confesses. "I like that you know everything about me. I like that you can always find me no matter where I am, which I think is witchcraft and suspicious."

You laugh. "I just have an innate knowledge about you. It's a skill I've developed looking after watching your back since we were 15."

Natasha merely smiles as she leans in. "Oh, yeah?" Her nose brushes against yours, slotting perfectly. "I think your innate knowledge about me needs a little fine tuning."

"On what exactly?" You smile teasingly.

"Yes," Natasha's hand comes up to cup your neck. "You need to pick up when your girlfriend wants to be kissed."

"Interesting. I quite agree," you try to say seriously, but it's so hard when the redhead is openly dorky with you. "Well, since we can't have any inaccuracies, I think it'll be best if we kiss for a really, really long time. Can't be too careful, you see.”

"Good, good," Natasha hums as her lips ghost over yours. "I think mine could use a little fine-tuning too."

"Are you saying we need to double the time of kissing?" You mumble as your hand moves to her waist.

"Mhm," your girlfriend hums. "Can't be too careful. Having the innate knowledge of someone is a phenomenon. Science can't explain it and we can't measure it. I'm thinking we should just kiss until we can't anymore."

You roll your eyes. "Just kiss me, you weirdo."

"Roger that, weirdo number 2."

Part 6

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[missmonsters2]

I would like to request part three of “what’s one kiss between friends” It’s one of my favourite AU’s.

iii. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

iii: party of our own

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: I'm so glad it's your fav AU bc me too. Listening to the song is essential to this drabble.

College AU set. Feel free to request the next part in my inbox!

I've decided I'm into this drabble series and it'll be dubbed What's One Little Kiss Between Friends Wednesday 💘

part i || part ii

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"Hey, beautiful, you alone tonight?"

Natasha barely looked at the guy before she replied with a curt, "No."

"Right…" he answered before he awkwardly slinked away.

The interaction didn't bother Natasha in the slightest. People could tell she wasn't in the mood tonight. She stood in the back, leaning against the wall with a red solo cup in hand with some kind of fruity drink she didn't enjoy.

She looked over in the distance to where Bucky was and grimaced at how he was sucking face with his ex, Dotty. Watching her ex with his own ex wasn't exactly putting her in a good mood.

What was even worse was that her eyes kept drifting back to you.

It seemed tonight was just a night of reuniting with exes.

Natasha watched as you stood there talking with Maria and grimaced behind her cup. Why were you bothering with Maria? Wasn't the first-year disaster with her a testament to how it would never work with her?

In fact, Natasha thought curtly, why was Maria at this party? She didn't even go here anymore. She needed to stick to her own school's frat parties!

Natasha watched as you tilted your head back with a laugh at something Maria said and felt something unpleasant bubble in her stomach. Letting out a sigh, Natasha turned her gaze away again.

"Hey."

Natasha snapped her head back. You were standing in front of her, eyes slightly hazy and hair mussed. You were holding a red solo cup that you put into her hands as you took hers away.

"What are you—"

"You don't like fruity drinks, right? Brought you tequila. Would've gotten you vodka but they've only got the shit that's in a plastic bottle and that's just not right."

Natasha can't help but snort, the tips of her ears flushing as she takes a swig.

"So, what's got you moping in the back all alone here? It's very rare of you to be a wallflower. Finally sick of the frat parties?" You smirked at her.

Natasha merely scoffed before sucking in her bottom lip lightly to bite down on when she could see your teasing expression.

"Maybe," was all Natasha could tragically offer.

Then, you're grabbing her hand, and Natasha feels something flutter, and it's arguable worse than having her ears flush.

"Good, I'm over it tonight too," you said as you pulled her through the crowd, not paying mind to the people who'd greet Natasha. "Watching Steve step on Sharon's toes and her being so into it is too horrid to watch any longer." You slightly turned back to give Natasha a grin as you down the rest of her fruity drink.

Natasha found herself chuckling as you grabbed the tequila bottle off the table along with the grapefruit soda.

You led her up the stairs, trying to not trip over the groups of people sitting and chatting—or making out. The first door you opened turned out to have a random couple enthusiastically going at it.

"Oh—" Natasha started to say and tried her best to refrain from laughing when you shushed with a smile before quietly shutting the door.

It feels like an adventure trying to find an empty room in this frat house until you finally give up and open the hallway closet filled with random cleaning supplies and half-folded towels.

You pulled Natasha inside along with you, shutting the door behind her as the two of you slink down to the floor. You turn on your phone flashlight and dim it to the lowest setting.

It was hardly enough to see anything in full detail, but the two of you liked it like this—soft with a reason to be closer.

You had noticed Natasha staring at you throughout the party. It had elated you to have her attention. Then you noticed how Bucky had been just a couple of feet behind you, and you couldn't help but feel your stomach crumble.

But none of that mattered when it was just the two of them, and you didn't want to spend the time humming and hawing who Natasha was staring at when she was looking at you now.

So, you let the alcohol flow through you. You allowed the alcohol to remove any filter from your brain and talked about everything that came to mind.

The two of you talked about the people at the party, about the after-class activities that you both sorely wished you could drop if it wouldn't look so good on your resumes. You talked about how fast time seemed to fly, and you'd both be graduating this year, and despite that, it feels like neither of you really know what you're doing.

You talk and talk until it feels like you both are breathless, warm on tequila, and music pounding from outside the door.

And then the last two kisses you've shared jump into your mind. You stared at Natasha with her flushed cheeks and lazy smile, and you suddenly believed that being drunk was amazing.

Being drunk brought divinations! Like how you don't want chaste kisses anymore. You want to kiss the fuck out of her. You want to follow Bucky's suit and make out like your life depended on it.

You leaned across the space, nose bumping against Natasha's. She smelled like vanilla and tequila, and you loved it.

"Hey."

"Hey," Natasha breathed before she swallowed.

You hovered because there wasn't really any reason to kiss. There was no point to prove and no comfort needed, and you refused to merely chalk it up to being drunk.

"How much have you had to drink?" Natasha asked her breath on your lips.

"Enough to be brave and admit I want it but sober enough that I can tell you I won't change my mind tomorrow," you replied.

"Perfect," Natasha muttered before she surged forward to catch your lips assiduously, gripping the back of your neck.

And just like that, chaste kisses were out the window.

Part 4

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[missmonsters2]

hii can i pls request part 2 to the collage au with nat, “What's one little kiss between friends?"

But of course !!

ii. What’s One Little Kiss Between Friends

ii: comfort by the fireplace

Part 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: Drabble. College AU set. Feel free to request the next part !

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Natasha’s grandmother may have been the sole shining light for the redhead before you came into her life.

The old woman was boisterous and warm, nothing like Natasha’s mother, who was reserved and poised, or her father, who was cold and strict.

So, of course, it was only natural for Natasha to feel like her world became a little dimmer when her grandmother passed away.

The funeral was somber, something Natasha said her grandmother would’ve hated. She tried to make up for it by staying much longer after everyone left to give a real eulogy that her grandmother would’ve loved.

You stand by Natasha the entire time, holding her hand tightly because that’s what best friends do. You keep her company through the wake when she must stand for hours on end as people who mean nothing to her greet her and tell her they’re sorry for her loss right before they try to ask about her family’s business.

You keep her company by staying the night at her massive family estate house across the hall, even though the place makes your skin crawl.

Now, you lie in a bed that doesn’t belong to you and is much too soft to be comfortable with silk sheets you’re not used to.

And you can’t sleep.

It’s nothing more than a gut feeling if anything. An intuition that you’ve somehow developed over the years.

Knowing that the feeling won’t go away, you let out a huff of breath as you get up, silently opening your bedroom door. You walk past Natasha’s room without a second thought as you carefully walk down the cold steps to the main floor.

The library was located in the far back, the doors just barely open as you peek inside. Just like your gut feeling said, you could see Natasha seeing in front of the fireplace on the lush fur carpet.

You carefully entered in, shutting the door quietly as you joined her. You plopped down, shoulder bumping against hers as you nestled in.

Without any words, Natasha shared her blanket with you, huddling you into her warmth and sadness.

You don’t say anything; you’re not really sure what you could say.

“Why are you up?” Natasha asked softly.

“You’re up,” you mumbled as if it was a sufficient answer, but Natasha seemed to understand.

Silence fell between the two of you again.

The only thing you could do was slip your arm around Natasha’s as you laced your fingers together. The actions speak louder than anything, and it makes Natasha spill things to you that she could never tell anyone else.

“I think my grandmother was the only saving grace that kept me from becoming like my parents. Spending the one week I usually got with her in the summer was always a reminder that I could be more than my parents—that in my DNA, there was more than being cold and efficient,” Natasha muttered quietly as she stared into the fireplace. “Now she’s gone and I’m—worried. What if I become like my parents?”

You wondered what the hell Natasha’s even talking about. You’re confused as hell because what does she mean by cold? You could testify right now that her hands were warm, that her body heat was better than anything the fireplace could do. Everything about Natasha Romanoff was warm.

But you’ve met Natasha’s parents—and there’s a part of you that understands why Natasha worries.

You gripped her hand a little tighter.

“Nat,” you mutter quietly, just for her ears. “Your grandmother was a lovely person, you definitely take after her. Even if she’s gone, you’re still going to be that person you want to be because it’s you. You’re the one who decides if you’re going to be more or not. You’re the one who always decides to be warm, kind, sarcastic, lively, and funny. You decide when to be reserved and efficient. These things you’re worried about, they’re not bad things because you’re a good person. You’re nothing like your parents, do you understand me?”

Natasha merely turned her head as she stared at you, the fireplace reflecting in the corner of her eyes. Something inside her chest vaguely feels choked and tangled up, threatening to crawl its way into her throat.

The truth of the matter is that Natasha isn’t too worried that she’ll turn into her parents with her grandmother gone. After all, she has you. As long as she has you, she’ll be okay.

But Natasha needed something more—her eyes flickered down to your lips.

That’s right, Natasha thought distantly as she leaned over.

What’s one little kiss between friends?

Your lips are soft—sweet, even. But there’s something else. Something that can’t be tasted and only felt in Natasha’s heart.

Comfort. Reassurance.

Your eyes fluttered open when Natasha pulled back, and she wondered if she’d have to explain or apologize. But you merely sigh with content as you rest your head against her shoulder.

“Are you tired?” Natasha asked softly.

You hummed. “Yes, but let’s fall asleep here. It’s way better than the posh bed upstairs.”

Part 3

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[missmonsters2]

I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!

I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).

message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪

Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO

Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺

I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

i: underneath the bleachers

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"Where's Natasha?"

You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?

"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.

You frowned.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.

But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'

As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.

You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.

"Where you going?" Bucky asked

"To find Nat."

"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.

"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.

"What? How?"

"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.

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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.

You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.

You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.

"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.

"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.

"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.

"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.

"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.

"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.

Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."

You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.

You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.

"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."

No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.

You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.

"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.

You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.

"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.

The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"

Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?

"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."

What the fuck was she saying.

You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."

That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."

You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.

"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.

It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.

"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"

Part 2

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[missmonsters2]

natasha is dating the newest enhanced avenger whose nightmares come to life. one night the team watches a zombie movie and they have a nightmare based off of it and the team has to face a fuckton of zombies all while nat tries to convince r that it’s not real to get it to go away

I love zombie movies but my favorite is warm bodies bc i'm a cheeseball

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: none. Nat being cute tho.

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The last couple of nights haven't been too good for you sleep-wise. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, huffing slightly. It was apparent in the dark circles that were slowly forming under your eyes.

"Everyone is in the common room waiting for you, if you are ready," FRIDAY's voice came through.

"Yeah, you can tell them I'm on my way out," you said.

You were a little nervous. Apparently, in the Avengers' downtime, they watched movies together every week. This was your first week joining as Natasha finally mustered up the courage to ask you out.

Previous to that, you were rather a loner. It wasn't anything personal. You were just still adjusting to your powers. But Natasha had asked you to join tonight, and you didn't want to disappoint her.

Everyone smiled at you as you came out, and you felt a little bad you had been avoiding them despite them just wanting to help you. You gave a small smile back as you took a seat next to Natasha.

It was still new, just a few dates here and there, but it was going well.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hiya," you said back, your smile widening.

"You okay?" Natasha asked as she studied your face. You wondered if she could see your dark circles.

"Yeah, just a little tired," you waved it off. "I'll probably go to sleep right after this."

"You sure?" Natasha bit her lip, feeling bad she asked you to come.

You hummed as you laced your fingers together and squeezed her hand gently.

It was a zombie movie tonight. You've never seen it before, but you could hardly remember the title. It was adrenaline-inducing, though. With the big screen TV and surround sound system, it felt like you were really immersed.

The night ended without a hitch, and you found yourself having fun.

"Goodnight," Natasha smiled as she leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"Night," you smiled, your heart fluttering before entering your room.

You sighed, tired as fuck as you crawled into your sheets. You were out before your head hit the pillow.

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"Baby, wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open, and up sat up, dazed, alarmed, and confused. You sat up, nearly screaming as there were bodies on the floor. It was rotting and decaying, making noises you definitely didn't like.

"What the fuck is happening as you looked around the room. Everyone was in there with you, trying to hold off what they could while Tony was having FRIDAY lock down your room.

"We stayed up to play some cards but all of these things appeared an hour after you left!" Steve said as he used his shield to cut one of the zombies down.

"I—" You started to say but felt your breath quickening.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart," Natasha placed her hand on your shoulder as she tried to calm you down. "It's okay. It's not real. It's just—it's you. Your powers..."

"That means it is real," you snapped back, and you didn't even have time to feel bad about it when the zombies on the floor were reassembling back together and getting up.

"You need to make it go away," Natasha pleaded with you. "You can do it."

Natasha kept saying reassurances to you as you forced yourself to take deep breaths until you could focus.

Soon, the zombies began to disintegrate, fading away until there was nothing left.

Everyone slumped down with a huff of relief.

"Oh, thank god, I don't think we could've held off the hoard behind the room," Wanda sighed but gave you a smile to let you know she wasn't upset or anything.

"I'm so sorry," you said, horrified and eyes wide. "I—I don't know—"

"It was probably just the movie," Steve said, giving you that same reassuring smile. "Natasha said you looked pretty tired. Dreaming of zombies, I'm assuming?"

You gave a weak nod.

"S'okay. Shit happens," Bucky said nonchalantly, giving you a thumbs up with his metal arm. It was kind of silly.

"But definitely no more horror movies until you've gotten a good eight hours of sleep," Tony cocked his brow at you, smirking.

"Sorry," you sheepishly said, but everyone waved it off as they began to pile out your room.

"You okay?" Natasha said as she used her sleeve to wipe away some of the damp sweat on your forehead.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Thanks for waking me up."

"Of course," Natasha leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Are you gonna go back to sleep?"

You nodded. "I'm going to try."

"Would you...want some company?" Natasha bravely asked, and you looked at her. "I mean, I promise we'll just sleep!" She added hurriedly.

You smiled, thinking about how you had such a wonderful team and, hopefully, a wonderful girlfriend soon.

You nodded. "I hope you're not a blanket hogger."

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[missmonsters2]

natasha sent on a mission to kill a werewolf!r but not knowing anything besides “a monster is terrorizing a town” and then being shocked to find r as a person during the day and living a normal life and just trying to get by. then nat has to decide to go through w the mission or leave r alone

It's a little questionable on the lots of fluff end but it was still nice...I think LOL sorry, I'm starting to lump similar requests together!!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: nadda

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Natasha had never seen anything so gruesome. It was so visceral, and the fact you hadn't screamed at the top of your lungs was something Natasha both admired and was terrified of.

The noise of your bones breaking and reforming was something Natasha wasn't sure she'd ever forget.

Werewolves were not beautiful beings, and yet, Natasha was mesmerized by your form and lush mane.

It all made sense now. Why you avoided Natasha—why you were gone for a few days every month. Even despite Natasha's attempts to get closer to you, you were always friendly but distant.

But the problem of it all was that Natasha had her orders to kill whatever was terrorizing the town. And you were the only creature she's encountered thus far.

Still, Natasha couldn't bring herself to believe it was you. She remembered how you were when it was not a full moon. There's something sharp about you, but you were quiet, charming, and quick-tongued. You braided flower crowns for the children in the village.

It couldn't be you.

Yet, there's no irrefutable evidence it wasn't you.

You stared at her, your eyes glowing under the full moon. Your breath was visible in the air, and Natasha was hyper-aware of your large teeth.

"I don't want to believe it's you," Natasha said slowly, trying to hide her trembling fingers. "But something has been killing the village people."

You curled your lip at her, looking like you were going to snarl at her, but the only thing that came out was a disgruntled growl. Walking slowly to her on your haunches, Natasha tried to not cower at how you towered over her.

When you stood before her, you stared down, eyes still glowing, but there was so much depth to them. You held out your paw that was so human-like but also furry and sharp.

It was an obvious gesture.

Do you trust me?

Natasha knew she shouldn't. But she did.

Placing her hand in yours, she blinked at how warm it was.

You held Natasha's hand up for a moment before dropping it, falling onto all fours like a wolf would. You looked behind at her expectantly.

Natasha cautiously placed her hands on your back, surprised at how soft your fur was. She slowly climbed on, hoping this was what you wanted and wouldn't throw her off. When she settled, she gripped at your mane to stay on as you took off.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, but you merely looked up, and Natasha could swear she saw you roll your eyes.

Right, you couldn't speak human words in this form.

"Are you...are you going to show me that it's not you hurting the villagers?" Natasha asked. This time, she got a nod.

The ride is mostly silent; Natasha bent forward, her face in your fur as you carry her. In her mind, Natasha's already decided you're not the killer since you're leading her to somewhere with irrefutable proof. After all, there was no need to trick Natasha to come with you to only then kill you. You could've killed her right after you transformed. Natasha had been unarmed, following you on a whim.

"I want to be closer," Natasha admits, knowing your sensitive ears have picked up her quiet words. "Now that there's no secrets, I want to know you."

You don't say anything, obviously because you can't, but Natasha took the fact that you hadn't broken your stride that perhaps that was an answer in itself. A good answer.

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