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[hiiraya]

it matters to me

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pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader; tony stark x reader (platonic) words: 0.6k warnings: mentions of weapons, arguing requested: nope :3 a/n: based on this because it made me giggle

Wandering around the compound looking around for you was definitely not how Natasha wanted to spend her Sunday morning; in fact, if it wasn't for her need to be wrapped up in your embrace for a few moments before she could truly start her day, she would very much still be laying in her comfy bed. Natasha hears you long before she lays her eyes on you, and she waits in the background to see what was so important that you had to leave her all alone in bed just to talk to Tony. "Are you being serious?"

"It's not a big deal, Y/N, I just don't think it matters." There's an affronted look on you face when she finally catches a glance at you, arms crossed over you chest as you sit across the man you've grown to love as a brother. "They're lying to people, and making them believe that what they're teaching to others is true, and you don't care?" Tony sighs as he throws his head back, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. 
"One- they're not technically lying." He says, tapping his fingers on the hardwood table separating the two of you. "Two- so what if they are? Like I said before, it's not a big deal, Y/N/N. And three- you can argue with me all you want, it still doesn't matter to me." Natasha's never seen you look this exasperated so early in the morning, but she can tell that Tony's clearly enjoying toying with you, and despite not knowing what the conversation between the both of you was truly about, she knows that Tony's only objective is to rile you up. The moment is short lived however when you suddenly rise from your chair, a gun materialising from seemingly nowhere, pointed at the older man. "The two main characters in a show called 'veggie tales' are fruits and that doesn't matter to you?" Tony only raises his hands in response, which only seems to annoy you more. "It's not a big deal?" "Y/N, give me the gun!" You both look at her when she makes herself known, hand held out towards you as she looks at you expectantly. "I wasn't actually going to shoot him!" "Now." She hears you mumble under your breath how the show is stupid anyway as you place your weapon in her hand, your bottom lip jutting out slightly as you look at her.

She can never stay mad at you when you look at her like that; and she knows that you know that she can never stay mad at you when you look at her like that (and you play it to your advantage every time, damn you).

If the look on you face tells her anything as you flip Tony off when he waves you off with a smug look on his face, mumbling that it just makes no sense that a cucumber and a tomato are the main characters when they're so clearly fruits on show about vegetables, Nat! She knows she's in for a long morning. "And you." She says, pointing a finger to the man unable to hide the amusement on his face. "Stop pushing their buttons, you know they won’t focus on anything else but this for the next week." As he voices out an apology, Natasha grabs your face in her hands, slowly guiding you to look at her. "Now we are going back to bed, you owe me cuddles for sneaking out to argue with Tony about fruits and vegetables, understood?"

She watches you search her eyes for any sign to say that she was actually upset with you, a satisfied grin appearing on your face when you find none.

"Yes ma'am."

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[dangerdayyys]

What about Wukong being a drama queen over a minor inconvenience?

oh my gosh YES wukong drama queen is canon because i say so

*reblogs are greatly appreciated!!*

word count: 515

summery: MK is helping Wukong drive. They run into Friday night traffic. shenanigans ensue

"Come ON Monkey King, you had to learn this eventually!"

He knew. And he certainly didn't want to. I mean, he could summon his somersault (why its it spelled so weird) cloud and be over the horizon in an instant! And the kid knew that, so why was he stuck in Megapolis rush hour traffic? On a Friday night for that matter!!

Wukong laid his head gently on the steering wheel, exhaling with defeat. The traffic line stretched on for ages, and he could barely see the light that shone from the traffic signals. You'd think for as modern as Megapolis is, they would have a better traffic system.

"Xiaooootiaaaaan," Wukong whined. "Why aren't people movinggggg. We've been here so long my tail is going to fall off." He swished his tail infront of his protegee's face, causing the young man to splutter and spit out a mouthful of monkey fur.

"Well, thats Megapolis for ya!" Xiaotian said, with an air of pride in his voice. He propped his feet up onto the dashboard. "We might be here a while. This spot get real bad at this time. Did you bring snacks? Please tell me you brought snacks."

As a matter of fact, Sun Wukong had not packed snacks. Not even a single bag of peach chips, which was a real shocker. He decided not to bring them, so the kid could be hungry enough for Pigsys Noodles. And they would have been there already if they just used his somersault cloud and oh my gods why wasn't this line moving.

Wukong let out a groan and bashed his head into the steering wheel. This was taking too long and it was boring and he was hungry as shit.

And the Great Sage was going to do something about it.

"Xiaotian. Get out of the car."

The young protegee stared at his mentor with a look of bewilderment.

"Monkey King, this is my car."

Wukong proceeded to give his student a side eye so intense it might as well have been received by the Jade Empower himself.

"Fine, you can stay in the car," the Great Sage said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Just make sure the doors are locked when I step out, okay?"

"Monkey King...?" Xiaotian asked, his voice wavering with laughter and apprehension.

The auburn monkey flashed one of his trademark grins as he hoisted the car over his head, ignoring the indignant screeches of his student. Using his staff, he vaulted himself, the car, and his student out of traffic and into the air. Sun Wukong could hear Xiaotian screaming nonsense from inside the car, but he'd be fine! it was only a couple hundred feet in the air. No biggie!

The car landed with a loud crash outside of Pigsy's Noodles. Pigsy was diffidently going to kill him for the noise. At least he parallel parked. A Great Sage has standards, after all. Xiaotian slowly opened the car door and promptly landed flat on the pavement.

"Monkey King," Xiaotian panted, his voice hoarse from screaming. "We had to drive four more blocks."

Oops.

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[hiiraya]

new year’s day

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pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

words: ~817

warnings: just some midnight fluff

requested: nope :p

a/n: here's to 2022, may it be nicer to us all. stay safe and happy reading!  ♡

It's cold when you step outside.

Natasha looped her arm around yours as you carefully shuffled down the stoop of your best friend's apartment building.

"Text me when you guys get home!"

"Will do," You call out, waving with your free hand. They knew that the two of you were leaving early to avoid the messy clean up - glitter and candle wax were everywhere on the hardwood floor - but they also knew that you two wanted to enter the new year with just each other.

"Happy new year, doofus!"

You laugh at the fuck you! and middle finger your best friend responds with before they wish you a happy new year too.

Natasha laughed softly at your interaction, shaking her head in amusement as she tugged on your arm to start your trek home.

The cold air stung your cheeks, pulling your scarf up closer to your face before turning your head to look at Natasha. She let you adjust the beanie she had on, humming appreciatively at your gesture.

Walking around Queens, especially at this time of night in the cold, always made the walk home seem longer. You never minded though, not when Natasha was by your side.

Natasha squeezed your arm three times as you walked side by side, grabbing your attention. Wordlessly, you smiled at the fond expression on her countenance, before pulling her closer to your side.

The way she showed you love was anything but simple. You could only hope that you could show her even an ounce of what she made you feel.

But you knew what she was trying to say with those squeezes. You could your heart grow three times larger in your chest at the thought.

"Y/N."

You hum, holding the arm in your grip closer to your chest.

"Promise me you'll stay."

The air around you shifted as you slowed to a stop, looking at your lover curiously. You felt the weight of her words before she could say more.

Natasha chewed on her bottom lip, looking straight ahead at the empty street. You watched her jaw clench and unclench from beside her, wanting to massage the furrow in her brow away.

Your girlfriend was a master of disguise, you knew that she'd lived a thousand lives (maybe even more) before she'd even met you, and yet here she was.

Tongue-tied.

"Promise me right now that I don't ever have to worry about you become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhere."

You felt the world stop when her gaze finally met yours, worry settling deep in your bones at the sight of watery eyes.

"Oh honey," You exhale. You hated seeing her upset. "Even when you're feeling lost, or scared, and you feel like turning away, I'll stay."

Natasha wiped at her eyes, sniffling quietly before letting her head drop onto your shoulder.

"Even when it's hard, or wrong, or we're making tons of mistakes," You smile, feeling your throat closing up with the overwhelming devotion and reverence you felt for Natasha. "I want all the midnights with you that you're willing to share."

You press one kiss to her forehead - I'm not going anywhere.

And another - You are everything to me.

And another - I love you.

"Three! Two! One! Happy new year!"

The cheers echo across throughout the virtually empty street, as everyone celebrates the ending and beginning of another year. It works in breaking the silent reverie that's blanketed you and Natasha.

You find it hard to believe that you've made it this far, that you've managed to stick around this many rotations around the sun.

You think about where you've been, all the places you've still yet to go, and everything you've still yet to experience.

You think about all the people you've loved and lost along the way, promising yourself to remember that the heartache won't last forever, not when there was so much love shared.

You pushed away the melancholy feeling that threatened to rise within you, blinking back the tears and instead focusing on the tenderness of the moment with Natasha.

There was a time for pensiveness later. Right now, all your attention was on your girlfriend.

"Hey," You say in a hushed tone.

Natasha tilts her head up, her arms coming to circle around your waist. You watch her eyes glance at your lips, and you laugh breathily at the blush that appears when she realises you caught her looking.

You weren't sure when was the last time you felt so at peace.

You store the sight of Natasha, flushed cheeks and bright eyes, deep in your memory, knowing you'll hold it close to your heart forever.

When you cup Natasha's cheeks in your hands, her lips meet yours  halfway, your heart fluttering in your chest as you focused on how soft she was against your mouth.

"Happy new year's, my love."

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[hiiraya]

tangled (in you)

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pairing: robin buckley x reader words: ~1,109 warnings: gay panic, hair cuts requested: anon, this one's for you! a/n: to have a girl run her fingers through my hair rn – i made it into a hc because my brain is going brrrr every time i try to write, so i hope that’s okay! happy reading everyone! thank you again for 600 ♡

It’s the summer of ’86 when Robin comes to you with a request.

“Robin, are you sure want me to cut your hair?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, you’re like the only person I trust in this town not to mess with my hair.”

She gives you a pointed look to emphasise her point, letting you know that she’s not going to accept ‘no’ as an answer.

She didn’t think anything of her request in the moment, but you two had  been friends for long enough that she knows you wouldn’t do anything to mess with her, especially with something as important as hair.

So, when you reluctantly agree, but not before pointing out that if you hate it, you can’t say shit because I’m not a hair dresser! she promises to treat you to lunch after as payment.

It started off innocently enough. You pulled her into your bathroom as soon as she arrived at your house, yelling to your family that you and Robin were going to be using the bathroom for the next few hours.

She couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled from her chest at the different scissors and combs and towels you had set up over the sink.

“Isn’t this a little overkill, Y/N?”

You huffed and pointed out to her that it was your first time cutting anyone’s hair and you’d rather be overly prepared than scrambling around trying to find whatever you needed while she sat there with a half-done haircut.

“I will shave your head if you make fun on my set up.”

With a towel wrapped around her shoulders, you made her lean back so that her neck was resting on the lip of the sink, her hair falling into the bowl as you hovered over her. It was safe to say that this was precisely the moment she realised why people always said that washing someone’s hair was as intimate as a gesture could get.

“You’re getting the full salon experience, so just sit back and let me work.”

You tempered with the water, making sure it was just the right temperature before starting to soak her hair, making sure every lock was thoroughly wet.

You took your time in shampooing and conditioning her hair, running your fingers through her hair in a lulling manner. She was almost certain that you were trying to make her fall asleep but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

All she could do was stare up at you while you rinsed her hair, finding the look of concentration on your face endearing, lower lip caught between your teeth as you furrowed your brows while you tried to keep the water from falling into her eyes.

That brings her to her current dilemma. Sitting on a stool in front of your bathroom mirror, trying (but ultimately failing) to keep blood from rushing to her cheeks at the proximity of your bodies cramped in your houses’ tiny bathroom.

She’s most definitely starting to regret her decision to let you cut her hair, but the chance to back out had long passed, a considerable amount of her hair already on the floor.

You’d remained unaware to her internal predicament so far throughout the haircut, diligently cutting her hair and checking in every now and then to make sure she was okay with the new length of her hair.

You had stood behind her for a majority of her haircut, crouching over to snip away at her hair. She expected you to be standing the whole time, and for the most part you were. Until it came time to cut her bangs.

Seeing that you couldn’t find a comfortable enough position to bend in front of her, you pushed her knees apart, resting your knee between her legs and on the stool she was sitting on.

You were close enough that she could rest her hands on your waist to keep you steady but thought otherwise, instead keeping them by her sides.

You manage to get a few snips in before she starts to squirm in her seat. You stumble a little, hands flying to back of her neck to steady yourself and to get her to stop moving before both of you fall off the stool.

“Hold still, Buckley, I don’t wanna mess up.”

She bites her tongue to stop herself from saying that she can’t hold still, not when her body keeps honing in on the way that your hand is still on her neck while you brush her bangs forward, or the fact that you knee is still between her legs.

She can’t see you, but it doesn’t stop the her heart from racing with all the little touches you’re giving her.

You pause once again a moment later, and Robin realises that it’s because she’s been quiet for a little too long when you lean back to look at her. Your hands slide to cup her jaw, thumbs stroking her cheeks as you look at her with mild concern.

“You alright, Robin?”

Her mouth wants to blurt out “yeah, it’s just you’ve been cutting my hair for an hour now, and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck.”

But luckily for her her brain doesn’t let her embarrass herself in front of you, hiding her almost slip-up with a cough, shifting in her seat once more as she nods her head.

“Just getting restless from sitting down.”

By the way you tip your head to the side lets her know that you don’t fully believe her, but you don’t push any further.

She gets through the next few minutes as you finish up her bangs, taking one last look before rising back up to your full height, satisfied with your work.

“Have a look.”

She looks at the mirror, glad that she could shift her attention to something that wasn’t you. She runs her fingers through her shorter locks, watching you looking at her through the mirror in anticipation.

“We can always go get it fixed professionally if you don-“

“It’s fine, Y/N/N, you did a great job.”

Your shoulders drop in relief as you stand behind her again, hands gently squeezing her shoulders as you rest your head on top of hers.

“Can we go get lunch now? That stressed me out so much, it made me hungry.”

She laughs and helps you clean up before you two make your way to the mall, the only thing on her mind being how on earth was she going to tell her best friend that she might have a crush on her.

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[hiiraya]

you are my sunshine (rewrite)

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~1,793

warnings: angst, mentions of injuries, character death

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a/n: i just realised i hadn't posted since my birthday! I figured i should get something out to you guys before the month ends so here's a rewrite from my old account bc uni is currently turning my brain into mush. happy reading!! ♡

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

It was obvious to everyone around you that you were more of a lover than a fighter.

It was easy – a little too easy sometimes – for you to get lost in your Imagination, dreaming away to your hearts content if nothing in the real world could hold your attention for more than a few minutes.

The fact that you were the type of person who would do anything for anyone when they asked, or just simply because you could didn’t help your case at all.

For the most part you did it to be nice and helpful to the team, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say that it was also so a certain witch who held your heart would come up to you whenever she needed help with something.

But you weren’t going to admit that just yet. 

-

They always wondered how you did it.

You know that they would never ask it to your face, but you could see how they questioned how easily you could get side-tracked by your imagination, or how you could stay so optimistic and be dreaming of better days when it seemed like the whole world was against you.

After going through so much hurt and suffering, they would’ve thought that you’d turn hard and emotionless, giving up on the world that had given you every reason to stop believing in those who lived in it.

But against all odds, you kept the childlike joy and passion they were sure you would’ve lost years ago. They knew they had.

You were the one Peter would go to when he needed cheering up because he was told that he wasn’t allowed on a mission with the team (not just yet, Tony would kill you if gave the kid false hope, but you always told him that the time will come).

You were the one Bucky would seek out whenever life became a little too much to handle, because you knew just what to say without him having to say a word. “You are more than the sum of your mistakes, Buck.”

You were the one Natasha went to when she wanted someone to talk to just because she knew that she could tell you anything and you would listen, no questions asked.

You were the one they went to simply because they wanted to witness life through your eyes and see that there was still hope and goodness left in this world.

I dreamed I held you in my arms

You pined after her.

Oh boy, did you pine for her.

You dreamed of worlds where she was yours and the both of you were happy; worlds where no one thought of her as a monster, where everyone she’s ever loved was safe; where you could show her just how ethereal and radiant, she was in your eyes.

You dreamed of a world where you made Wanda feel so happy and loved, that she forgets about all the hurt and pain this earth had put her through.

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

As all dreams do, they end, and unfortunately for you, as much as you loved to dream, nothing every came of them.

Those dreams would never become reality. And maybe it was because you were scared of being rejected, of being ridiculed- whatever the reason was that you gave to convince yourself that she could never know.

You don’t know.

You would always be just a friend to her.

So, of course, when you had finally worked up enough courage to do something about your feelings for Wanda after the whole mess that was Ultron, Vision had beaten you to it.

And now it was too late.

Because he was the one who could be there for her in the ways you wanted to. The one who could hold her and kiss her and treat her like you wanted to. The one she would come home to at the end of the day.

But luckily for you (was it luck or was it just a cruel twist of fate?) there was no one else but you that could calm her down.

Whenever the world got a little too loud, you would let her into your mind, conjuring up the few peaceful moments from your life that you held close to you, just for her to see, letting her ground herself back to reality while you sang to her softly.

It was in those moments that you knew, that yes, she had him, you were an irreplaceable part of her life too.

So, I bowed my head and I cried.

Even though everyone had dubbed you as the happy-go-lucky Avenger, you still had those moments where you broke down in the solitude of your room.

You tried hard to convince yourself that you would be fine seeing her with him, but deep down you knew that it broke you down little by little each time you saw Wanda being happy with someone that wasn’t you.

It was a selfish thought to have, and you knew it, so you tried to keep it locked away in the back of your mind.

Without realizing, you had built walls around your mind whenever she was around, letting her in just enough to calm her down but never enough to let her know what you were truly feeling.

You are my sunshine

You found it funny when you found out that people thought of you as the personal sunshine of the Avengers.

If only they knew about your own personal sunshine.

Wanda helped shape you into the person you were, acting as your own personal ray of sunshine that kept you going, shining just as bright as her to keep her happy and shining.

And if she shone a little brighter whenever you would call her your sunshine, then you would continue to call her that for as long as you could.

My only sunshine

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you could play the piano.” She said with surprise.

The two of you were hanging out in your room when she noticed the piano tucked away in the corner of the room.

You hadn’t mentioned it to anyone before, Tony got it for you when you had mentioned to him that you missed playing when you first joined the team, and if you were being honest, you hadn’t touched it since then.

“That’s because I don’t play it much anymore.” You shrugged as you looked over at the instrument, getting off of your bed and crossing the room to sit on the worn-out seat.

“Can you play for me?”

“Anything for you, sunshine.”

Play the opening chords to your favorite lullaby, you looked at her with such longing and want before forcing your gaze away so she couldn’t see your eyes as you started to sing.

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You look up at her from you place on her lap, where your head is resting against her legs as she ran her fingers through your hair, offering you the best smile she could muster.

You couldn’t tell if it was real or not.

She looks so beautiful, and she doesn’t even know it.

With the sun shining high and bright behind her, chestnut locks framing her face, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone told you that you were looking right at an angel.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Maybe it was because you had fully convinced yourself that she would never feel the same way for you that you had missed on the forlorn gazes she sent your way.

Wanda couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something. Especially when she realized that you had started to block her from going further into your head whenever you let her in your mind as easily as she could before Vision and her had announced that they were together.

She couldn’t help but think back to all the times you would retreat back into your room after she walks into the room with the android; how your light would start to dull when she would bring him up in your conversations; how you seemed to smile less whenever he was around.

She didn’t know what was worse, to lose him or to lose you.

She wouldn’t be able to have a choice in the matter anyway.

You’d never tell her how you felt about her - you hated the feeling of separating people. Simply put, you just didn’t have the heart to say something and ruin the friendship between you and Wanda, or the relationship she had with Vision.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

“I’m sorry I won’t be there to calm you down, sunshine.” You murmur softly, (e/c) meeting shining emerald ones.

“Don’t say that (Y/N/N). It’s okay,” She says, shaking her head. “Everything’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.”

You ignore her words for the first time as your breath hitches in your throat, wincing as she presses her hand harder against the wound on your stomach.

It wasn’t supposed to end this way. Just a simple recon mission to go into an abandoned Hydra base and gather intel that turned out to be a trap to lure your team in.

You were blindsided. All of you were.

“I’m sorry I can’t make this better. I’m sorry that I won’t be there to cheer you and the rest of the team up when you get back home. Tell them I’m sorry that I couldn’t say goodbye.” You manage to get out between breaths.

You had to get your apologies out now before it was too late.

Before there was no breath left in you to apologize to the one woman you swore to yourself you would never hurt.

The one woman you would love no matter what.

“We’re going to get you out of here, (Y/N). Just hold on for me.” She begs desperately, tears starting to stream down her cheeks as she lifted her head to shout for help.

You reach your hand up to cup her cheek, pulling her back down to look at you before you start humming the familiar tune you would sing to her after a rough night of nightmares.

Placing her hand over yours, she leaned into your touch, refusing to accept the fact that you were slipping away right in front of her eyes.

An anguished sob left her mouth while her tears fell harder as she watched you close your eyes for the last time, gasping for air as she manages to choke out the last line.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

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[hiiraya]

one last dance (rewrite)

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~1,580

warnings: a little angst to get me back into writing

requested: nope :p

a/n: i took a not-so-mini break bc writer's block hit me like a tank. anyways,  this was a fic i made a long time ago based on a song called 'one last dance' by R5. happy reading! ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"When someone else's happiness is your happiness, that's how you know it's love. But unfortunately, Y/N/N, sometimes the only way to love someone is from afar."

It was something your father told you in passing once, and though you had listened to him then, you never thought that it would ever apply to you.

But now, watching her dance and smile and laugh and love, surrounded by friends and family, the echo of your father's words bring a dull ache to your chest.

Even though the hidden corners of the hall had been serving as your refuge for the better part of the reception, you never really could shy away from Wanda.

Especially not now.

So, you allow your heart to race slightly when she catches your eye from across the room. You allow yourself to breathe and smile back just as wide when she flashes a grin your way.

You don't even think twice before your feet are closing the distance between the two of you.

"I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."

You say nothing at first, too focused on ignoring the guilt clawing at your chest at her words. It's meant to be the happiest day of her life, you chastise yourself, and she spend most of it worrying about whether or not you'd show up.

"I know it must've feel cruel to invite you here, after everything but I want you here-"

"-Wanda." You interrupt her, resting a reassuring hand on her arm and gently squeezing twice.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world."

And it's true. As much as it hurt to be here, to watch the woman you love vow themselves to someone else for the rest of her life, you wanted to be here to show your support as her best friend.

Your ears perk slightly at the opening chords of the song, inwardly chuckling to yourself at the irony of the lyrics.

Taking a step back to put space between you and Wanda, you bow slightly while holding your hand out, palm facing up as you meet her eyes.

"May I have this dance?"

The blush that makes it way to her cheeks brings a smile to your face, lacing your hands together when she rests her hand atop of yours.

You lead her to the dance floor, your hands finding their spot on her waist while she reaches up to wrap her own around your neck, bodies stepping closer to one another.

The closeness of Wanda pressed against you as you sway her slowly, coupled with the fact that she's looking at you like you're the only two in the room has your mind wandering to a scenario where you didn't have to let go any time soon, where you didn't need to let go.

And while you were off, lost in your own thoughts, Wanda was just as lost in her own. Remembering something you had told Steve, who in turn, told Wanda.

Something you had told to what seemed like everyone but didn't have the heart to tell Wanda yourself.

-

"What do you mean she's leaving?" She asked Steve, cornering the taller man in the kitchen after overhearing his conversation with Natasha.

You were leaving the team.

Leaving her.

Steve sighed, knowing that the truth would come out sooner or later and with the way the smaller woman was looking at him, eyes starting to glow red as she waited for him to answer, he knew lying would only make matters worse.

"She asked to be relocated and assigned to a new team." He answered.

"What?"

"Y/N is leaving, Wanda. There's not much else I can tell you. She said she needed to go, felt like her time with us was over and doesn't have a place here anymore."

Giving her a look of sympathy, Steve left her standing alone before she could ask him more questions about your decision.

-

Wanda wanted to be angry with you.

Hell, she had a right to. After all, you all but disappeared the moment you caught wind of her engagement with Vision, and this would be the first time in months that she- that anyone had seen you.

Everyone knew why you left though, and even if they didn't they could infer as to why.

You had to watch the woman you love, love someone else. Wanda knew damn well that this could be the last time she saw you, let alone be this close to you and talk to you.

"So...you're really leaving?" She asked, watching your carefully. She already knew the answers, but it was one thing to know and another to hear you say it yourself.

You don't meet her eyes as you nod, instead focusing on something over her shoulder.  

"I just… I feel like I don't have a place here, you know?"

She frowned slightly, but the blow of your words made Wanda stop in her tracks. "Y/N, that's not tr-"

"I didn't mean it like that, I loved my time with you guys, you're like family to me and you always will be. This place will always be home to me, and I'll come back in a heartbeat if you ever need me but right now I just can't stay. I need to clear my head and get things straight.

"This is for the best, for all of us."

You sounded like you were still trying to convince yourself that leaving was what you wanted to do. But Wanda knew that this was something you needed to do, and who was she to stop you in finding peace?

"So, this is it?"

She fights the urge to stomp her foot on the ground like a little kid, to tell you that it wasn't fair that you were leaving her when it felt like she just got you back.

She can see in your eyes how hard it is for you to even be in this room, the defeated smile you were giving her telling her everything she needed to know.

-

You wanted to be strong and stay. Stay here with her, with the people you love more than anything in the world.

But if the last few months had told you anything, it was that you weren't as strong as you hoped you were.

Staying here would only cause you more pain, seeing the two of them together would just bring more harm than good. If you wanted to go back to the way things were before, you had to get over her. For good.

"One last dance before I go." You whisper.

As the song comes to an end you pull her into your arms, sighing deeply as she snakes her arms around your shoulders tightly.

"I wish you all the happiness in the world, Wan. Out of everyone in the world, you deserve it the most. So take care of yourself for me, okay?" You whisper softly in your ear, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay.

The tightness in your throat was making it hard for you to say everything you wanted to say, so you didn't say anything at all, pulling back from the hug just enough to meet her eyes.

I love you so much, you think, but you already knew that.

You drop your hands from her waist when you see Vision making his way over to the two of you, stepping back to create distance between you and his wife. You clear your throat and plaster on a smile, congratulating the newly-wed couple as he wraps his arm around her waist.

-

She knew that you meant for her to listen inside your head, letting her in and telling her those words that were for her and only her to hear.

"Take care of yourself too, Y/N."

You don't meet her eyes again after that, your eyes still glossy with tears that she knew would fall the moment they were out of your sight.

She sees you glance towards the exit when you think neither of them were looking, shoving your hands in your pockets before you excuse yourself, telling them that there was something you needed to do before the reception ended.

Maybe it's to say goodbye to the rest of the team, or maybe you were just going to disappear into the night.

Either way, Wanda knows that it was time for you to go.

-

You glance back at them as you reach the exit, watching him hold her in the same way you were not even five minutes ago.

As long as she's happy, then I am too, even if I only get to love her from afar.

-

Looking up into her husbands eyes, something inside Wanda felt wrong.

Like she was staring into the wrong pair of eyes, the hands on her waist too heavy, the voice speaking to her too deep.

She closes her eyes and imagines your (e/c) eyes staring into her own, familiar and soft hands resting on her waist pulling her closer, the soft timbre of your voice filling her ears.

Guilt fills her body when she opens her eyes and is disappointed with what she sees. She's made her choice, and you've made yours.

She thinks back to the two dances she's just shared; one with the person she married and one with the person she's starting to think she wished she married instead.

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x reader #avengers x reader #scarlet witch imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #myfics.txt

[hiiraya]

at my worst

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~1,287

warnings: fluff, slow dancing in the kitchen :’)

requested: by me :p

a/n: it’s officially my birthday here! i still have two requests to post (dw they are very much on their way) but i just wanted to post a little something to celebrate. all mistakes are my own! happy reading! ♡

translations:

moya lyubov - my love

milaya – sweetheart

“Close your eyes.”

“Baby, you’ve already put your hands over my eyes.” You laugh softly. “I kinda have no choice.”

The sound of a huff from behind you brings a grin onto your face, already picturing the adorable little nose scrunch that was no doubt gracing your girlfriend's features while she stood behind you.

“Don’t be a smartass, moya lyubov.”

She tugs on your head lightly, your neck following the movement until the back of your head was pressed against her stomach, the hands currently covering your eyes preventing you from looking up at her.

“Me?” You gasp. “Never.”

You don't know whether or not to be impressed at the fact that you know Wanda's shaking her head at you without even having to look at her. She's quiet for a moment before a rush of air surrounds you for a brief moment, the feeling of Wanda's lips making contact with your forehead filling your senses.

“Just promise me you won’t open your eyes until I say so.”

It's not unlike Wanda to come in and check on you while your working on your assignments,  knowing that you can get carried away and forget to let yourself take breaks when the due dates for your assignments start creeping closer and closer.

And it's obvious that she's got something planned for you, so you nod your head as best as you could in her hold.

Reaching up, you tap her the back of her hands. “Promise, milaya. No peeking.”

You keep your word and keep your eyelids tightly shut, listening to the sound of Wanda's feet padding across the hard wood floors. You manage to count to twenty twice before you hear Wanda enter the room once again, sensing her setting something down on your desk right in front of you.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You blink a few times, and it takes you a moment to register that the flickering lights in front of you wasn't just your eyes playing tricks on you, and that instead it was just a bunch of candles. On top of a cake. That had your name written on it in Wanda's handwriting.

A cake?

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

She releases a breathy laugh at the confusion painted on your countenance, and points to the candles that were surely starting to melt onto the frosting.

"Oh!" You burst out, shutting your eyes once again as you send off a quick wish before quickly extinguishing the flames.

You grab your phone as soon as the last candle is blown out. Surely I haven't forgotten, right? The date currently on the screen betrays you because there it was, clear as day. Your birthday staring back at you.

Remembering that you weren't alone, you turn to your girlfriend (who was finding the whole situation endearing) watching you with an amused smile.

“I really forgot my own birthday?��

She nods as she carefully climbs onto your lap. It doesn't take long for you two to find a comfortable position, one of Wanda's hands resting by the nape of your neck, gently twirling the baby hairs there.

“Yes, you did but that’s okay.” She reassures. "You were busy, so it's understandable."

You know she's saying it to make you feel better, and in a way it does but that doesn't stop you from feeling a tinge of guilt. You weren't really one to celebrate birthdays; you never did know when exactly you stopped celebrating the date, but it never bothered you. Not until you met Wanda anyways.

Before you can overthink yourself into self-condemnation, your girlfriend luckily pulls you out of your daze, both mentally and physically.

“But, now that you do remember, you legally have to come out and eat some cake with me while we cuddle on the couch.”

You grin as she pulls you up from your seat, grabbing the cake once again before motioning you out of your study.

“Alright, since I legally have to.” You tease, holding your hands up beside your head as you head to the couch with Wanda close on your tail.

“You know you love cuddling with me, L/N, don’t deny it.”

-

Wanda pulls you away from your work long enough to watch a few episodes of I Love Lucy and The Brady Bunch while snacking on the cake she made for you. True to her word, you two spend a majority of the evening nestled against one another, with you laying comfortable between her legs as her fingers drew random patters across your back.

When you two head to the kitchen to wash the dishes together, you connect your phone to the speaker, letting your playlist fill the air as you two work through your final chores of the night.

You make your way over to Wanda when the guitar playing through the speakers signals the start of one of your favourite songs, taking her hands and wrapping them around your neck as you pull her away from the sink.

Can I call you baby?

Can you be my friend?

Can you be my lover up until the very end?

"We're meant to be washing the dishes, milaya." She reminds you, but she's already swaying in time with you, stepping closer to close the distance between you two.

“And we will eventually but right now we're dancing, love." You smile as you rest your hands on her waist. "The dishes can wait."

Let me show you love, oh, I don't pretend

Stick by my side even when the world is givin' in, yeah

You sing along quietly, neither of you breaking each others' gazes as you sway along the kitchen floor.

It might not have been the typical way to spend someone's birthday, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

All you needed was right here.

Oh, oh, oh, don't, don't you worry

I'll be there, whenever you want me

You twirl Wanda slowly, the grin on your face growing more and more at the happiness in her laugh, the sound filling your chest with such bliss you worry for a moment that your heart could burst with the intensity of it all.

I need somebody who can love me at my worst

No, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth

"When did you get so good at this?" She questions with a teasing smile as she rests her head on your shoulder.

"Whenever we decided that the kitchen was the perfect place for dancing."

'Cause it's only you, nobody new, I put you first

And for you, girl, I swear I'll do the worst

You weren't looking for love when you met Wanda. But love found you anyways, and it led you to the love of your life.

She came into your life without a warning and took every apprehension, expectation, and fear you had about love and threw it out the window.

You don't know when exactly you fell for her, but you do remember your heart beating out of your chest when you finally admitted it to yourself, almost as if it was telling you it's about damn time.

-

“I love you.” You tell her when you two finally make your way to bed hours later. "Thank you for tonight."

“I love you.” She tells you before turning around in your arms so she's facing you. “Over and over again, I love you.”

You don't think you could ever show Wanda all the love and appreciation you have for her; but you sure as hell were going to try for as long as you were by her side.

So, you share another kiss with the woman in your arms, just because you can.

“Happy birthday, Y/N/N.”

---

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#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x reader #avengers x reader #scarlet witch imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #myfics.txt #i really meant to finish this by 12am #and it's now 3 #whoops #and i still have class in a few hours hffff #am i gonna regret staying up?? most likely

[hiiraya]

you smile, i smile

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pairing: carol danvers x reader

words: ~1,945

warnings: none

requested: for you anon :))

a/n: it's been so long since i've written anything that i could not come up with proper sentences so i hope you don't mind that i made your request into a headcanon anon!! happy reading! ♡

She doesn’t know where or when it started – nor could she pinpoint the exact moment she made it her own personal mission to make you smile or laugh.

You certainly didn’t think that you stood out enough from the crowd to catch the attention of the Captain Marvel.

Sure, you trained with her every now and again when you got the chance to but then again, you’ve also gotten the chance to train with nearly all of the avengers ever since joining S.H.I.E.L.D as a field agent.

You weren’t the coldest or most intimidating person in your division per say, there were definitely people who scared the absolute shit out of you (not that you would admit it to anyone), but you definitely didn’t go out of your way to smile at everyone you came across or make banter with your fellow agents.

Still, everyone definitely thought that you were intimidating nonetheless (you hated to admit that you were a little proud of the reputation you managed to earn).

But back to the point, Carol was determined to make you crack a smile at some point – and you definitely weren’t planning on making it easy for her, but it definitely enamoured you to see how hard she was trying.

You and a few other agents got to join Carol and Natasha on a recon mission when Carol uses the opportunity to make another attempt at getting you to crack.

No one tries to stop her anymore, since the lengths the blonde went in attempt to get even a smirk from you made her look a little ridiculous, Carol’s enchantment with you was obvious to anyone who saw you two in the same room.

“You know, they say that you should appreciate the little things in life.”

She catches everyone’s attention with that, some agents already cracking a smile even though she hasn’t even reached the punchline of her joke, while the others already have their eyes on you, waiting to see if the captain would finally succeed with her mission.

“Natasha,” she says, resting her hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I appreciate you.”

“Fuck you, Danvers.”

The agents turn their heads away from the two women, muffling their chuckles with their shoulders, not wanting to end up on the Black widow’s bad side (even though they already know that she’s going to give them hell the next morning during training).

Carol’s eyes settle on your face after she manages to dodge the redhead’s fist. And even though your face remains neutral despite everyone else laughing at her antics, it doesn’t deter her at all – in fact, the indifferent look on your face only encourages her to keep trying harder.

She’ll get you to crack one day. She can feel it.

She wonders, as she often does when she isn’t busy with training or paperwork or whatever it is Fury has her doing, what your smile might look like.

Do you have dimples? Does your nose crinkle when you find a joke too cheesy for your liking, but you can’t help but smile at it anyway?

She likes to believe (more like she’s convinced herself) that you had the type of smile that reached your eyes, turning them into half-moons as you smiled with an intensity that could rival the sun.

So maybe her little fascination with you turned into a budding crush along the way.

Who could blame her?

Leave it to Natasha to ruin her plan only a few weeks later.

“What’s gotten you all excited, Danvers?” The redhead asks her while they’re making last minute checks for the mission they’re about to go on.

“Can I not be excited to do my job?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all. Be excited all you want.” She quips. “I’m just taking a big guess that the reason as to why you’re basically vibrating on the spot is because Y/N/N’s coming with us.”

Carol rolls her eyes, but not before an absentminded smile appears on her face. The two of them quieting down when you enter the quinjet a few minutes later, murmuring a brief hello to both of them as you head to your seat.

Carol mouths “not a word” to Natasha, who only smirks before she replies with “make me”.

“Hey Y/N/N, come here. I have something to show you.”

Looking up from the file you were reading, you raise your brow as you watch the redhead motion for you to approach her.

You take a moment to glance at the blonde, who was currently preoccupied with flying the jet to notice that her teammate was planning something behind her back

“Yes, agent Romanoff?”

“First of all, it’s Natasha,” she says, rolling her eyes at you. “And second of all, I need you to watch this.”

You’re about to question her on what exactly it was that you needed to watch, but the shorter woman’s already making her way over to Carol before you can open your mouth.

It’s hard to make out what she’s saying to the blonde from where you stood without making it too obvious that you were eavesdropping, but your ears hone in on every time your name leaves the ex-assassin’s lips.

It takes you a moment to recognise what you were looking for, but you realise soon enough that with every mention of your name from the redhead, the corner of Carol’s lips lifts up until soon enough, she’s full-blown smiling as she banters with the redhead.

It’s enough to make the corner of your own lips turn up, quietly clearing your throat in attempts to hide the laugh wanting to leave your lips.

Natasha, being the genius that she is, has somehow managed to pull a Pavlovian response from Carol with the mere mention of your name.

(You ask her how she managed to classically condition Carol to smile at your name a few months later, but she only gives you a knowing smile before telling you that “some things are meant to be kept a secret, Y/N/N.”)

Apparently, your attempts to dampen your quiet laughter weren’t enough to not catch Natasha’s attention, since she was already looking at you with a raised brow when you looked back at the pair.

She knows you’ve caught on to her plan, and now the both of you know that the only person who hasn’t caught up on her little plan was the blonde sitting in front of her.

(It would be a good time to mention that the conversation she was having with Carol actually didn’t have anything to do with you – she just kept saying your name at random intervals, and Carol, who you suspect had no idea that she was even reacting in the way she was, kept smiling wider and wider each time.)

It definitely wasn’t a surprise to you to know that Carol had a thing for you (Natasha and some of the agents you worked with mentioned it in passing a few times before), but this whole experiment Natasha’s managed to pull really solidified the fact.

After all, who else would really go through all this effort to make someone smile if you didn’t feel even an ounce of affection towards them?

“You did not, Romanoff”

“Oh, but I did, L/N.”

It’s only then that Carol turns around to look at you, utterly confused when she sees you biting your lip in order to keep the corners of your mouth from rising any further than it already has.

“What’s going on? What did I miss, and is Y/N smiling?”

“I beat you to it, Danvers,” Natasha explains. “I made Y/N/N here smile and laugh.”

“First of all, I did not laugh. Don’t get all too cocky , Romanoff,” you counter. “And if anything, it was a smirk more than anything.”

The redhead shakes her head, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that little cough you did, L/N. I’m counting it.”

The two of you are too busy bickering to see the pout forming on carol’s face until she speaks up.

“Natasha beat me to it?”

You look at her then and your heart absolutely melts at the sight of her pouted lips.

You can tell that she’s slightly disappointed that she wasn’t the one to make it happen (you make it a habit later on to point out the fact that it was because of her that you finally cracked).

Deciding that you’ve played hard to get with the blonde for too long, you make your way over to her, kneeling down and giving her a real smile for her and her eyes only.

Carol decides that the daydreams she’s had about your sight of your smile has nothing on the real thing.

And hey, if her guesses on what your smile looked like were correct or not, that was only for her to know.

“You look cute when you pout, but I’d rather see you smiling.”

"Oh, Y/N/N’s here.”

They’re sitting in the kitchen waiting for you to return from the solo mission you were sent on when Natasha breaks the silence between them.

“Alright, Romanoff,” she says, narrowing her eyes at her friend. “I know it used to work, but not anymore. I’m not going to smile just because you say their name.”

Natasha wants to argue that she did exactly just that, but she bites her tongue when she sees you exiting the elevator, not actually expecting you to be back so soon.

“Aww, you’re not?” You tease from behind her. “It’s okay to admit that you can’t help it when you hear my name, baby.”

She ends up face-to-face to you when she spins around in her chair, her body going lax in your hold when your arms wrap themselves around her shoulders.

“You’re supposed to be on my team, L/N.” She grumbles, her façade already wavering when she feels your chest rumble as you laugh.

“I always am, Danvers.”

She grins against your chest at your words, lifting her head up from its spot to show you her satisfaction at your words.

"I personally love the fact that you smile whenever anyone says my name around you,” you murmur against her hair as you press a kiss to her temple.

And if she gets pouty at the reminder of Natasha’s experiment (she still has no idea how she managed to do it without her noticing), she more than happily accepts the kiss you give her as an apology.

She doesn’t really mind that you tease her about it because it makes you smile, something she didn’t even think was possible when she first met you.

It’s still taking you a little getting used to being more smiley and affectionate around people, but Carol sees how hard you try and loves you all the more for it.

 (It shocks everyone else all the same the first time you offer them timid smiles when you pass them in the hallways, even more so when you start to banter with them, but they welcome you in like you never used to be known as the broody and indifferent agent.)

You tell her one time in passing that it’s because she brings so much warmth into your life, teaching you so much about being loved and loving in return that it feels rude not to return the love she so freely gives to you.

So, you smile more than you think you ever have in your life whenever Carol’s around, and you laugh – loudly and freely – whenever she tells you those cheesy jokes she used to, smiling just as wide when you show her the grin she’s grown to love.

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[hiiraya]

one last chance (rewrite)

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~2,029

warnings: angst with a happy ending

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a/n: part 2 of one last dance. hopefully i’ll post a nat fic in a few days, i miss writing for my other baby. happy reading!! ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"I wish you all the happiness in the world, Wan. Out of everyone in the world, you deserve it the most. So take care of yourself for me, okay?"

If only she knew then that she was at her happiness whenever she was with you, no matter where in the world you might've been, she would've never let you leave.

Like history repeating itself, it'd been months since she last saw you. Since anyone on the team had seen you in the flesh.

When you left that night after your dance with her, you did it in the way you knew best; quietly, without a fuss, not a single word to anyone on where you were going.

You were never one for causing a scene anyway.

Fury kept his promise to you about telling no one your whereabouts, much to chagrin of Wanda. It didn't help that you'd been around the Avengers for so long you'd picked up all sorts of tips and tricks to staying hidden whenever you needed your space.

Wanda knew she wasn't the only one missing your presence back at the compound (though she was the only one that outwardly showed it), but she had to respect your decision to go, hoping that something would bring you back to the team.

To bring you home.

-

She tells herself that she's happy.

Because why wouldn't she be?

She's married the man she loves, the one who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She's already chosen him, the weight of the gold band on her ring finger serving as a constant reminder of her decision.

She wasn't supposed to be longing for someone else.

Wanda had promised him for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish him until death do they part.

So, she's tells herself that she's happy. Because there's no other choice for her to take. She's happy even though there's you sized whole in her chest that continues to remind her of the way your eyes drank her in on the night of her wedding, memorising the sight of her face, the sight of her before you left for good.

-

Being who he was, Vision could tell that something was off with his wife.

He could see the change in her behaviour ever you left the reception that night all those months ago. He would see the looks she would give the door whenever she would pass by your old room, as if she was waiting for you to come out and greet her for the day.

From the moment you were gone, Wanda started to retreat back into her own shell no matter how many times she insisted that she was fine.

It hurt him to see her be excited to come home from a successful mission, to watch her look around for you, ready to share stories about what had happened, only to have the reality of your absence wash over her.  

Every now and then Wanda would slip, telling the team “I can’t wait to tell Y/N about this!" or "Wait till Y/N sees this, she's not going to believe it!"

Everyone would only stare at her expectantly, and for a moment she was confused as to why until she remembered. The smile disappearing from her face before she excused herself to her room. He knew that there was no stopping the heaviness in her chest when she remembers that you weren't there anymore.

Because how could you be happy when the one person you love is hundreds of miles away from you?

-

"Wanda, can I ask you something?"

The look in her husband's eyes tells her that there really was no excusing herself from the conversation that they were about to have.

"Of course, Vis."

"First, I need you to close your eyes." He says, quickly adding a soft 'please' when she throws him a confused look. Nevertheless, she follows his instructions and lets her eyes fall shut.

"I want you to be honest with me, I'm not here to judge or pick a fight." She hears him walking towards her, only to feel the couch dip a few seconds later, telling her that he was sitting by her side, most definitely watching her reactions.

"If I tell you to go back to our wedding night, at the reception, who comes to mind first when I ask you to remember a dance from that night?" His voice holds no malice, no grudge or bitterness towards her.

She sighs as she lets her mind wander back to that night. The dance she shared with her husband should be the first one to come to mind, she knows this but it's not at all who she sees.

Instead she sees you, like she always does. She sees your smile as you held her flush against your body, sees the way your eyes studied her like you were trying to memorise everything and anything in that moment.

She sees you.

By the look on Vision's face when she opens her eyes, she knows that he's known for a long time. Maybe he's known all along.

He gives her a soft smile, nodding his head in understanding as he leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead before exiting the room.

-

You missed your home. You missed your family.

You wanted to say that leaving helped heal your heart, that your decision to leave was treating you well but you couldn't lie to yourself. Not when it was so painfully obvious that you were anything but fine being away for so long.

You missed helping Peter with his homework on the days that he would stop by the compound after school.

You missed the bickering between Sam and Bucky whenever they asked you to play mediator whenever they had their little arguments.

You missed being in the labs with Tony and Bruce, keeping them company and offering your opinions on their newest ideas when you could.

And even though you hated the way it left you with sore muscles and aching bones, you missed training with Steve and Natasha, the only two who could truly get your ass out of bed.

You missed everything that ever made you feel at home.

But you couldn’t go back. There was a reason why you left in the first place, and as much as you missed your family, you were a coward when it came to the matters of your heart.

You still loved Wanda and there was nothing you could do about it. You told Fury that you would only come back if they needed you. The fact that it had been months of radio silence from him, you just assumed that they were doing fine without you.

They didn't need you as much as you needed them.

-

But when Fury calls you about a rouge syndicate planning an attack using a chemical nerve agent, saying that they needed your help to create a antitoxin with Bruce if things took a turn for the worse, you don't hesitate in taking the next flight back to New York.

Thankfully, the team manages to stop the attack before it could even begin.

Since they'd been tracking the movement of the syndicate ever since they caught wind of the attack, they managed to track down the base they'd been using to create the nerve agent.

Still, you and Bruce create the antitoxin as a precaution.  

But now that meant you had to stay in the compound until it was time for your flight back.

-

Everyone had been elated that you had returned that Tony threw a small party just for you and the rest of the team after returning from the mission.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

Ever since you all arrived back to the tower, you'd been actively trying to avoid Wanda, talking to whoever was around when you saw her looking at you from across the room.

It was a cruel thing to do but you couldn't help it. You were still hopelessly in love with her despite everything. You could feel the tension fall around room as everyone became quiet, trying hard not to make it obvious that everyone was waiting for your response.

Nodding your head, you meet her eyes for the first time in months.

"Lead the way."

-

It's silent as you head to your old room. Closing the door behind you, your eyes can't help but drink in the sight of the woman in front of you.

"What did you want to talk about, Wanda?"

She gestures for you to sit on the empty bed beside her.

“They say absence makes the heart fonder, but Y/N, all it did was make mine even more yours.” She starts, eyes downcast to her lap.

You furrow your eyebrows at her words but don't get the chance to ask her what she means as she continues to talk.

“For months, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m happy with Vision because that’s what I’m supposed to be right? I’m supposed to be happy because I chose him, because I married him so why wouldn’t I be happy with the decisions I’ve made?”

“Wand-“

“But I’m not. I’m not happy. I'm far from it. Every time he touches me, I can’t help but wish it was you. Every time he says my name, it sounds wrong coming from his lips. It feels wrong looking into his eyes and seeing them morph into yours. I find myself looking for you until I remember that you're not here, that you're god knows where. You're not here with me."

You too shocked by her words to realize that she's crying until she reaches up to wipe her cheeks.

"I danced with two people that night, Y/N. The one I married and the one I wish I had married instead.”

Your mouth drops open at that, you know you should say something, but you don't know what and even if you did, you were too scared that this was all just a trick.

She just missed you being around, that's all it was. She mistook missing you as thinking that she was in love with you.

“You left and it was like you took a part of me with you. You left and I didn’t know where to look for you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so sorry I let you go in the first place.”

You stopped her rambling there, leaning forward and kissing her lips before she could say more. Because when Wanda Maximoff looks at you like that, with apologies and honestly written all over her face, there’s not a thing in the word that could stop you from pressing your lips against hers.

“I love you too, but you already knew that. There isn’t anyone else but you.”

-

It's only after you two catch your breath that you remember something important.

“But what about Vision? Aren't you two still married?”

She offers you a sheepish smile as you look at her with concern, dread filling your chest at the thought of being the reason that Wanda was unfaithful to her husband.

“Actually, he was the one who actually made me realize my feelings for you.”

“So what you’re saying is-” You start. She nods as her smile grows, planting another kiss on your lips.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, moya lyubov. We’re not together anymore.” She finished.

-

Abruptly standing up from the mattress, you turn your body to face her, bowing slightly as you hold out your hand to her, palms facing up at you smile at her.

Wanda frowns at your sudden movement before a knowing smile appears on her face as she realizes what you were doing.

“May I have this dance?”

Her smiles grows up at you as she stands, nodding her head as she places her hand over yours. With your arms wrapped around her waist, her own around your neck, you pull her close and she can't help but think that this was where she was meant to be all along

“You may.”

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[hiiraya]

with you

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a/n: i can't believe i never thought about making a part three of this to make it come around full circle. happy reading everyone! ♡

translation:

moya lyubov - my love

printsessa - princess

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

She's watched this scene play out before.

Except before, it wasn't you who she was walking down the aisle to. It wasn't you who slid her wedding band onto her finger, and told her 'I do'.

Last time, she was spending her time looking around for you, wondering if you were going to the ceremony, and later on at the reception. Last time, she spent her time wondering why her chest felt so heavy when she was meant to be the happiest in that moment with her husband.

Last time, she said goodbye to you.

But now, she doesn't have to worry. Because you're here, smiling with your friends and family, laughing without a care in the world. You were there that morning, waiting and smiling (and crying) as she walked down the aisle, slipping the ring on her finger and telling her 'I do' with the biggest grin on your face.

She doesn't have to worry whether or not you'll make it to the reception, because the whole day you were by her side.

She doesn't have to look too long for you, a grin finding its way onto her face when she spots you making a beeline towards her.

"May I have this dance?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Your grin is as contagious as ever as you move her arms so they're around your neck, before you wrap your own around her waist, pulling her close.

"We've shared a lot of these haven't we?"

She pretends to think for a second, and she laughs when you roll your eyes.

"I'm teasing." She tuts, shaking her head. "And I'll share a million more with you, moya lyubov."

After all, she has all the time in the world now.

She doesn't know exactly when it became a tradition between you two, but she supposes that's what made it even more special.

It didn't matter where you two were, or if there was any music playing, sometimes you just pulled her into your arms and started swaying with her. She could've been in the middle of cooking dinner, training with you (though not a lot of training ever got done when you were with her), or just doing nothing when you would look for her to have a quick sway with her whenever you had time.

"Any time spent with you is my favourite time." You told her. "And I want to spend as much time with you as you'll allow me to."

Suffice to say, Wanda's always looked forward to your daily dances.

You invited her to the rooftop of the compound one night, a shy smile on your face as you asked if she wanted to watch the stars with you.

At least, that was the plan.

You were telling her about the constellations you were seeing (something about Draco?) when you stopped mid-sentence. The suddenness of your silence was enough for Wanda to turn her gaze to you.

"Sorry," You flushed. "I just-- You look really beautiful tonight."

She placed her hand in yours when you held your hand out, muscle memory taking over as she stepped closer to you, thankful for the darkness of the night hiding her blush.

Wrapping your arms around her waist, you started to hum a melody that Wanda swore she recognized.

"It's a beautiful night." You sang softly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight as you looked down at her. "We're looking for something dumb to do."

She laughed softly, resting her head on your shoulder, feeling you hold her tighter against your chest.

"Hey, baby." You let your voice ring out across the rooftop, pressing your lips to her temple as you inhaled quietly.

"I think I want wanna marry you."

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

Your head was tilted in a way that she could only compare to a golden retriever, and she doesn't fight the urge to capture your lips.

"Just thinking about how this feels right."

You flush at her words, lowering your head to hide the grin on your face. She slides her hands from your neck to your jaw, tilting your head back up to face her.

She doesn't say anything, opting to stare in your eyes as her thumbs run along the apples of your cheek, smiling to herself as you lean into her touch, closing your eyes as you hum along to the music.

I love you, she hears you in her mind calling out to her, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives reminding you that.

"I love you too, moya lyubov." She says aloud. "And I'll tell you that until you get sick of hearing it."

"I could never." You answer simply, and she believes you.

"Baby."

She's feels self-conscious about keeping you from your sleep, knowing how tired training with Steve and Natasha in the same day makes you. But the thought had been nagging her for weeks and if she was going to get the reassurance she needed then there was only one person she could go to.

You hum in response, turning your head to the direction of her voice, the hand resting on her back moving slightly to let her know you were listening.

"Are you sure you want to get married?"

She wants to add the words 'to me' at the end, but she knows that it'll only make you worry about her.

But she knows that regardless of how she phrases it, she knows the question will make you worry no matter what.

You open an eye and furrow your eyebrows, finding her in the dark as you shuffle closer.

"What's wrong?"

"How do you know," She rephrases, "that you're sure, and that down the road, you won't change your mind about this?"

She doesn't mention the agents she overheard talking about her, and the fact that she divorced her husband only months after getting married. She doesn't tell you how they said they felt sorry for you, because who knows if Wanda would do the same thing to you?

Because what if you had already thought the same thing as them?

She knows not to doubt you, after all you've never given her any reason to. But she's never been good at ignoring what other people say, always taking their words to heart despite all your efforts to convince her she's not who they say she is.

"Maybe it's because that even though I know that life's not always going to me smooth sailing, we'll have fights and arguments down the road, just like any other couple does, I still want to be here, making it work with you.

"You love me in a way no one else every can, printsessa, and i know with every inch of my being that you're the only one I'll ever love. In this life or the next. I haven't stopped falling for you, and I don't think I ever will."

She promised herself all those years ago when you came back home after being away for months that she would cherish you and everything you gave to her. Everything from your warmth, to the way you talk and laugh so freely with everyone around you, and to the way you love her - so gently yet so fiercely and with such an intensity that she can only pray that she shows you just the same amount of love that you give.

And now, seeing how happy you are in comparison to all those years ago, she knows there's no going back.

She intends on keeping every single one of her promises that she's made to herself, and to you.

There's nothing in the world that will make Wanda stop dancing with you.

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[hiiraya]

mama

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pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader

words: ~1,154

warnings: fluff, protective mama!nat

requested: yep!

a/n:  i'm soft for soft nat. also the fact that i said it would be a drabble but it's the length i would write for a fic. happy reading! hope you like it anon ♡

translations:

moya lyubov - my love

milaya - sweetheart

malen'kiy - little one

"Did you guys go shopping today?"

You look over your shoulder from your spot on the couch and smile when you spot Bucky walking into the living room, nodding your head as you finish folding a blanket.

"Mhmm, earlier today." You answer, reaching over to start folding the clothes you bought earlier that day. "We just got back a little while ago."

He rounds the couch, Natasha right behind him as he scans over the various baby items laying around the living room.

"Not there, Barnes." You look over to see your wife shooing your friend - who looks so confused at being denied a seat next to you - away, making him sit on the loveseat next to the couch.

You shake your head as you pick up a bear onesie and start to fold it - considering whether or not you should by your wife her own one, knowing that Natasha was no doubt entering her 'mama bear' mode once again.

"Moya lyubov, we have to buy this."

You look over from the pacifiers you were trying to pick from (who knew that a baby would need so many of these tiny little things?) to see your wife holding up a dark brown onesie shaped like a baby bear.

"Baby," You laugh softly. "We already have five of these bear outfits."

Natasha had been obsessed over the onesies ever since you showed her a video of a baby running around in the little bear outfit while her mom recorded her.

Since then, she's bought five other onesies, all different shades for all the different species of bear there was (you had to admit it was cute - you even told her that the brown bear outfit was your favourite).

But if you were being honest, it was because you could never deny Nat of buying whatever she wanted for your little one seeing just how happy it made her.

"Well now it's six." She says, pouting immediately after. "Please, Y/N/N?"

You knew damn well you'll just come back to the store yourself later on and buy the outfit if you didn't right now. So why not just make the both of you happy and save yourself from another trip to the store?

Picking a random pacifier from the rack, you nod and make your way over to Natasha. You can't help but return the smile when Natasha grins at you as you place the onesie in the cart.

"Whatever my baby wants for our baby, she gets."

"What? Why not?"

She huffs as she moves to you, adjusting the pillows that were resting at your back and sides, her eyes unquestionably scanning over you too look for any signs of discomfort.

"Because it took us 10 minutes to find Y/N a comfy position and god help you if my wife feels any discomfort from you moving her pillows by sitting down."

You grab at her hands to stop her from fussing over the pillows, instead pulling her down to sit beside you as you squeeze her hands.

"Milaya." You chastise gently.

You know she only does it because she wants you to be comfortable at all times, considering your back and ankles were constantly aching at the new weight you supporting.

"It's okay, my love." You reassure her. "I'm okay. I'm comfortable, we both are."

-

"Are you comfy?"

"Yes." "Nothing's aching."

"No."

"Do you need another pil-"

"What I need is for my wife to calm down and just get her cute butt into bed with me so we can sleep."

She finally smiles at that, and you can tell by the way her shoulders relax, just how much pressure she's putting on herself to take care of you.

As much as you want to tell her to stop worrying, you know it's because she's just scared and nervous about being a new parent, you freaked out just as often as she did if not more, and this was her way of controlling those nerves.

"You should sleep, moya lyubov."

You don't protest, with all the walking and shopping you two did today, it really did a number on you, and if it wasn't for Bucky coming over for dinner, you're sure you would've already been asleep.

"I will, I will. I just wanted my kiss from you before I dozed off."

You fall asleep not long after being bombarded by the soft lips of your wife, with promises of going to a cafe for breakfast tomorrow morning being the last thing you hear.

-

Natasha waits till your asleep before shuffling down the bed so she's face to face with your growing belly.

She rests a hand on the curve of your stomach, her thumb gently caressing the exposed skin there.

"Hello, malen'kiy." She whispers softly.

"Those baby books I've been reading all tell me that you can hear me now, so I guess I should start talking to you more huh?

"I hope you know that I love you more than anything in the world, and I'm going to make sure that no one or nothing ever hurts you. I love you just as much as I love your mama. You two are my world, and I'll spend the ret of my life taking care of the two of you."

She's too distracted talking to your baby that she doesn't notice you waking up, the sound of her voice bringing you out from your light slumber.

By the time you get to your senses, Natasha's humming an old lullaby while she rubs your swollen belly, recognising the tune as the one she used to hum to you back when your nightmares would keep you up at night.

Your eyes tear up slightly at the fact that she gets to share it with your baby now, and the magnitude of just how much love she's already showing to your child solidifying the fact that she was going to be a great mother.

You close your eyes when she carefully makes her way back up to you after pressing a few more kisses to your stomach, refusing to let tears shed on a happy moment.

"I haven't heard that song in a while."

She almost falls out of bed in surprise at the sound of your voice, and she guesses she would have if it wasn't for your hand darting out to catch her.

"'m sorry, baby, didn't mean to scare you." You breathe out softly, though she can tell your trying your hardest not to smile at her.

"Just wanted to say that I missed hearing that lullaby."

She settles down beside you once again, laying on her side to wrap her arm around you and your bump. She smiles when you nuzzle as close as you can, the familiar feel of your lips resting against her shoulder relaxing her more than she could admit.

"We love you too, baby, so so much."

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[hiiraya]

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pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader

words: ~1,149

warnings: fluff

requested: yep! hope you like it nonnie!

a/n:  i'm a little late but happy new years to all of you wonderful humans!! there's no plot (also no editing so any mistakes are my own) to this put just some soft nat ♡

translations:

moya lyubov - my love

milaya - sweetheart

I can't wait to just lay down and sleep.

You pause by the front door, setting your bag aside before reaching down to untie your shoes. No one's heard your arrival yet and you bask in the momentary quietness.

Breathe in, breathe out. Just like she taught you.

You place your shoes in their spot before making a beeline to the kitchen. As you pass by the living room, you hear your daughter’s laugh, the sound relaxing you even further.

Entering the kitchen, the sight of your wife and son together makes you soften. She has him in a baby sling against her chest, humming quietly to him as she cooks, her hand resting on his tiny back.

You don't want to disturb their peace, but the urge to have them in your arms takes precedence. As your hand makes contact with her waist, you smile as she jumps slightly in surprise before seeing her smile as you press a soft kiss to Luka's chubby cheek in her arms.

She grins when you stand back up to your full height, e/c meeting green as you lock eyes with her. A soft chuckle escapes your lips when she puckers hers in anticipation for her own. With her enclosed in your arms, you lower head to press your lips against hers.

She leans into your chest and you can't fight the grin that appears as you break away. Sighing contently, you softly peck her temple.

"Hi, baby," you murmur.

"Hi, moya lyubov," she responds just as softly. "You made it just in time, Mila's been asking when you were coming home."

"Sorry for being late."

You assumed that you were doing a fine job hiding just how tired you were from your day, but you should've known that Natasha could read you like an open book. You miss the way she softens at the sight of your pout, instead feeling her cup your jaw to face her.

"Rough day today, moya lyubov?"

You nod instead of answering, placing a kiss to her shoulder in lieu of answering with words. It goes unsaid between the two of you that you'll talk about it later. You turn your head to kiss her palm when she caresses your cheek, the tension of the day already starting to melt away with her touch.

"How about you go fetch Mila? The sooner we eat and get our babies to bed, the sooner you can relax."

If you thought your wife was an angel in disguise before, she definitely was now.

Your daughter notices you immediately as you enter the living room, a toothy grin appearing on her face as she runs as fast as her small legs will allow her to towards you. In an instant you’re squatting down, arms falling open as she flings herself into them.

"Mama, you're home!"

You place kisses all over her face, laughing with her when she giggles and tells you that it tickles, mama!

You set her down in her chair right next to yours before helping your wife to set the table. All the stress and fatigue you were feeling earlier dissipating at the sight of your family gathered together. You listen to Mila as she talks about her day, your eyes meeting Nat's across the table as she feeds Luka.

When the dishes are all washed and put away, you and Natasha switch; her handing you your baby boy while your daughter goes off with her to do her bedtime routine.

"It's just you and me, bubba."

The baby in your arm replies with a smile as you settle down with him on the rocking chair placed near his crib. You hum the same lullaby his mama was humming to him earlier when you arrived, your eyes never leaving him as you rocked the chair slowly.

When he falls asleep, you carefully set him down in his crib, standing close for a second as you watch your youngest sleep from a moment, whispering a soft goodnight to him before exiting his room.

You make a stop in Mila's room, your daughter already fast asleep on her bed. You press a kiss to her forehead before you finally make your way to the living room.

She was already there when you arrive, laying down on the couch, scrolling through the channels and figuring out what to watch. She smiles when she notices you making your way towards her, scooting over to make room for you.

You dive right in the space she’s made for you, resting your head in the crook of her neck and sighing deeply. She wraps her arms around you and you feel so comfortable and content that you think you could fall asleep immediately.

"Do I need to beat someone up?"

An ugly snort leaves your mouth before you can stop it and you shake your head.

"I don't think you can physically beat up paperwork, baby, but thank you though for the offer."

It was an amusing thought nonetheless, picturing your wife storming into your office and fighting the never-ending stack of paperwork on your desk.

"You being here with me, is already making me feel a hundred times better, milaya, I promise."

You let out a content sigh when you feel her fingers start to run though your hair, smiling against her neck when you feel her lips against the top of your head every now and then.

"You're all I need."

The more you think about it, the more you realise how true your words are. The love you held for Natasha was the kind of love you only dreamed about having one day. You never let yourself believe that you would ever find it, or that someone out there would hold the same love for you in return. But yet, here in your wife’s arms was living proof that that type of love existed. 

You were never good at expressing yourself, but with Natasha it was easy. Love was something to fight for, to work hard for, to earn; that's what you thought for the longest time. You never thought that it could be as easy as it was, that it would be so terrifying yet so exhilarating to share your soul to someone else.

You never thought that it would feel like coming home.

But here you were and here she was.

It's quiet between the two of you, with Natasha’s fingers in your hair and the tv playing the background slowly lulling you to sleep.

You barely manage to catch your wife's words when she decides to speak. You hum in response and feel her chest rise from underneath you when she releases a breathy laugh.

"I love you," she repeats.

"Aww," You tease softly, smiling against her neck. "You do?"

"Y/N."

"I'm only joking, you know I am." You murmur. "I love you too."

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[hiiraya]

closure

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pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader

words: ~2,164

warnings: if the title gives you any clue, it's going to be angst my loves (but a hopeful end??)

requested: came from my itty bitty monkey brain

a/n: one of my favourite singers dropped a music video for their song and i'm still not over it, so i thought why not write a sad fic about it? happy reading! ♡

translation:

moya lyubov - my love

It all circles back to the painting.

Well, really it started with the decision Natasha made to go visit the art gallery on the first day off she had in weeks. Missions upon missions, keeping her on her feet, busy, occupied- making sure that her mind was constantly distracted from the one thing she was sure she would never forget.

Her feet have long since memorised the steps to the one piece of art she came to visit, the one that started it all, and if luck decided that it would be on her side, there wouldn't be a crowd of people surrounding it.

The corner of the painting catches her eye, the familiar teal shades of the background making itself known first before the shrouded figures take centre stage in the foreground.

Unluckily for her, the only one standing in front of the painting was the one constantly plaguing her mind.

She falters in her stride, pausing momentarily to look around the room. She knows that her eyes aren't playing tricks on her, but she refuses to accept the fact that today, of all days, you were here too.

She doesn't miss the way your back tenses ever so slightly as she approaches your personal space, neither does she miss the way you relax your shoulders when you turn your head to see it just who exactly was standing next to you.

The subtle upturn at the corners of your mouth is enough to relax her, the both of you turning back to look at the painting that brought you together just two years prior.

"Love is blind."

The sudden voice coming from nowhere (you were standing beside her- had been for almost a minute, but you figured she was too busy looking to notice you), startled Natasha, the redhead bringing a hand to her rest over her chest as she looked at you.

When she told you what she did for a living months later, you never let her live down the fact that you managed to scare the daylights out of the black widow.

"Excuse me?"

You gesture to the painting in front of you, the sight of your smile as you did causing her cheeks to flush involuntary.

"These two are pretty infatuated with each other, yet they can't see anything around them." You point out, tilting your head to the side like you the artwork brought you genuine confusion. "Or even each other."

"I don't know, seems to me that even though they're together, they're not truly together."

She doesn't miss the way you seem to smile wider when she retaliates, turning to give your full attention to her, raising a curious eyebrow in her direction.

"Care to elaborate?"

"I mean, call me pessimistic, but I think it represents the inability humans have to fully bare themselves fully to even their closest companions."

You nod along as she talks, taking quick glances between her and the painting every now and again.

"Regardless of the mystery that surrounds them, or the inability to show their true selves." You supply when she finishes talking. "Maybe love is strong enough to overcome those obstacles."

"Is that so?"

"I'm trying to have a more optimistic look on life." A wink follows your words and Natasha rolls her eyes despite the grin that takes over her features.

"Either way, Magritte sure did a good job with shrouding his works with mystery, considering we've been standing here for ten minutes now."

"So, agree to disagree then?"

You give her the biggest grin yet. And while she doesn't believe in destiny, or fate, or anything of the sort, she couldn't help but believe that there was something out there that brought her to the art gallery to meet you.

"Agreed."

"Natasha." Holding out her hand in the space between you, smiling when you place your hand over hers.

"Y/N."

She hears you sigh, though you don't turn to face her. She's glad that you can't see her either, if you looked into her eyes for more than was necessary she was more than sure that she would start tearing up.

"I'm sorry."

You keep your eyes on the painting, though Natasha can tell by the way your voice wavers ever so slightly that you're using it to save face and keep yourself from breaking down too.

"For what, Y/N/N?"

"I'm sorry that I gave up on us." It was so quiet that if Natasha wasn't standing so close to you, she was sure she would've missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore, Nat.”

“What do you mean, moya lyubov?”

You gesture to the apartment around you, your gaze landing on the duffle bag by Natasha’s feet, filled with clothes from her latest assignment.

“You’re never home.” You say in a quiet voice.

“You call and you text, saying that you miss me and you would much rather be here, be home, with me but whenever you get time for yourself, you’re out.

I just want to spend a little time with you. I know your work is important, but I can’t be the only one trying to make this work.”

"And I'm sorry that I disappeared on you."

She inhales sharply, memories of coming home after a mission (after a fight) to find all of your stuff missing from their place in her apartment, the only thing left to prove you had ever been there at all being a note on her counter.

“Maybe you should just go if you’re so tired of waiting for me!”

“Maybe I will, considering you never seem to notice or care whether I’m here or not!”

If she’d known what she would come home to, she never would’ve planted the idea of leaving in your mind by yelling those careless words around.

"I guess I got scared because I couldn't see you, couldn't talk to you whenever I wanted to, couldn't find you and have you hold me when I needed you back then. We gave everything, everything, we had to each other, and I guess it wasn't enough for me. I'm sorry that I wasn't enough for the both of us.

"It's not an excuse, for the way I left, and I'm not trying to make any excuses right now. I just want you to know how sorry I am for hurting you like that when I left, Nat. I should've stayed and fought to make this work with you. Fuck, I'm so sorry, Nat"

She sees you wiping your cheeks before you tear your eyes away from the painting to look at her, eyes and nose red and shiny from the tears you've spilled.

"I'm sorry too." She starts. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there in the moments that you needed me."

You shake your head, clearing your face of any remnants of evidence that you'd been crying. "Nat, you don't have to-"

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there when you needed someone to hold you, to make you feel safe and protected, make you feel loved. If I'm being honest, I got scared too. So scared.

"I wanted to be there, you have no idea how much I wanted to be there, Y/N. But I wasn't."

You both release a shaky breath, Natasha looking down at her shoes while you look up at the ceiling, the two of you blinking back tears.

God, if someone told her that you two would be having a heart-to-heart before she left earlier, she would've laughed in their face.

"You were enough. You were always enough, you hear me? Maybe we were just meant to be in each other's life for a brief moment in time, but not forever."

“You really don’t believe in soulmates?”

She shakes her head, laughing softly at the sudden pout on your face. She brushes back the wisps of hair that falls in front of your eyes, smiling when your eyelids flutter shut for a second.

“I just don’t think the probability that a person, out of the seven billion people on this earth, has one person that was made just for them.”

“But that’s what makes it so special, Nat.”

Your optimism never failed to warm her heart. Soulmates, destiny, fate, you believed in it all. Even when people called you naïve or childish, you kept believing, something Nat commended you for.

“Like when we met, while we talking about the painting, you remember that?”

“Y/N/N.” She teases with a grin.

“Right, of course you remember.” You blush. “When you started talking, I felt like I wasn’t just meeting you for the first time, it felt like we’d known each other from another time.

Every smile you gave me, every time I made you laugh, every look, it felt like I was just remembering all the ways I loved you.”

She knows you can see the way her eyes soften at the end of your ramble, if the coo you let out tells her anything.

You were always one to voice what was on your mind, often digressing from the original conversation. But she knows this comes from your heart, and she can’t help the way her heart fills a little more with the love you pour into her.

“Well,” You say after pressing a kiss right on her lips. “Whether you believe in soulmates or not, I hope I get the honour to spend this life with you.”

She feels a finger graze against her hand and before long, you've intertwined your fingers with her own. She looks at you in question but all you do it pull her towards you, letting your other hand rest on her waist as you press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She rests her head on your shoulder, relishing the feeling of being in your arms again, getting to smell that shampoo you use every morning just like before.

"But we still tried, didn't we?"

Your voice is slightly muffed due to her ear being pressed against your neck, but she hears you nonetheless. Nodding against your skin, she feels you cradle her head, and she swears she could start crying again with the gentleness you're showing her.

"In the end, I got to know you. That's all that really matters to me. I don't know what I did to deserve the honour to meet you, to love you, but I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat if it meant I'd get the chance to meet you in every lifetime from here on out.

If anything, I want to thank you. Forever every single memory that you gave to me. We might not've gotten the chance to do everything we planned together, but everything that we did get to do, Nat? I'll hold those memories close to me forever."

"As long as you're happy, then so am I."

A quiet sob makes its way out of her throat before she can stop it, and she feels your hold on her tighten in a way that you know makes her feel grounded.

She doesn't know how long you two stand there, it could've been minutes or hours, but you stand there holding her until there tears dry from both of your eyes.

"I should go."

She wants to say no, keep you wrapped up in her arms and prevent you from leaving her life for good. But instead she pulls back from your embrace, meeting your eyes once more. "Okay."

She's well aware of the fact that you're still holding her hand, looking at her like you don't want to let go at all. She doesn't pull away, doesn't even loosen the hold she's got on you, leaving the two of you staring at each other once again.

"I should go." You repeat, quieter this time.

"Okay," She murmurs. "Okay."

You leave three final squeezes on her hand before forcing yourself to let go of her hand, the loss you were feeling palpable on your face. You rub at your eyes before giving her a final smile, waving before heading towards the exit.

The painting taunts her from the corner of her, the kissing figures challenging her to do something, anything, to get you to look at her again.

"Maybe love is strong enough to overcome those obstacles."

Maybe love was blind. But love was strong enough to overcome those obstacles, right? Just like you told her in that moment. You made her fall - someone who once thought that love was for children, that it was liability - fall so deeply and incredibly in love with you.

She finds you just as you're about to leave the building.

"Y/N."

You look hopeful when you turn around to face her, like you were waiting for her to chase after you.

She doesn't think it would be so bad to be blinded by love, as long as you were there beside her to keep her from falling.

"W-Would you maybe like to grab some coffee with me?"

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #myfics.txt #idk why it felt like a longer fic while writing this #maybe my monkey brain just can't type a lot of words

[hiiraya]

what i want (rewrite)

masterlist 

pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader

words: ~2,623

warnings: a little angst in the beginning, fluff towards the end

requested: nope :p

a/n: i took a mini break bc i realised i've probably been bombarding y'all with content (so sorry!) anyways, here's the last past the ‘didn't know what i had’ series ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You haven’t asked her again.

It’s not that Natasha was expecting you to ask her to marry you again.

But it’d been two years since you two officially got back together, and not once did you give off even the slightest hint that suggested to Nat that you were even starting to entertain the thought of thinking about proposing to her again.

It took a while, a lot of tears and a lot of late night conversations where you two would bare your souls to each other, wondering if it was worth it to start over again and not make the same mistakes.

It took time, and slowly but surely, you two were back to being where you were before everything went wrong.

Natasha had even gone as far as to ask Wanda if you had said anything to her, only to be met with disappointment when the younger girl shook her head and told her that 'sorry, Nat, but Y/N/N hasn't mentioned anything to me either', looking at her mentor with a sad smile.

She came home to you that day looking disheartened, but when you asked her what was wrong, she smiled and shook her head, reassuring you that she was okay, pushing away the nagging thought lingering in the back of her mind:

Did you still want to marry her?

-

“How did you know?”

Clint looks at her in slight confusion and Natasha couldn't really blame him for it. She’d been busy having an internal conversation with herself the whole time they'd been sitting outside and unfortunately for him, she’d voiced her thoughts at the most random part.  

You two decided to visit the Barton's since it'd been a while since either of you had seen Laura and the kids. That’s what led Nat to where she was now; currently sitting with her best friend at the picnic table in Clint’s gigantic backyard, watching you and Laura with Cooper, Lila, and Nate, the three kids laughing as you showed them new fighting stances and moves while fooling around and playing with them.

“How did I know what?”

She looks over at the archer and tugs at her bottom lip, gesturing to the space around them.

“That this,” She sighs. “This was the life you wanted.”

Natasha watches as he looks around at the area surrounding them, his eyes softening when they land on his wife and kids, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

“What, the whole 'married with kids living on a big farm house' life?” He asks with a raised brow.

The redhead is quiet for a moment before she nods her head. “Exactly.”

Clint exhales deeply as his eyes locked on Laura’s figure, who was watching you with an endearing smile while ran around with her children.

“I guess I kind of just knew," He shrugs.

"We were just sitting together one day, and I looked her and just knew that I wanted to be by her side for the rest of my life," He adds. "We live such crazy lives, where nothing ever stays the same and nothing's ever really certain, but she's the most constant thing in my life. I don't know who I would've become without her.”

He starts off saying, and Natasha watches the way his eyes never leaves his wife. She wonders what’s going on inside his head, but nevertheless waits patiently for what else he has to say.

“At the end of the day, getting married doesn’t really matter. It’s just something on a piece of paper that binds you two together. You could spend your whole life with someone without getting married, as long as you love each other, that's all that really matters.”

He pauses, this time to look at her. “But that feeling you get on your wedding day?”

He's smiling, reminiscing back on the memories and Natasha knows what he’s thinking about. After all, she was there for his wedding too and she remembers how he couldn’t stop smiling throughout the whole ceremony.

“It’s indescribable. The fact that this person standing in front of you is vowing to spend the rest of their life with you - they’re vowing that you would be the person they would always come home to, you were the one they would lean on, you were the one who they wanted by their side - for better, for worse, in sickness, in health, till death do you part.”

His voice gets softer and softer the more he goes on, and there’s a fondness in his expression that wasn’t there before.

“When they’re staring at you, promising you all these things, it's like you forget everything that led up to that moment. It’s just you and them. The rest of the world fades away.”

He clears his throat when he remembers who he was talking to, cheeks tinted slightly as he smiles at her. He would crack a joke if it was any other conversation, but this was his best friend. He knew what she needed to hear in that moment.

“I just think it’s the realisation that hits the deepest, you know? The realisation that you’re never going to be alone in life anymore.” He says, meeting her eyes.

“That they’ll love you no matter what, even when it’s hard to. Even when things get scary, or when things get hard, you'll always have someone who loves you wholeheartedly.”

Nat can’t help but hear your voice in her head, remembering the smile on your face when you told her something similar.

“I love you on purpose and I love you by choice, wholeheartedly and intentionally.”

-

“So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?”

They’ve been quiet for a moment, neither one of them willing to break the silence, until Clint took the first step and asked her what was on his mind.

“Y/N wants that.” She simply answers and Clint already knows. Natasha spilled everything to him when you left the compound all those years ago to go on your mission with Maria. He knows the story between the two of you.

“But they haven’t brought it up again, you know?"

He lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and glances over at you. You were smiling brightly at Lila as she told you a story, Nate now perched up on your shoulders while Cooper was showing Laura the newest defence stance you taught him.

“Well, maybe Y/N has changed their mind.”

But they both know you well enough to know that you haven’t. It’s hard to ignore the way your eyes practically turn into half moons with how wide you were smiling, showing everyone just how happy you were to spend time with the little (but not so little anymore) ones.

Maybe you were just afraid of history repeating itself.

Natasha would see the way your eyes would light up when kids came up to the two of you whenever you went on walks by the park near your apartment, silently loving the way they could bring a laugh out of you with their excitement and curiosity. You’d introduce yourself and then introduce them to Nat, smiling proudly to yourself when you introduce her as your girlfriend, always pressing your lips to her cheek after the kids would walk off with their parents with a wave.

You looked content with the way things were, but your eyes would always say more than you would let on. But the longing and wistful looks would disappear long before Nat could ever broach the subject with you.

“I want that with Y/N.”

She can see the shock on her best friends face. After all, it was the first time she'd ever admitted it to anyone besides herself; after trying to avoid the topic for so long, the words admitting her wants felt foreign even to Natasha.

“Want what with Y/N, Nat?” He asks her tenderly, wanting to hear her admit to him everything that she’d been thinking about ever since she asked him her very first question.

“Marriage.” She voices aloud. “And maybe one day, kids too. Everything you said, I want that with Y/N, I'd like to spend the rest of my life with Y/N.”

Clint can tell that there’s more on her mind, but Natasha's too busy watching you steadily, watching the way you interacted with his kids and he knows that she’s too deep in her thoughts to tell him more. Instead, he reaches over and squeezes her shoulder before pressing an encouraging kiss to her temple.

“Maybe you should just ask them yourself.” He says with a nonchalant shrug, looking over at her, smiling at her wide eyes at his suggestion. He shrugs again, this time looking over at where you were before speaking.

“I mean, what’s the worse that could happen?”

Y/N could say no.

-

It happens when the two of you are washing the dishes after lunch.

It’s nothing you two haven’t done before, but the absolute domesticity of it all makes her mouth start moving before her brain can think everything through.

“Marry me?”

“…What?”

Your stunned tone reminds her too well of her own reaction three years ago, but she doesn’t let it deter her from repeating herself.

“Marry me.”

To anyone else, it might sound like she was confident in her words, but you could read her well enough to know that she was a nervous wreck standing there holding the dish towel.

“Are you for real?”

She lowers her head slightly as her mind reminds her of the words she said to you.

“Marriage isn’t in the cards for me, a family isn’t in the cards for me. I’m sorry if it for you, but I can’t give you that.”

She peeks through her hair to glance at you. You looked shocked but you didn't look like you were going to flat out reject her. But she can’t help but remember your words when she asked you if you regretted ever asking her to marry you.

“I don’t regret asking you, because then at least I can say that I tried. But it was stupid of me to just assume that you would say yes because of how long we'd been together.”

Maybe you thought that she’s only asking you because you hadn’t made the first move yet. Or maybe you thought she was only asking you because you might leave her if she didn’t.

“Nat," You sigh softly. “You know we don’t have to get married just because I want to.”

She was right.

But it gives her hope to hear you say 'because I want to', that you still think and still want that type of life with her. Even though you’re telling that it was okay - that she is and always will be enough for you - it made her resolute in showing you just how much she wanted that life with you too.

“I’m happy as long as I get to be by your side.”

Your words are making her melt inside - and with the way that you’re looking at her, she knows that you’re just speaking your mind.

“I see you with Cooper, Lila, and Nate, and I see how happy they make you." She says softly and she watches you soften at the sight of her - eyebrows all furrowed, bottom lip forming a pout while she tries to find the right words to say.

“Who would I be if I stood in the way of making you the happiest you can be?" She voices reluctantly, partly because she was afraid you would tease her (which she knows you would never, not about something as serious as this) and partly because she was terrified to hear your answer.

You hum to yourself and she feels you tucking her hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek gingerly. She’s still not looking at you but she can practically feel the reassuring warmth of your smile radiating from in front of her.

“Well first of all, you’d still be the love of my life.”

The words slip from your mouth so easily and so sincerely, that Natasha can't blame her heart for skipping a beat. She gathers enough courage to finally meet your eyes, and she watches your smile grow even more when she does.

“You make me so happy. So, so happy, it's unbelievable. I love those kids to death and yes they make me happy, but at the end of the day, moya lyubov, you make me the happiest.

"Anything you’re willing to give me, Nat - your love, your affection, or even just your time - I’ll take it. I don’t need anything else.”

Natasha never told you about the time she overheard you and Laura talking about kids a few summers back, back when it was only Cooper and Lila. The two of you visited the Barton family, just after you had proposed. Neither of you had the heart to tell either of them what happened, but the couple could feel the tension whenever you were both in the same room.

You told Laura in a gentle voice that you wanted that kids someday when the older woman had asked you about your plans for the future, but Natasha knew that you were putting on a fake smile for the older woman.

“You’re not stupid for wanting things, Y/N/N.”

That was what she told you two years ago. You answered her with a shrug, like you thought that you wanted in life wasn’t important anymore. She’d give you the world if it meant that she would never have to see the pain flickering your eyes like that ever again.

“I know you say that you don’t need anything else and that you’re happy with me, but the more I think about it, I- I just-, would it be so bad?”

You tilt you head to the side like an adorably confused puppy, and Natasha had to fight the urge to cup your face and kiss you senseless.

“What would, Nat?"

Maybe it's the fact that you always speak to her in a steady voice - you were never one to raise your voice after all, always the level-headed one out of the two of you - that made Nat so sure that you would be the perfect parent, the perfect lifelong partner.

She takes a shaky breath, praying to every deity that was out there for courage, her hands finding yours.

“I would really like to marry you, Y/N.” She admits. “I want to be by your side for the rest of my life, if you'd let me.”

She watches you look at her, really look at her, with hesitation in your eyes. It breaks her heart all over again to see you look so guarded as you tugged on your bottom lip, looking so willing and wanting to truly give her every last piece of you to have, yet so reluctant at the same time for fear of having your heart broken once more.

She’s ready to tell you to think about it, that there's no rush and she'll wait until you were ready to give her an answer but in all honestly she’s ready to start crying because if this is what it felt like to have a proposal turned down then damn you did a whole lot better job at acting like you were fine when she told you no.

But before she can do any of that, you send a fond smile her way, calming the racing of Natasha's heart with the sheer tenderness of the way the corners of your mouth tilted up.

“It would be an honour to marry you, moya lyubov.”

--

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#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #myfics.txt #i've been listening to phoebe bridgers for the past two hours someone stop me #my youtube started playing npr videos and now i'm stuck dsjkfhdas

[hiiraya]

didn’t know what i had (rewrite)

masterlist

pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader

words: ~3,216

warnings: angst, break-up (pls lemme know if there's anything else i should add!)

requested: nope :p

a/n: this is my one and only nat series (because i suck at writing series, and continuity - bad memory gang represent - in general) but pls lemme know what y'all think!  (also i think i got a little carried away bc this used to be 2k+ words and now it's 3k+ words)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“Marry me?”

Despite your voice shaking from the nervousness running through your veins, you stayed hopeful, looking up at Natasha from where you were kneeling on the ground, almost dropping the velvet box in your hand from how anxious you felt.

“…what?”

"Uh-, w-will you marry me?”

You can already feel the dread starting to settle in your stomach when she takes your hands and pulls you to your feet.

She doesn't meet your eyes when she lets go of your hands, looking at everywhere else but you.

“Y/N… I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you.”

-

It felt like the universe was mocking you ever since Natasha said no to your proposal 4 months ago.

Neither of you had told anyone on the team that you had tried to ask her to marry her and you preferred it to stay that way.

Tony and Pepper went and got married (which of course, you were elated about, you'd been rooting for them from the very beginning), and then what seemed like only a few months after that Wanda and Vision decided to tie the knot too.

Being their close friends, of course, you and Natasha were invited to both of the ceremonies.

You were happy for your friends (how could you not be?), but you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out.

Sure, you two were still together, but compared to before where you would always be attached at the hip, it was like the two of you suddenly became polar opposites. Whenever the newlywed couples were in either of your vicinities, you found yourself actively trying to avoid your girlfriend and vice versa.  

No one but the two of you knew the reason why.

-

"I just want to know why, Nat."

You hadn't meant to bring up the topic of marriage again, but Tony decided to call you and Nat out on why you hadn’t gotten married yet.

To put it in his words, “you guys have been together for what, almost six years now? You're already practically married at this point!”

And even though you respected her decision to say no, there was always a tiny part of you that wanted to know the reason as to why she said no in the first place.

"I'm just not ready and you know this, Y/N," she sighs, shaking her head.

It was always like this now; constant sighing, the cold shoulders, the both of you getting irritated with the other that lead to yelling and arguing about the tiniest things.

"Marriage isn't in the cards for me; a family isn't in the cards for me. I’m sorry if it is for you, but I can’t give you that.”

You should’ve know better than to expect more of an explanation from her. In fact, you were surprised that she even said that much considering she found every excuse to leave the room when any of your friends even so much as hinted at the topic of marriage.

Your shoulders sag at her answer, but you nod anyways.

“You’re right, that's my bad," you mutter, "I'm sorry for bringing it up again.”

You're too lost in your head as you leave the room to see the wary glance Natasha sends your way.

-

“It's like we're walking on eggshells, Wanda. We’re acting like we don’t even know each other anymore.”

Natasha didn’t mean to eavesdrop in on your conversation with Wanda. Clearly you thought it was only you and Wanda in the living room, especially because everyone else had announced that they were doing their own things for the day.

“Asking her to marry me was a stupid idea," she hears you sigh, "I should’ve just kept my stupid mouth shut.”

A sigh is heard all the way from where she was hiding in the kitchen, knowing that the younger girl was most likely frowning at your words.

Wanda could feel the regret and uncertainty emanating from you as you sat next to her, your thoughts practically screaming at her for her to take a peak inside your mind.

(Wanda didn’t mention to you that she could hear someone else’s thoughts just a room away.)

You’d never spoken to Natasha about how you felt (granted, she didn’t talk to you about how she felt either), and she couldn’t help but agree with your words from earlier.

You two were walking on eggshells; you rarely spoke to one another ever since she said no to your proposal, the air becoming tense and awkward whenever the two of you were in the same room.

As much as you tried to show just how much it didn't affect you, she could see it in the way your mannerisms changed, the jokes you used to share with her slowly coming to an end, like you were back to being strangers all of a sudden.

“Please don't say that, Y/N/N. You’re not stupid, asking her wasn't stupid, you didn't know that she was going to say no.”

Judging from the lack of response from you, Nat took that as the end of your conversation.

Taking a peak from her spot, she saw you sitting beside Wanda, looking visibly troubled.

Deciding not to violate your privacy any longer than she already had, she starts to walk back to her room. It’s the defeated tone in your voice when you speak up that stops her in her tracks.

“Why doesn’t she want to be my wife?”

-

Arguing seemed to be the norm nowadays whenever you two were alone together.

“So, you’re talking to Wanda about our problems now?”

She came back to the living room after hearing Wanda leave, promising that she would be back later with food, leaving you sitting alone on the couch with your thoughts.

“What are you talking about, Nat?”

She watches you sag further into the cushions while she walks over to you, standing over you with her arms crossed over her chest.

“‘It's like we're walking on eggshells, Wanda. We’re acting like we don’t even know each other anymore.’”

She parrots your words from before and watches the realisation fall on your face when you realise that she heard your conversation with Wanda.

“What do you want me to say, Nat?" You frown. "We are walking on eggshells, and whenever we’re alone we just end up arguing. We keep going in circles, and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Then don’t do anything," She bites back, "clearly we’re going nowhere.”

It’s not the right words to say and she knows it, but she was just as tired of the fighting as you were.

“What do you mean 'we're going nowhere'?”

Was she really willing to throw away the a six-year relationship she shared with you?

"I'm done talking with you."

She's deflecting and you both know it, but before she can say anything else you scoff, something she's noticed you doing more often whenever she was around.

“Well you don't have to worry about that," You retort. "You don’t ever have to talk to me anymore about anything, Natalia.”

She can't explain the way her heart drops to her stomach, the feeling like she's just lost something inherently important to her as she watches you walk away from her.

-

As cliché as it sounded, you wanted to run away from everything. Well, more specifically someone.

So you did just that.

“Are you sure that you want to join me on this, Y/N?" Maria asks you for the nth time in the past 10 minutes. "I don’t even know when we’ll be back.”

You liked the think that it was the universe trying to make it up to you for all the shit it's put you through in the last months when caught Maria leaving Fury’s office, asking her if there were any missions that you could tag along to.

Luckily for you, she was leaving for a recon mission and you jumped at the chance to leave with her.

Maria hadn’t heard about what happened between you and Natasha, everyone but Wanda had still yet to find out, and frankly you’d wanted to delay telling her for as long as you could.

The less questions asked the better.

You’d leave it to Natasha to explain your sudden absence to your friends. Or not. You really couldn't care less at this point.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Agent Hill.”

Maria looked like she wanted to say more but decided against it. After all, you two had been friends for years, and working with you as closely she did, she could easily read you like an open book.

Which meant she knew when to call you out and when to drop the conversation.

“Pack a bag then," She nods. We leave tonight.”

-

“They’re back.”

Clint looks across the room to where you were standing with Wanda and Maria, watching you smile as you caught up with the younger girl.

You and Maria had just arrived back from your recon mission which had taken longer than expected, with what was supposed to be a six month mission became twice as long (not that you were complaining, it gave you more time to heal and recover from your heartbreak) because of an issue with the intel.

“I heard that they got back this morning.” He tells Natasha, pausing to look at her. “How’re you feeling?”

Giving him half-hearted shrug she looks at him, subconsciously moving away from your view. If Clint catches on to what she was doing, he doesn’t call her out on it, instead moving to stand in front of her to block her view of you.

“The last thing I said to Y/N was that I was done talking with them. I didn't expect them to stay, but I didn't expect them to leave without a word.”

The older of the two sighs as he glances back at you briefly.

"Sometimes you tell someone that you're done, that you never want to talk to them ever again, but then the phone rings and there's a part of you that hopes that it's them. It's the most twisted logic of all time."

Clint doesn’t miss the way Natasha keeps looking over his shoulder, right where he knew you were standing, almost as if she was holding herself back from walking over to where you were.

There were so many things she wanted to tell you, but a year of distance and silence was too long, and she didn’t want to risk getting shut down the moment she had a moment alone with you. She didn't want to have to watch you walk away again.

“You should talk to Y/N.”

Clint gives her a reassuring smile, squeezing her shoulder before excusing himself to head down to the training room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

-

“I don’t understand why you and Clint want me to talk to Y/N so badly, Wanda.”

The witch throws her head back in slight frustration before meeting the redhead’s eyes once again.

“You’ve been ignoring Y/N ever since they got back, and don’t even try to lie to me about it." Wanda frowned at her friend. "From what you’ve told me in the past, Nat, you want to talk to Y/N. You know you do.”

After finding the normally stoic woman crying in the training room months after your departure, Wanda was the first person Natasha opened up to about her feelings, just like you had.

Since Wanda was close to you as well, she'd heard the story from both sides and acted as the mediator between you two.

Seeing as the older girl was still apprehensive, Wanda took it upon herself to speak up again.

The younger girl speaks to her in a motherly tone, looking at her friend with sympathetic smile. ”Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds, Nat. 20 seconds of insane courage to tell Y/N/N what’s been on your mind for the past year."

"Wanda, they probably don't want to talk to me."

Shaking her head, Wanda puts her hands comfortingly on Nat’s shoulders.

"Not talking to each other is what caused this in the first place. You don't know that they don't want to talk to you." She reasons. "And you also don’t want to regret not saying anything at all either, we don’t know the next time they’ll be back.”

Giving her friend’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, she waits until their eyes meet once more to speak again.

"Just-, think about it, okay? I heard that they’re getting ready to leave again soon.”

-

“I’ll leave you two to talk.”

The air is tense after Maria exits the room, telling you that she’ll be back to get you when it’s time to leave and Natasha watches your gaze turn to the ground for a moment before clearing your throat.

“So, if there's nothing here to talk about, I still need to pa-"

“Wait, Y/N.” She interrupts before you could finish, knowing that once you found a reason to leave, there was no way she would get another moment alone with you.

You sigh as you look at her, and Natasha can see just how uneasy you are being in the same room as her after such a long time. After all, last time didn't end too well.

It wasn’t like you were trying to avoid her (though the same couldn’t be said about her actively trying to avoid you like the plague ever since she saw that you and Maria were back), but she knew why you didn’t go out of your way to come talk to her.

"The first time you proposed-"

“Nat, do-"

"Just let me say this," She pleads. "Please."

She’s had a lot of time to think in the past year, had a lot of time figure out what she wanted and what she really needed. No matter where she started or what she thought about, everything always led back to you.

You tried so hard to hold onto the threads that was holding your relationship together while she was all but ready to throw in the towel the moment it got too much.

Natasha's never regretted anything so much in her life before.  

"The first time you proposed," She starts again. "I said no because I thought I wasn't ready and that I didn’t want to get married. And I spent a really long time regretting saying no to you."

Judging by the look on your face while she was talking, she could tell that you would rather not relive the memories of her rejecting your proposal.

“But then everyone around us was getting married; Tony and Pepper, Wanda and Vision. I could see how much you wanted what they had, even though you always told them that you were happy with the way we were.

"They all seemed to happy, it made me think that maybe getting married wasn’t the worst thing in the world, even if I kept saying that I wasn't ready, that it wasn't in the cards for me. And even though I was being so adamant about my choice, I kept hoping, kept wondering if you would ever ask me to marry you again.”

She gages your reaction to her words, seeing that familiar furrow in your brow that she always used to kiss away whenever you were feeling frustrated or confused.

"But it never came."

She knew that it wasn't fair put all the blame on you, she was just as equally guilty - she knew she pulled back and distanced herself from you after you proposed to her. It was never in her intention to cause a strain between the two of you but that’s exactly what ended up happening.

"I wasn't going to push you into something you didn’t want, Nat.”

You’d been quiet ever since Nat started her spiel, so hearing your voice break the silence startled her. You spoke to her in a soft tone - you were never one to raise your voice, only this time you sounded too tired and defeated, like you’d been hurt for so long that nothing really affected you anymore.

“Y/N-“  

“I should’ve known that you didn’t want to get married. It was stupid of me to just assume that you would say yes. I guess I just didn’t enough pay attention to realise that marriage wasn't in the cards for you, and I should have. So, I didn’t ask you again after that.”

It wasn’t stupid, Y/N. You’re not stupid for wanting things too.

She could only stare at you, letting you say your piece and unknowingly giving you the power to make or break her with what you had to say next.

“I asked you and you said no, all of a sudden our friends were getting married too. I wanted that, but I would never force you to marry me just because I wanted it. Whatever you were willing to give, I would've gladly accepted. But then one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew we weren’t talking to each other anymore. Whenever we did, we were always arguing. It got to the point where we were just going in circles.”

You were still talking in that soft tone, the timbre of your voice would have been calming to Natasha had it not been for the words coming out of your mouth. It seemed to her that the more you talked, the more exhausted you looked, like discussing this with her was draining you of your energy.

"You told me you were done talking to me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to make you happy, Nat, and if me leaving made you breathe a little easier and relax a little more, then I made the right choice. I didn’t want to make things any harder for you, for us, or for anyone.”

It’s breaking her heart all over again to hear you say those words, as if you thought that you didn’t mean everything to her. You’ve always been too good for her, and she was lucky enough that you shared six years of your life with her.

She could’ve spent more if she just didn’t fuck everything up.

Tears stung her eyes at the thought of not having you in her life, in her future, unwilling to even entertain the thought of seeing you with someone else.

“I was so focused on myself that I didn’t even think about what you were feeling, how this affected you. You were hurting too, yet you were trying to make things work, and I didn’t even bother to talk to you. I told you that I was done, Y/N, but the last thing I wanted was for you to leave.”

She paused as you ran your fingers through your hair before rubbing your eyes, taking the chance to gather her thoughts.

“I let the best thing that ever happened to me go.”

She didn’t even know if you still felt the same like she did for you, but if what Wanda had told her meant anything, she knew she had to try.

“What are you trying to say, Nat?”

“Please give me another chance.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #myfics.txt #i really got carried away with this #whoops #happy reading my loves

[hiiraya]

lost with you

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~878

warnings: pining, reader is a gay mess

requested: hope you like it @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ !! :DD

a/n: something short and sweet bc uni’s kicking my ass and my brain doesn’t wanna make proper sentences. happy reading! ♡

You were lost.

More lost than you'd like to admit.

Right now you were supposed to be training with Bucky and Sam, but you got side-tracked by Tony who led you to his labs while asking you how you were getting by living in the compound with the rest of the team.

It wasn't until after he left you to your own devices to work on one of his projects that you didn't know how to get back to the training room.

It was your own fault, you weren't really paying attention to the twists and turns Tony was taking you through, so you really had no one to blame but yourself now that you were standing by the elevators by yourself like an idiot.

You debated on calling Natasha to come save you, but you had no idea if your friend was even in the building, remembering that she had told you she was going to be out on a job the week you were moving into your new room.

"Y/N?"

Turning your head to the source of the voice, you felt the heat rising up to your cheeks that only appeared whenever a certain witch was around.

"Wanda. Hey"

She smiles at you, your heart racing involuntarily at the sight. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh- Uh, I'm moving in today-" You cut yourself off.  "Actually, I'm meant to be training with Sam and Bucky, but Tony wanted to talk, and the next thing I knew we were at his labs..."

You huff and frown slightly as you slide your hands into your pockets. "Long story short, I got lost and I don't know how to get to the training rooms."

She laughs softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she throws her head back slightly. You're certain that the flush on your cheeks only deepens, but you're so infatuated with the woman standing in front of you that you'd gladly get lost all over again if meant you'd get to keep hearing that sound come from her mouth.

"That's understandable, it took me a month when I got here to memorise where everything was." She tells you. It's no doubt her way of reassuring you without outright saying it, and you couldn't be more grateful for it. "How about I show you around?"

"Really?"

"Of course! And when we see Sam and Bucky, we'll just tell them why you didn't show up for training." She grins. "It'll be fine, I promise."

When the person you've been crushing on offers you one on one time with them you do what anyone else in your shoes would and say yes.

-

Wanda ends up showing you around the whole building. All the way from the training rooms (somehow you don't see Sam and Bucky, and you weren't complaining at all), to the kitchens, taking you around all the floors and explaining everything that you wanted to know about.

When you two finally reach the compound she shows you all the hiding places she goes to when she wants alone time, making you promise not to share it with anyone else.

"It'll be our little secret" she told you with a wink, and you could only nod, not trusting your voice for fear of saying something embarrassing.

She shows you the path to her room, mentioning that it wasn't too far from yours. If you weren't too busy trying not to read into what she was saying, you would have seen the way she chewed on her lower lip as she watched you take everything in.

"Y/N!"

Both of your heads turn towards Sam when he calls out your name, seeing wave at you with Bucky in tow.

Wanda turns her attention back to you and smile makes your head spin at the warmness that fills your chest at the way it always seems to light up her eyes whenever she directs it towards you. "And I guess that's where our tour ends."

"I guess so."

You greet both of the guys with hugs when they reach you and Wanda. "Where were you, doll? I thought you were joining us for training today?"

They both look at you with understanding when you tell them about your situation, from getting lost by the labs to Wanda coming in and saving you by showing you around, making promises to both of them that you'd train with them the next morning.

You look at her and smile fondly once you've finished recapping your day to the guys. "Thanks again, Wanda, I owe you one."

"Maybe we can watch a movie together once you're settled in, just the two of us."

If any of them notice the way your cheeks heat up as you nod your head, they don't mention it.

Sam watches you as you keep your eyes on Wanda as she leaves, excusing herself when she remembers that she had her own training session with Natasha, raising an eyebrow at you when finally turn your attention back to them.

You shake your head at him, but the grin on his face tells you that he knows about your crush on her, no doubt giving him something to tease you about later on.

Oh boy, you were in trouble.

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