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Hits Different — Part III

Warnings: cursings, confrontations, stalker Nat (?), not a slowburn because I'm impatient.

Hi babes, I wasn't sure about this, but this will do for now. I hope you like it :)

Natasha Romanoff was in charge of the groceries this week. Yelena and Fanny were so bored without Kate bothering them that she took them along.

She grabbed the list of the specific necessities of each Avenger that she grew fond of, considering them her real family even though they weren't blood related. The Widow sisters then rode Natasha's black Corvette Stingray up to the grocery store.

For half an hour, they made sure to grab everything that was on their list until it finally reached Thor's special request—poptarts.

"Yelena, have you found Thor's request?" Natasha looked up from the label of the yogurt that she got for herself while she tasked her sister to grab the poptarts, and right at that moment, she felt her world stop the minute her eyes landed on the woman beside Yelena.

"Y/n!"

You didn't look back.

"Y/n, hey!" Natasha grabbed your wrist, turning you back around to face her with a glare while she flashed you a smile. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, no shit." You scoffed sarcastically, "I'm sorry, do you need anything?"

"Come on, it's not like we didn't-"

"Mommy? Cursing is bad!" Ash butted in before the redhead could even finish her sentence, overhearing your words and making Natasha's attention shift to your daughter.

The redhead's face displayed her surprise, "Mommy? You have a.."

"Yeah, sorry, baby," You cringed, apologizing for corrupting your daughter's ears again before gazing back up. "Obviously, Miss Romanoff, I'm a mother now, so time is gold for me. Let me go."

"Um, can I ask if.." Natasha gulped after a minute of silence. Her stare at your daughter made you pull Ash's hat further, as if it could make her invisible at that time. "If I'm the.."

Yes.

"No." You lied through gritted teeth. "Ash is mine and mine alone. I'm her mother, and she's my daughter. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Simple as that."

Natasha sighed. She was aware that a string was tugging her to question and provide evidence for something as soon as her eyes met the younger one's greenish eyes, so she knows there is something in this. Anything.

"How old is she?"

"None of your business," You snapped.

Natasha ignored you; instead, she faced your daughter and asked, "How old are you, Ash? Am I correct with the name?"

"Stranger," Ash mumbled with a frown while looking towards Natasha, "You're like one of my mommy's crazy fans. I hate you!"

"Baby, that's not nice," You reminded your daughter, even though you kind of agreed with her last statement.

"I'm sorry, Mommy." Ash apologized quickly with a pout before eyeing Natasha warily and slowly answering her previous question with hesitation, "I'm three. I'm turning four in March."

"Interesting," Natasha said, flashing your daughter a grin. Her eyes then turned toward you, looking at you with raised brows as if to challenge you about something. "Three and turning four. Born in March. Green eyes. Stands of red hair falling out of her ponytail. Tell me, she's mine, right? Because based on my calculations-"

"Oh, no, no, no." You shook your head aggressively. "I'm not doing this with you."

"Come on, Y/n, we both know that-"

"Back off." You spat dangerously low, trying to be as quiet as possible so that your daughter wouldn't be scared. "Bother us, and I won't hesitate to call the cops on you."

"You can't expect me to do that after you indirectly told me that she's mine." Natasha replied back, "And baby, call the cops, and I will file for shared custody. You and I both know who will win in the end, whether we're married or not."

The way she casually threatened you got into your head, making your blood boil, but you tried your best to calm yourself by breathing in and out.

Seeing as there's no point in hiding, now that this certain spy has quite grasped the confirmation about her daughter, you know it's not that long before you'll see her again, and you hate that.

"I fucking loathe you, Romanoff."

"See you around, ladies!"

Meanwhile, Natasha drove back to the compound with a small smile that she couldn't remove.

She has a daughter.

And it's with you, the woman with whom she felt this certain connection that was so deep and pure out of all the loves that she had experienced before. She didn't make a move before because she thought it was bound to fail, just like it always does for her. She could easily find you and go for her shot, but she didn't because commitments are difficult for her.

You made it seem so simple to her that she felt powerless to change it. She felt strangely attracted to you because of the way her eyes had caught you in the dimly lit room that night that the two of you did the miracle, the way your voice had sounded while she was giving you what you needed, and the way her mind appeared to hold this persistent image of you—fuck, everything made her feel unusual.

It hits different.

It hits different 'cause it's you.

Especially now.

"Mommy, look!"

You looked up from your phone, pocketing it quickly before Ash's small frame collided into yours.

She proudly showed you her arms filled with stomped stars and said, "I've got many stars!"

"Oh, my love!" You gushed, peppering her face with kisses, causing the latter to giggle. "I'm so proud of you! You really did a good job, honey! You deserve an award for this!"

"Really, Mommy?" Ash's eyes seemed to make hearts. "Anything? And you won't be mad?"

"That's a scary question, but sure!" You chuckled.

"Okay, can I have many, many peanut butter sandwiches? Like unlimited sandwiches!" She pleaded with puppy-dog eyes.

"Baby, we have that at home, and you can't eat that much all at once; you'll get a booboo on your tummy." You gently reminded her, making her nod with pursed lips to show her understanding. "So anything else?"

"Mm.." Ash thought for a while, staring into nowhere until she finally came up with something that she would really love, "How about a dog? Can I have one, please, Mommy?"

"Love, that's-"

"Ash?"

Natasha.

How the fuck did she know—oh, wait, she's a fucking literal spy!

"I told you to never bother us again!" You groaned impatiently.

"Miss, go away!" Ash stomped her foot with a glare while she wrapped her arms around your neck protectively. "I hate you! Go away!"

And for a second there, you thought you saw a flash of hurt on Natasha's face, but it was gone within a blink before you could even confirm it. Instead, she replaced it with a soft smile.

"I'm a friend of your mom, Ash." Natasha held out her hand for a handshake. "Can we be friends too?"

"I don't befriend strangers."

"Well, I'm Natasha." The Russian introduced herself. "I'm Yelena's sister and Fanny's, um, aunt...?"

"Really?" Ash asked unsurely.

Natasha nodded honestly, "Yes."

"Mommy?" Your daughter then turned to you for confirmation, and you didn't have the heart to shake your head this time because you saw the hopeful look in Natasha's eyes. Instead, you nodded with a smile, causing Ash to purse her lips while nodding unsurely, "Okay. Mommy's friends are my friends."

"Great." Natasha sighed in relief. This is already a success for her. "Now, I heard you want a dog. Are you going to get one?"

"Yes," Ash answered truthfully.

"Oh, maybe your dog and Fanny could play sometime; is that okay with you?" Natasha questioned carefully, knowing full well that she's still walking on eggshells around your guys' daughter.

"Yay!" Ash's eyes had lit up. "Mommy, I'll meet Yelena again! And Fanny too!"

You laughed, saying, "Yes, baby, are you excited?"

"Yes, yes!" She answered eagerly. "Can we get my dog now, please?"

"Of course, my love." You nodded, kissing her cheek while walking away, leaving Natasha to herself since she didn't ask to come with you anyway.

You had just wrapped up your shoot for the day, and you were currently headed towards your car to finally go home to your daughter when suddenly, you were blocked by somebody, preventing you from moving as they caged your body between their arms and your car.

Natasha.

Again.

"What now?" You scoffed.

"I want to know my daughter better." Natasha spoke so casually, making you roll your eyes. "I'm serious, Y/n."

"Why do you suddenly have an interest in my child?" You clenched your jaw, flashing her a scowl. "I told you to leave us alone!"

Natasha sighed, "Because she's my child too! You hid her from me—for years."

"Well, for good reason, don't you think?" You sarcastically questioned.

Honestly, the rage that you were feeling towards her had been bubbling up on the surface, and any minute now, you knew you'd be bursting like a bomb. You didn't even know where the anger and hatred came from, but you're just feeling them.

Maybe because you haven't talked yet.

Besides, she didn't even explain anything about herself, like why she doesn't want to have kids or whatever. Not that you care. Of course.

"And what reason is that?" Natasha pushed, challenging your limits.

"Fuck you!" You spat madly, pushing her away as hard as you can when you finally bursted, "I hid Atasha from you because I don't fucking want my daughter to just be somebody's obligation. I want her to be prioritized and loved and not make her feel like she's a chore to tend to! I fucking hated that when I was a child, it's shitty and my baby doesn't deserve that! And in case you forgot, you're an Avenger. You have enemies, potential threats and all deadly stuff, do you think that's safe for my daughter, huh?! I fucking gave her the life that I've been dreaming of having when I was a child. I want to protect her with everything that I have. You'd be sure as hell, I would give her anything just to make her happy and safe in my arms!"

"Who told you that I'd treat her like that?" Natasha asked warily, her voice hoarse from the revelation. "You know, I also had a rough childhood, and I know how that feels. I don't want anybody to suffer the way I did, especially my daughter. I wouldn't let that happen, Y/n."

"How am I supposed to believe that-"

"You know," Natasha breathed out shakily, "In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, they have a graduation ceremony. They sterilize you. It's efficient. One less thing to worry about. The one thing that might matter more than a mission. It makes everything easier. Even killing."

Oh.

You didn't know that.

"Natasha.."

"And then I met you and Ash again. Suddenly, I had hope. I have a will to live, when I thought that wouldn't be possible anymore."

You frowned, "Natasha.. I'm.."

"I was on the verge of giving up everything because everywhere I go, there's no sense of belongingness. Like I always feel out of place. Like I don't belong anywhere," She confessed vulnerably, letting you see the side of her that not many people know. "In the compound where I live, people just come and go, and that's not what home is. It's a fucking hotel."

"I'm sorry..." is all you can offer, feeling guilty all of a sudden, which she clearly saw in your eyes.

"But don't worry. I can't blame you." Natasha assured rapidly with a smile, "I've liked you ever since, and I think it would last forever now. I don't care if you hate me; I just want to be with you and Ash, even if we're just friends or-"

"I don't hate you, bastard!" You slapped her shoulder with a pout. "I think I'm angry with myself for letting my selfishness get the best of me. I felt threatened that you might take away my daughter from me. I can't let that—I won't-"

"Baby, don't be scared about that." The redhead shook her head, disagreeing. "It's okay. What's important now is that we're good... right?"

"Mhm." You nodded, opening your car to drive, and when you didn't see Natasha moving a single bone, you raised your brow at her and said, "Come on, now, grammy."

Natasha looked confused. "To where?"

"To Ash." You grinned widely, this time genuine. "Our home."

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Fifteen (2)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader(Bestie)

Wanda Maximoff x Vision (Exes)

Wanda Maximoff x Carol Danvers(Wives)

Monica Rambeau x Fem!Reader(Divorced)

Misery x Fem!Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

AU—High School Reunion 🤪

Previous Half

This is a continuation, because the fic managed to reach 10k and I hadn’t even finished, so I split it up. 😳

SMUT !! 18+ !! Minors DNI

Strap use, Oral(R! Receiving/Giving(strap)), Marking.

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When all you wanted was to be wanted.

Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now. Back then I swore I was gonna marry her someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine. Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind, and we both cried.

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them.

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The summer of 2015, you remember it just as it was, a bittersweet cumulation, where fluffy dreams were crushed by brutal reality. Natasha got accepted to Stanford University, and would be leaving New York—leaving you—come early August.

Instead of letting the pain of the inevitable consume you, you chose instead to just make the time with her memorable.

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"Sooo... My mom finally agreed to us having an unsupervised sleepover." You shout to your girlfriend mid cannon ball.

Your contorted figures burst through the chilled water, causing shivers to run across the entirety of your bodies, following along the same path of the bubbles encasing you. You popped out a second after her, and found yourself instantly pinned to the stairs by her body while you gasped for air.

"Seriously?!" She shrieks, with a set of shocked eyes, and a devious smirk underway.

"Yeah, she said something about trusting us completely, and something else about how at least the worst case scenario didn't end with me being pregnant so she could cope if need be."

"So, next weekend then?"

"Yes... Next weekend..." You conclude, with a gentle kiss to her nose and a newfound excitement settling in your heart.

"Race you to the deep end, and if I win, then I get to buy lunch." You challenged, and the redhead scoffs at your offer, before separating from you to grip at the wall.

"Not a chance you'll win..." She lowly chuckles before you both set off.

You did win, however since you won by means of distraction she'd simply disqualified your success, and ordered the both of you a pizza to enjoy by the poolside with your group of friends that had been initially forgotten.

—

"Detka, are you sure?" Natasha shakily asks, as she stares down at your partially undressed form.

Natasha Romanoff—before you, had been known around the school to get around. Truth be told though, she was simply the product of sexist smear campaigns, started by stupid kids who'd been pissed that they'd never even made it to first base with her. She was far from traditional, but the idea of sleeping with just anyone didn't sit well with her.

For her, it needed to be spent with someone she could trust her heart with, and she'd always known that person would be you. Every thump of her heart intensified whenever you were around, as if it was somehow reliant upon you to beat. The weekend before she was scheduled to leave, her parents had taken off for a much needed getaway before sending her off, and Yelena left for Kate's the moment their car had driven off.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life Natasha..." You whispered with a cheeky grin, pulling her face to yours by her cheeks, and you both giggled into the kiss as she fell on top of you.

A weekend well spent, full of tenderness, lots of giggling, and most importantly—love.

—

The weekend blended into a week, since you'd now spent every waking moment together. Melina promised your mom that she'd take good care of you, and so she allowed the occurrence. Currently, Natasha was mindlessly scrolling through Vine's while you were sat on her bedroom floor sketching.

"Detka, whatcha working on?" She mutters, as she drops her phone, while rolling to her side, and propping herself up on her bent elbow

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." You tease, tilting your sketch pad up, while sticking your tongue out at the beauty.

"Not fair..." She grumbled, falling back against her bed in a huff, and in turn ignoring you in a failed attempt to get you to change your mind.

"Such a whiney baby, how will you survive college all the way in California?" You jest, failing to see the way her face drops at the mention, but unfortunately not how your heart breaks at the subtle reminder.

An unsettling silence fills the room as the both of you ponder what's to come within a weeks time, and you refocus your energy into your work.

"Done." You mutter, as you tap your pencil to your lips, and pull your sketchpad to your chest with a goofy smile consuming your face.

You propped yourself up on your knees, shuffling towards the bed before hovering above your lover.

"If you're done pouting, I'll gladly show you." You playfully remark, then place a kiss to her pouting lips, followed by a shriek once she swiftly traps you and your sketchbook against her bed.

"Wasn't pouting..." She grumbles, then quickly straddles your lap to take the book from you.

Her hardened features instantly soften as she runs her eyes across the intricate sketch. Cartoon figures resembling the both of you fill the page, with a multitude of scenes depicted. All from your first date, to your first kiss, with thought bubbles that somehow express your immense feelings in simple phrases. Signed beautifully by yours truly, with a phrase that breaks her heart: Forever Yours, Y/N/N

She moves the sketch out of her eye-line to look down at your nervous face. Delicately, she places the book to the side before falling against you, and burying herself in you.

"Did you like it?" Your nervous voice tickles at her ear, and she places a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"I-I love it..." She stutters out over her sobs, and you just run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp, and feeling as she relaxes into you.

"I'm glad, it's yours, I'll get it framed."

Her arms tighten around your waist, and her head burrows further into your neck, as your hands continue their ministrations. The light sound of her sobs were eventually replaced by snores, and your heart simultaneously burst and cracked.

"Please, no matter where we end up, promise you'll come back for me..." You whisper against her temple, before falling asleep yourself.

—

No matter how much you pleaded with time to be kind, and to just slow down, it wouldn't. The whirlwind that was your greatest love story was nearing a place of divide.

August 5th, 2015–The day you'd lost the love of your life to Sunny California, she drove off to build her future, leaving behind the wreckage that was your heart after you'd officially given her every last piece of you. Most people love Wednesday's since it signifies the nearing end of a work week, but you only view them painfully.

Natasha truly loved you with her whole heart, and you loved her just the same, which was why you never asked her to stay, because deep down you knew she would've if you had. All she'd ever wanted was for the words to leave your mouth, for you to give her a reason to stay, but they never did. She drove off across state lines, very much aware that her heart would be left behind in New York, right in the palm of your hands.

—

That same night you fell asleep at her house, in her now empty room, with her smell that still lingered. Her family truly loved you, so they didn't even think to ask you to leave. Before passing out though, a crying Wanda had crawled into the bed next to you.

"He's not worth it darling... He lacked the necessary vi—perspective to see what was in front of him."

"Y/N/N..." She groaned.

"He's—potentially—graduating college in 2019 because he just doesn't have that 2020 .."

"You're the worst..."

"Okay, I'll stop... I'm sorry darling, but truly you dodged a bullet, nobody wants a dad named Vision. Especially not one that is a pretentious twat. It's going to be okay, I promise. Because I got you Wands, until the end of time. So, let's just get some sleep..."

Vision had promised her he'd love her forever, you had even started to believe him, but he decided that the 'bangable college girls' were more alluring than his girlfriend who'd still be in high school for another two years. The supposed transformation you'd witnessed was all just an elaborate ruse, and you were so grateful Wanda had never given herself to him in the same way you did with Natasha. You don't regret a single part of your relationship with Natasha, the only resentment you held was for the fateful end.

"I got you too dorogoy..." She sleepily mumbles, and you smile as you feel her shuffle even closer, and in the moment you know that no matter what, you'd have Wanda, and that would always be enough.

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And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall.

I've found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you're supposed to be, I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen.

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"Y/N, are you almost ready to go? Piet's literally pacing the living room and it's honestly making me sick." Wanda shouts up to you from your living room, and you just continue to glare at your reflection.

It's been five years since you'd seen most of these people, so you're not entirely sure why you're so nervous or why you're so hard pressed on impressing them. No matter how much you partake in self loathing, deep down you really are proud of yourself.

You've made a name for yourself, and are successful enough to live lavishly, but you remain humble in your two bedroom home. You spend your free time walking your elderly neighbors dogs for them, to which they reward you with enriching conversations and bowls of lukewarm porridge. Mr. Mittens—asshole that he is, is truly the light of your life. He's a great help when it comes to keeping the kittens you foster in line, and you treat him well with gourmet cans of various fish.

Losing Monica—your wife, had been rather difficult. It wasn't because the marriage was working, no, it was because she'd been one of your best friends first, and then she betrayed you in the worst way by cheating with your assistant. Humiliating you in front of your employees, and ripping the last bit of trust you had in love away from you. Being single for the last two years had given you time to find yourself though, and you became comfortable with being alone.

"Wands, I don't think I'm gonna make it." You shout back, groaning as soon as you heard the hurried footsteps ascending your staircase.

"Don't be stupid!" She exasperatedly states as she throws your bedroom doors open, and flops back onto your bed.

"I'm not facing the entirety of our graduating class without you. What if Vision comes with his brother Tony? I'd honestly die..."

"Wanda, you're literally married to a gorgeous woman, you have a brilliant set of two year olds, and you run a well known business that you built from the ground up. Last I heard, Vis is still as single as ever, because even his trust fund couldn't make the asshole desirable."

"That we built you mean, you're my partner in crime, stop selling yourself short."

Her sudden gasp nearly topples you over as you were on your tippy toes trying to reach a pair of flats.

"Oh my gosh! What if Natasha comes with Yelena?! Y/N/N! This could be your chance."

You'd honestly considered the possibility, even allowed yourself a moment of foolish hope; then swiftly refused to get your hopes up that she'd be there, let alone that she'd be single and still want you.

"Wands, let's not start believing in fairytale's."

"That's the difference between us Y/N/N, I never really stopped, and good thing because believing in them led me to Carol."

"Yeah, your story is rather magical." You lightly chuckle, while painfully searching through your closet for something worthy of the reunion.

"I know... Now, let's find you something worth Natasha's time." Wanda claps her hands, then shoves you away from your closet to take over.

"I'm sure she has better things to do than show up to her little sisters five year high school reunion, who even celebrates five years?"

"Kate Belova does, even more reason to believe Natasha will be there..."

"I still can't believe Yelena and Kate really just switched last names when they got married." You giggle, and Wanda sends a mom glare your way for deflecting, and you shiver at the sight.

"She's probably out on a date with her partner, or helping her kids with their school work."

"You've just imagined a full life for her then?"

"Of course, all I ever wanted was for her to be happy Wands, and I would never dream misery for her in an attempt to ease my own."

"Oh Y/N/N... I'll wish it for you then, that girl absolutely destroyed you, and it's only fair she be as miserable..."

"Yes, but only in the best way possible. She loved me so well that I couldn't fathom anyone else doing it better. There's no resentment for the redhead in my heart Wands, so please let yours go."

"Fine... Promise me this though, if she's there don't just let her slip away if you have a chance. I just want you to be happy dorogoy, it's been far too long since you last smiled genuinely."

"Promise." You exaggeratedly sigh, then link your pinky with hers before shoving her out so you can change into her decided upon fit.

"You act like I've never seen you naked before... Whatever though, I'll respect your boundaries, but you only got ten minutes!" She shouts through the door, you simply roll your eyes and change into the selected upon suit.

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Natasha stood by the punch bowl, with a couple flasks of vodka in hand to slip in. Groaning outwardly as she wonders why exactly she'd agreed to come here in the first place. She knew it was because of the rare chance that she'd get to see you walk through those doors, but as the minutes passed on her anxiety continues to peak.

"Sestra, Kate's not watching, do it now." Yelena whispered as she had her back to her sister, slightly shielding her, and Nat immediately dumped the contents into the punch.

"Just like your Senior year prom." Yelena chuckles, as she helps her sister clean up any spillage.

Natasha smiles as she remembers the prom fondly, having had the luxury of bringing you along; even if you were just a sophomore, they thankfully allowed plus one tickets for underclassmen.

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"Natasha did you get her a corsage?" Melina asks, as she helps straighten out the suit her daughter had selected.

"I-I, mom, you know I'm not traditional."

"Nonsense! What color is her dress?"

"Green." Natasha states with a smile, remembering the way you had told her that her eyes had inspired the dress.

"Okay, pick between these." She mutters, laying out orange, white, and purple."

"Mom, what the—."

"They contrast well with green, do not doubt me Natasha..."

Natasha simply nodded, and decided the white would reflect well with the deep, forest green dress you'd selected. Plus, her suit was white, so it would be another way to tie you two together.

As the time ticked on, she'd become increasingly worried you wouldn't make it down her stairs, then suddenly Yelena came running down with her clarinet in hand. Before Natasha could even question it, Yelena began to play the 'Here comes the bride' tune as you began to make your way down. She expertly side stepped to avoid the slap from her sister, but she definitely winced at the glares sent her way.

Melina had glared her way as well, planning a future admonishment, but she was entirely too focused on getting photos of you.

"Detka, you look, jeez, you look—."

"Jesus, Natasha, we all know you're gay but come on, you're already running late." Yelena grumbles, and this time her mother successfully delivers the slap to her head.

"Sidet!" She commands, and points to the couch, and the shit stirrer walks away.

You lightly giggle at the dysfunction, then lock your eyes with Natasha's, and give her your full attention.

"You look beyond beautiful detka..." She dreamily breathes out, then she raises the corsage up, and you lift your hand for her.

"Thank you darling, you look rather dapper yourself..." You relay, and your heart clenches at the sight of her widened smile.

Melina cleared her throat, then instructed the both of you to face her for a photoshoot. Natasha wrapped her arms around you from behind, and the two of you took about three good photos before becoming goofballs.

The dance was honestly full of idiots, who were either twerking all over one another, or eating each other's faces. Natasha refused to partake, instead she used her years of dance experience, and her iPod touch to make it far more memorable.

There was an outside patio for anyone who'd felt like they just needed to cool down; after utilizing the photo booth, and drinking some spiked punch, she pulled your unsuspecting form outside. She placed her suit jacket over your shoulders to protect you from the New York chill, then found an unoccupied corner.

"Natty, what are you doing?"

"Well, I plan to dance the night away with the love of my life, sound good?"

"Yeah, but why are we outside?"

Smirking your way, she settles a hand on your waist, then presses play on the selected song: She Keeps me Warm — Mary Lambert.

"Too stuffy inside, I just want you..." She whispers, sliding her hand to your lower back, then placing her other hand on your upper back, and gently sways you.

You don't question it, rather enjoying the intimacy that the twinkling lights, and the lack of sweaty bodies surrounding you afforded you.

"I'll name both of your eyes, forever and please don't go..." You quietly sing along, and the double meaning isn't lost on your girlfriend as she pulls you closer.

Natasha's selected playlist is a medley of love songs from across the ages, and she loves the way that you also appreciate the classics alongside the new age. She spins you out, and lets go of your hand, then smirks at you as the next lyrics sung out.

"Take my hand..."

With a playful roll of your eyes you do as she says, then lay your head against her shoulder as she continues to sing to you in her melodic voice.

"Take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you."

She pulls back slightly, lifting your face to meet her gaze, as she sings directly to you.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, Some things are meant to be..."

Then she pulls you in for a tender kiss, slowly moving her lips against yours, as she just cherishes the the way you feel against her.

"I can't help falling in love with you..." She mumbles against your lips, then buries her face into the crook of your neck for the remainder of your time outside.

When time to announce the prom royalty rolls around, she scoffs, then drags you off to her car instead. You watch her in amusement as she takes prom night, and makes it uniquely her own. Natasha finishes the night with you at a diner, sharing a Neapolitan shake, and a plate of fries with you. She smiles in pure adoration as she watches you dip your fry into the shake, and thinks about how much she doesn't want this to end.

The night does end though, and it was perfect. Natasha traced her fingers soothingly down your face, as your breaths finally evened out. Delicately, she'd kissed your lips, giggling to herself as you tried to reciprocate in your sleep. Exhaustion attempted to consume her as she cuddled into you, but she fought it as best she could. For a fleeting moment she was able to just admire all of your features. She sighed once she fully settled into sleeping bag; sleeping on the living room floor was a small price to pay if it meant she could do it with you in her arms.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Let's just hope the girl shows this time..." She humorlessly laughs, as a silent tear falls, and she discreetly wipes it away.

"Oh, she will. Wanda Maximoff RSVP'd for the both of them, and that girl doesn't commit to things lightly, she'll have her here.." Yelena reassures her, with a firm squeeze to her shoulder before leaving her once more.

Natasha pours herself a glass of vodka infused punch, then she downs it within a second before pouring out another and heading off to a corner for brooding.

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Your very first day

Take a deep breath, girl

Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors...

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The car ride isn't long, but it feels like hours as you sit in the passenger seat and wonder what you'll find behind those doors.

"It's not fair, I was here first, why does Y/N/N get the front seat..." Pietro whines, 'accidentally' kicking at the back of your seat.

"Because Piet, I'm Wanda's favorite." You snark, then move the seat back even farther, as you suddenly needed ample amounts of room to fit your ego.

"Because, our dear little Y/N here needs to stay in pristine condition in case Natasha is there, and the backseat would just wrinkle her suit." Wanda relays, taking a really sharp right, and chuckling at your collective grumbles.

"You'd think having kids would've made you a better driver." You shriek, while Pietro feigns illness in the backseat.

"You didn't die though." She quips, as she finally pulls into your destination, then turns to both of you with a devious smirk as she parks.

"Let's go!!!" She shouts eagerly with a clap to her hands, and you both reluctantly follow her.

Pietro runs ahead as soon as he catches sight of his old track buddies—Sam and Bucky, and they both wave back to you and Wanda with kind smiles before heading inside.

"Hey, I need you to breath sweets, I can't see your chest rising and falling..."

You inhale deeply, then release a long, exaggerated breath, Wanda rolls her eyes as she steps ahead and turns to face you.

"Listen to me Y/N, you deserve happiness, if she's here, and available you just need to shoot your shot. If she isn't, then maybe have a conversation to gather some closure, then be open to moving on to someone new. Stop psyching yourself out, you deserve the world, and if I had been into the brooding type maybe you and I could've given it to you."

"Gross... You did give me the world though Wands, you gave me a found family of people that love me unconditionally..."

"Stop, don't make me cry, I only brought a backup lipgloss."

....

"Just breathe, and then follow me in..."

Wanda the walks through the doors, and you stare at them closing, before taking in a shaky breath. The doors open once more, and as you force yourself to walk in the sound of your name being called sends a pang to your heart, and regret instantly washes over you.

"Y/N/N, it's been too long, I miss you..."

"Mon... How are you?" You manage to get out, swallowing thickly as you do your best to remain composed as her arms wrapped around you.

"I'm doing well, I see you changed your number, I hope that wasn't my fault..."

Of course it was...

"Where's Rogers?"

"Steve is getting us a sampler plate, but I just saw Wanda enter so I knew you wouldn't be too far behind. So I had to come see you..."

"Monica, what are your intentions here? Honestly, I'm too exhausted to play one of your back and forth games..."

"This isn't some game Y/N, I just miss my best friend, and I know I screwed up, but I'm not going to pass up the only chance I have at getting you back in my life."

"This isn't the place for this conversation, but since you started it, I'll finish it. You're right, I did change my number because of you. You broke me, had you just asked for a divorce I would've understood, I know I wasn't the wife that you deserved. But God, Mon, I was the best friend, and I know you know that. You wanted something from me that you knew deep down I couldn't give, and instead of bowing out you chose to hurt me in the cruelest way possible. To take the little faith I had left in love and crush it was beyond forgiving. I love you Mon, I always will, but I just can't trust you, and that is where we end. Go, be happy, and please don't try to contact me again." You say in a hushed tone, doing your best to not embarrass either of you in front of a room of your peers.

The obvious tension, and Monica's not so quiet sobs stifle your attempt for privacy. So, with shaky hands, and unshed tears hanging in your lashes you walked away from the crying woman, and approached the refreshments. The ladle was shaking as you tried to pour the punch into your glass, but a soft hand hovered over yours in an attempt to steady it.

"Wands, I'm okay, go have fun..." You shakily whisper, as a tear betrays you and falls on her hovering hand.

"Long time no see, pretty eyes... I thought I had told you, lying isn't very ladylike..."

She caught the ladle before it could splash the punch all over the place, and then she gently gripped your arm to drag you somewhere more private. Natasha took you down a hallway, pushing you into a vacant closet, and then once behind the door she pulled you into her strong arms.

"Let it all out detka, I'm right here..."

Your legs almost instantly gave out, so your hands gripped tightly to her shirt. Natasha immediately lowered the both of you to the floor, leaning against a wall, as she just held you close. You buried your face against her in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart, I got you." She coos, as she lightly rocks you, and rubs comforting circles into your back.

After a few minutes your sobs had dwindled into the sparsest of tears, and sporadic hiccups, then almost instantly the embarrassment flushes through your body at the predicament you find yourself in.

"God, I'm so sorry Natasha... This is just pathetic, you should go back to the party..." You bitterly chuckle, attempting to pull out of her lap, but she pulls you right back in.

"Hey, nothing about you is pathetic... I meant it, I'm not leaving you, I'm only here for you." She whispers, while cupping at your cheeks and it's then that you see her equally glassy eyes filling you with immediate guilt.

"Oh, please don't cry..." You mutter, as you then rotate to kneel in front of her, and gently wipe away at the falling tears.

Natasha gently smiles at you, before kissing your palms, then while feeling rather bold you surged forward and connected your lips with hers. Her arms immediately wrapped around your waist as you moved to straddle her so that she could pull you that much closer.

"God, I missed these lips so much..."

She whispers against your parted lips.

"... and these pretty eyes, that just sparkle..."

She continues, while wiping the residual tears,

"... oh and this face, it's such a beautiful one..." and her fingers tenderly traced your cheeks.

"Most importantly though, I missed the entirety of you, my heart ached without you. There's not much I regret in my life Y/N/N, but leaving you is definitely at the top of my list."

"Hey, no... You had to go, I couldn't be the reason you gave up your dreams Natty."

"Well, let me tell you, I've gotten that little folded paper with my name on it—twice, and I've never felt more alive than I do right here and now." She humorlessly laughs out, as her hands find a new resting place on your hips.

"You're the only part of my dream worth pursuing, the missing piece..." She mutters with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe her.

"When I saw you got married, my heart had split in two, I nearly flunked out my final year of my undergrad because I was so distraught. I'd always expected it, because of course someone would come through and scoop you up. Somehow, I pulled it together though, and graduated. Then I decided to further my education and go for my masters, but literally right after I started I found out Monica just moved on. I was honestly confused, because who would willingly give up forever with you, I knew I was an idiot when I drove away. Judging by the conversation I just witnessed though, I'm guessing it wasn't amicable."

"Well, when you left I was very distraught myself, I did my best to move on, but it never really worked out. Monica was my close friend first, so the switch in intimacy after high school wasn't too hard, but in the end it couldn't work. She wasn't you, and over time I just couldn't fake it anymore. Instead of just ending things though, she chose to completely destroy me. Cheating on me with my assistant, and doing so in my own office. There's no way it wasn't deliberate, it's like she wanted to punish me for not being able to love her how she wanted, well I guess deserved is the better word for it. She truly deserved better, but in the end so did I. Honestly, I'd sworn love off, having accepted that I'd only ever get the one great one. You were truly my greatest love story Natasha..."

"Were?" She asks, with her bottom lip caught between her teeth to contain the trembling.

"I'm a bit of a basket case Nat, are you sure you really want to pursue this?"

"Y/N, I just told you how much I need you, please don't make me beg..."

"Seeing you beg sounds kinda hot though..." You lustily whispered, while intentionally adjusting yourself in her lap, and smirking as she tightly gripped your hips to still you.

"Oh, detka, you're playing a dangerous game..."

"Good thing I live for danger then..."

Natasha quite literally tackled you onto the hardwood floors, hand behind your head to offer only the slightest protection. Your grunt of pain was muffled as her lips smashed to yours, tongue swiping across your bottom lip in search of permission that you'd immediately granted. A moan flew from your throat as her hands felt you up over your clothes, and her tongue glided across your own.

Instantly the taste of the punch and vodka transcends across your tastebuds, and you freeze. Your inhibitions are low, but eventually you manage to pull away from her lips once her hand begins to unbutton your undershirt.

"Natty, stop, you've been drinking..."

"Oh, sweet girl, always so considerate... Yelena and I might've spiked the punch, so I had maybe a shot, and I'm Russian so really it was just spicy water... I'll obviously stop if you want, but just know that you're not taking advantage of me..."

"Really?"

"Yes moya lyubov', I would honestly wait forever for you..."

With the tendernesses in her eyes, and the clarity on her sobriety, you pull her back in, slightly rolling your hips into hers and gasping at the unexpected bulge.

"Oh, yeah... I was really optimistic.." She chuckles against your lips, then reluctantly she pulls back to work on removing your pesky suit.

Her mouth falls open at the sight of your glistening core, and even though she wants to cherish every inch of you right now, she's aware that there's an invisible time limit in place. So, she pulls her pants down, then watches as your eyes darken once the strap springs out of her boxers, and she drops to straddle you once more.

"You're already dripping, you think you can handle me sweetheart?" She rasps into your ear, and you nod vigorously.

"Words detka..."

"Yes.. I'm so ready... Please fill me up..."

Natasha runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it over the strap, then bringing the excess up to her lips she sucks her fingers in to get a taste. She moans around her fingers, then moves to line her toy up with your entrance.

"Fuck..." She lowly gasps at how easily she slides in, and her lips meet yours for a sweet kiss, and her hips moved against yours at a painfully slow pace, reaching deep within you, but never with enough friction to really get you anywhere but desperate.

Once she had you squirming, and felt you whining into her mouth, she just couldn't hold back anymore. Tightly gripping at your hips to steady herself, she moved into a far more brutal pace, and began to trail her lips down until she had your nipple in her mouth. Your legs wrapped around her, pushing her even deeper into you, and simultaneously causing it to rub against Natasha's clit. The new angle caused the coil in Natasha’s abdomen to tighten as her own high quickly approached.

Natasha’s grunts, your muffled moans, and the sloshing sounds coming from your dripping cunt were truly a beautiful medley. Making up for lost time had honestly never felt so good, and neither of you truly wanted it to end.

Natasha could tell you were close though, as your choppy moans were now filling the tiny space around the both of you. Your ability to contain them any longer obviously lost in your dizzy state. She detached her lips from your breasts, smirking widely as she peered down at the marks she'd just left behind.

She suddenly pulled out, and aggressively slammed back into you at a different angle, hitting the furthest depths of you and causing you to scream out in pleasure. Quickly, she had slammed her lips to yours to stifle your moans, in an ill-fated attempt to keep passerby's from hearing in. Natasha could only hope no one had been near, but at the same she couldn’t bring herself to actually care when she had finally had you beneath her again.

Slowing her pace allowed you to really enjoy the fullness of your orgasm, and the feel of your hands kneading at her breasts had sent her tumbling into her own. Her hips stuttered against yours, and her face fell to the crook of your neck as she moved to regulate her breathing.

As she pulled out, all that she could think about was tasting you, so she quickly found her way to your dripping folds.

“Shhh, I’m just going to clean you up detka, I know you’re sensitive my sweet girl…” She coo’d against your folds, and you attempted to shimmy away, but her firm grip on your thighs held you in place.

Once she’d collected the totality of your arousal, she placed a kiss to your clit, then giggled as your body jolted. Then she worked to redress you, pulling your bottoms back on for you, but before she could do the same with your top you’d reached out to stop her. Her brows furrowed, but quickly settled as she saw you settle upon your knees, and watched as your doe eyes dropped to her strap.

Natasha watched in a lust inspired daze as you worked your mouth over her strap, faltering ever so slightly, before taking it in its entirety, as you effortlessly cleaned off your arousal. Your tears were slowly falling down your cheeks; no longer heartbreakingly so, but instead purely drawn out by pleasure, and something about the sight had Natasha’s core clenching around nothing.

Natasha groaned as your head began to bob with vigor, the sight alone had her ready to burst; your unrelenting movements successfully pushed her over the edge of bliss once more. She held firmly against the wall to keep herself upright, while working to catch her breath, which proved rather difficult as she watched as your puffed up lips released her strap with a pop, and a trail of spit mixed with spirts of your arousal followed you.

Her heart burst as she watched you pulling up her ruined boxers, and then her slacks, placing a sweet kiss to her abdomen before tenderly tucking her strap back into her boxers, then securing her pants in place. You shakily stood up, then found your naked body pressed against the door, as she pulled you in for a vulnerable kiss, that somehow conveyed anything that had remained unsaid.

"You know, this is nowhere close to how I'd envisioned this reunion, but I like to think it's perfectly us." Natasha endearingly relays, as she places soft kisses across your face.

"Funnily enough, I'd expected you to have moved onto something better, so this was a more than welcomed surprise for me."

"Oh, my angel, I've only ever wanted you, since that day I saw you and Lena playing in the backyard and then I joined in for your game of tag. I obviously didn’t know what it meant then, but when I saw you Junior year it had clicked."

"You mean when my mom dropped me off for the first time after meeting your parents?"

"Yeah, you were just so gentle, and incredibly kind. Lena scraped her knee, and I remember you'd comforted her almost instantly. Here you were, a complete stranger, and you were still just so loving. Then, Melina and I watched in awe as she actually let you hold her, because normally all Yelena wanted was for mama to tend to her. You've always been the sweetest thing, making everyone around you feel safe, and I've found over time that my heart just never beats properly when you're away."

“I love you Natasha…” You whimper out, as you try not to cry again for the umpteenth time, but fail miserably.

“Thanks… You’re pretty cool, I guess…” She teases, and you’re grateful to her for lightening the mood.

—

Natasha and you snuck off to find a bathroom in a fit of hushed giggles as to not draw attention to the closet you were clearly exiting. Once reaching the singular stalled bathroom you both got to fixing your appearances. You splashed water on your face, allowing it to cool your heated skin, before wiping off the remnants of her smeared lipstick, then fixing your destroyed hair to the best of your ability, and straightening out your suit.

Natasha watched you fixing yourself up, then as soon as you seemed content with yourself she'd pulled you into her for another sweet kiss, transferring her deep red lip onto yours.

"Natty, I just got your lipstick off..."

"I know, leave it..."

"Marking your territory already? Haven't even properly asked me out yet..."

"Oh yes, sorry, must've slipped my mind as I was just a bit busy confessing my everlasting feelings for you, then proceeding to make love to you right there on the janitors floors."

Your lips curled at the way she described your previous entanglement of bodies so tenderly, and you cheekily replied:

"All is forgiven... So go ahead, ask..."

"Y/N, will you go out with—."

"Yes!!!" You squeal, effectively cutting her off, as you smash your lips to hers.

"Oh, this is awkward, I was offering you up to Vision, heard he's still single." She winces, as you slap her arm and go to leave before she grabs your hand.

"I'm just messing around, no way I'd ever give you up again. Now, let's get back to the party before anyone notices.”

"Natty, I guarantee you they've noticed." You laugh out while exiting the restroom without her.

Once you slipped back into the event, you'd looked all over for Wanda, then your jaw clenched as you saw Vision infiltrating her space. Natasha walked in right after you, and followed your gaze to find why you'd suddenly become tense.

"Detka..."

Before she could even finish you were stomping over to save your best friend.

"Wanda, what could that woman possibly have, that I can't give you?"

"Oh buddy, a flea could offer so much more than you ever could!" You growled, while shoving his hand off her shoulder, and yanking Wanda behind you for safety.

"Oh, if it isn't little lezzy, I see you corrupted poor Wanda, but I guess you just weren't enough for her, or anyone for that matter. I heard Monica cheated on you, and I mean we all know Natasha drove across the country to get away from —."

He was cut off by a fist to the face, you felt a pain in your hand, and it's then that you realize it is you that punched him. Vision went to deck you, but before he could even rear back Natasha punched him properly, and he was out like a light.

"Go Romanoff!!!!" Tony shouts, clearly drunker than anyone else in the room, as he cheers on his brother’s downfall.

"Y/N..."

"I'm fine.."

"No, detka, you're not. We need to ice your hand."

Natasha went off to collect you some ice, and you turned to Wanda with a sad smile.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Of course I am, my best friend swooped in like a knight in shining armor and saved me. However, she had her own knight right behind her that requires explanation."

"She came back for me, apparently we're both miserable without the other." You smiled, and Wanda matched your smile before observing your hand with a frown.

"You know what he said isn't true right? Platonically speaking, you’re everything to me."

"Yeah, I know Wands..." You sigh, then wince as her fingers go over your bruised knuckles.

“Plus, we’d be too powerful as a couple.” You state, and the both of you giggle at the thought.

Natasha came running over in a panic with a bucket of ice, and ace bandages that you’d wondered where she found them, then the women worked together to help you.

—

While the women tended to Y/N's hand, Yelena watched from a hidden corner, with freshly buttered popcorn in her lap, and a mischievous smile.

"Sweetheart, where'd you get popcorn?"

"Jesus, Kate Belova, you can't sneak up on me like that..."

"My sincerest apologies Yelena Bishop." She condescends, before moving to ask her about her current suspicions.

"So, was this the plan all along? Matchmaking, and then shit stirring?"

"Da."

"Makes sense then why you asked to be in charge of the invites, and why only a select few were actually sent."

"My beautiful wife, you should know better than to trust me, so really, this is your fault."

"Is not!"

"Your name was on the invitations."

"Now Y/N's going to be mad at me."

"Y/N is a puppy dog who just got the love of her life back, she won't even think to be mad."

Kate sighs, but then Yelena continues.

"Now, Natasha, she will be furious, but don't worry dorogoy, I'll protect you." Yelena says, then laughs boisterously, and the hide out is quickly exposed.

"Yeah, well the couch is calling your name, so enjoy your sleep, I'm sure Fanny will keep you warm."

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As you enter your house you toss your keys into the dish, then used your good hand to pet Mr. Mittens, and he tilted his head in bewilderment as he took in your bandaged hand.

"You spend too much time with Wanda..."

He audibly huffs, then his gaze swiftly looks passed you, and then you hear the scuffling of wheels, and the door lightly closing.

"Your place is cute." She comments, as she wraps her arms around you from behind, and settles her head on your shoulder then extends one hand out to your calico.

Mr. Mittens sniffs her hand cautiously, then nudges his head under her hand, and you nearly choke at the sight.

"It could be ours if you'd like, I don't want to push you, but I also don't want to just start over with you either..." You lowly mumble, confidence having faded almost instantly.

"Plus, Mr. Mittens loves you, and that's rare."

"Well, let's see..." She ponders the invitation, while rotating you in her arms.

"I literally gave my life in California up just on a whim in the hopes of finding you, then just today: I've knocked someone out for you, confessed my feelings, and I even stripped you down in a janitors closet. Nothing about what I've done indicates plans to start over."

…

"So, if you'll have me, then I'm yours."

"Welcome home then darling..." You beam, and smile as Natasha lifts you by your thighs and carries you to the couch, then she falls back with you on top of her.

"Hey Alexa, play my greatest hit playlist." You shout, and a gentle tune starts to play, as you cuddle into the love of your life.

Natasha watches intently as you fall asleep almost instantly, observing the slightest of differences in your appearance since she'd last held you seven years ago. Your face had slimmed ever so slightly, you stopped dyeing the ends of your hair, and you've definitely gained a few beauty marks while living under the sun. Somehow you'd managed to get even more beautiful, and she believes that should be a crime.

Regardless of the changes though, she's just grateful to have you back in her arms, where you’ve always belonged.

"I came back for you detka, just like you'd asked..." She whispers, then pulls a blanket over you from atop the couch, and falls into a blissful sleep.

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I chose not to write their first time together because they were minors in that portion of the storyline so really I felt the allusion to it was just more kosher.

So, in an attempt not to rob anyone, I gave you their “brief” closeted 🥁 reunion 😂

The elongated smutty portion is truly what made this so late 😳

Also, not that this specific age gap would offend anyone, but Y/N and Natasha are more like 1.5 years apart since she's a December baby and got to start school before turning five.

It took longer than a couple hours because I got distracted and also ya girl had to get ready for work lol (Graveyard shifter)

The distraction — I got these cute hangers of sorts on Etsy and they arrived when I was writing.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. [re-upload]

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a married woman who’s going through a divorce is linked to a broken girl who wants to incline what she truly wants. a night of fulfilling each other’s needs wouldn’t harm a thing, right?

warnings: smut (for most part), dirty talking, slight argument, and more.

author’s note: yes i re-uploaded this again, i’m so sorry it wasn’t showing up on any tags. i do hope you can reblog this and share your thoughts once you’re done reading! <3

I swore to myself that I was going to quit the job of selling myself to the people who could monopolize me. At first, it seemed to be fine in my case. I took control and would always take control, especially when I'm about to get uncomfortable in the situation. But lately, men control me instead of me. The reason for that is because of the money, how much we love it. I was kicked out of my house at a very young age, literally when I turned eighteen years old. I did my best to apply for jobs that could offer just a tiny amount of money and the more that I worked, the more that I needed the money.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

"Y/N?" I opened the door to see Michelle looking at me with worried eyes. She touched my arm and squeezed it, affirming me if I was alright. "You've been there for too long. Did something happen?"

I shake my head, "No. I just had to take a breather."

Michelle was the first person I became friends with when I got into the community. She offered me a place to stay, well with her. I'd always tell her that it wasn't needed but Michelle would dismiss me and say that she needed a roommate anyway. We became friends since then.

She was kind and very generous. Whenever I had finished my time with a man, Michelle was there to comfort me, feed me, and take care of me. She was basically my girlfriend at some point, but I had no romantic feelings for her.

"Okay," she muttered, smiling tightly because that's all she could possibly offer. Michelle gave me the tightest hug and added, "Take care of yourself. I'll see you at home."

I stayed for a few more hours at the club, seducing men into the back so I could give them what they wanted. Wasn't that the point? In the end, I received a good amount of money and decided that I should get a piece of nice furniture for the house – since I'm living at Michelle's place. When it was around 12'oclock in the morning, I finally grabbed my bag and walked out of the building; alone.

My workplace wasn't far from the house, it usually takes fifteen minutes to get to my destination. Sometimes twenty if I was walking too slow – I guess I can say it was a little farther than I thought it would be. But, there's this shortcut that I usually don't take. It was a little too dark since there were no street lights; I was a wuss. But, feeling a little challenged, I decided to take that route and walked right.

As expected, it was shorter and I was pleased. Although it was a little frightening since it was way too dark for my liking. I could feel my legs trembling from each step I take, my throat getting a little dry up from the cold mystic air. I had my arms wrapped around myself, not knowing what to do with them. And just as I was about to leave a route, there was a black SUV that was going towards me – making me turn and squint my eyes at the person who was driving.

The window shield rolled down, and I was presented by a redhead who looked a little older than me. In fact, she looked a little tired. I smiled – kindly – at her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman replied, "Are you... Are you alone?"

Wasn't it obvious? I nodded.

She turned to her left and bit her lip, making me feel a little nervous about her action. Anyone who bites their lip makes me nervous, extremely nervous. I was about to walk away until she hollered, "Wait! I'm sorry, please come back. I just want to ask you something."

I turned again and looked at her with slight seriousness that was flashing through my eyes. She pulls the lever of her car and grips her steering wheel hard, figuring out the words she's about to say out of her mouth. It took a while, maybe a minute or two, until she asked: "Are you okay with the idea of having sex with me? I'll pay."

She was blunt, I don't know if I liked it. But, she seemed so genuine and nice about it too. Or maybe, that's how I think about everyone. They're all genuine and nice. Is this the way of her going to use me like a puppet? After all, I was a toy to doll with. I also do think it was my appearance too, my harsh makeup says it all. Looking at her deeply with such questionable eyes, I realize how utterly beautiful the woman was. She looked harmless but very intimidating. Does that make sense?

"How do I know that you won't rape me?" I asked with a shuddering breath.

"I'm not going to do that," she responded but with a softer tone, her body relaxing a bit. "That's why I'm asking. But hey, if you don't want to that's alright."

I think I have stood there for a fat minute, staring at her with blissful eyes. She was beautiful, so so beautiful. I could rant about this to Michelle for so long but, she won't possibly be anything to me by the end of the day. She's a mystery, a slick woman. I felt safe within her presence like no man was ever going to hurt me. It would hurt to say no, and I want to do it with her.

I responded with a small smile, "Okay, where will we go?"

At this point, I should feel threatened by her – especially with the choice of location. We were on a lonely road, where the forest surrounded us. It was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything except maybe the sky. She pulled the breaks and sighed, rather too deeply, and looked at me with wandering eyes. I could feel immense anxiousness, yet a great thrill. I spoke, "What do you want us to do?"

With such boldness inside of her, she responded: "I want to fuck you but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. So, if you have any questions please do ask."

I do have questions, maybe not a lot. But there's this one question that has been bugging my head. I couldn't help but rammed out, "Why didn't you go to a building instead?"

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows scrunched for emphasis.

"Like," I gulped, trying not to stammer my words. "...Are you just finding people to fuck in the middle of the night? I mean, it's pretty sketched up honestly."

She had to let out a small laugh at my statement, she shakes her head and bows her head a little. She whispered, "I wasn't even planning to. But, you looked really nice. I had to take my chances."

"By fucking me?" God, I need to shut up.

"You could say that," my, she was very blunt. In fact, the bluntest person that I've ever interacted with. "But, I'm a jerk for that. We don't have to do this if you want to, we could just... talk. You see, I'm going through a divorce and I just need some relief."

Never once has a person given me an option like this. Not once. And I felt incredibly different from it. I could feel my heart thumping loudly through my eyes, my body stiffened with her presence. I was stunned, baffled, and felt admired. No man would admire me, I was used.

I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to roar it out. God, how insatiable I was.

And did she say divorce? Oh, this was a heavily bad idea. It was going to be a rebound. But why would she care? We don't know each other, we never had a connection – or maybe I was wrong. We do have a connection. My stupidity takes over me and swerves all around my body. I hate myself for thinking like that.

"I want you to fuck me."

She turns yet again, with lifted eyebrows and a soft gasp. It's like she couldn't believe it, she was shocked as I was. Then, she responded: "Are you sure?"

I was even more sure of my own future. I wanted to feel bold as she was, I wanted that. I nodded desperately and whispered close enough for her to hear, "You can do anything you want to me."

She groaned with a stutter, biting her lower lip so hard as to contain her animalistic mind that could be bewildered any sooner. She looked deep into me, her eyes spoke with fire and intensity, I almost wanted her to unleash it. Maybe not almost, it's a very much-needed want. Without even thinking, she pulled me in with a sloppy kiss, I granted her in.

"The name's Natasha," she speaks while licking my chin all the way to my upper lip with such hunger. "You'll be screaming it when I fuck you so hard."

We were finally in the backseat, our kissing intensifies as the windows began to fog with each smack of our lips. She held the back of my waist, circling her thumb on my covered skin as my hands were all over her neck. She grunts, pushing her hips forward to feel that friction. I felt it, it was like a shock wave.

"You're so beautiful," she says with such a dreamy voice, pulling away to take a good look at me – even though I felt disgusted. "How could you be this beautiful?"

I laughed softly, but not too loud.

"I think you're just drunk."

She chuckled, burying her head into my neck, and whispered: "I'm not drunk. But with you, I could be."

Her hands made their way to my loose white shirt, pulling the hem up a bit to see a bit more of my skin. She smiled at me and then looked down, groaning at the sight. I was severely aroused, wet, and hot. I wanted her tongue everywhere, maybe her whole body. I wanted her as much as I wanted to go to Massachusetts, which was an odd thing to compare. She let go and removed her black leather jacket, dropping it on the carpeted floor, and pulled up her black shirt until I could see her abs that were on display.

"Natasha," I breathed, trying to control my eagerness. "You look beautiful."

"Not as much as you are," she responded, kissing my neck with a bit of a moan that she was holding back. I don't know if she was being serious, she probably must've said that despite the intense heat we were both having. Either way, that felt important to me. I kissed her cheek, eagerly trying to turn her so I could kiss those subtle and plump lips. She knew right away and our tongues danced together, our touching began to become rough and I started grinding up against her hips – wanting more, needing more.

"I'll pay you an extra hundred if I could um," she stutters while kissing my lips repeatedly – as if not wanting to pull away from them. "If I could dirty talk with you. I want to degrade you a little, but we won't do it if you're not comfortable–"

"I am," I whispered breathlessly onto her wet lips, and it was the truth. I was fine with the idea of her calling me the nastiest name. "Please, do anything you want with me."

She kissed my lips once more, and her hands continued to tease the sides of my ribs. I hitched my breath as I could feel her tongue drooling all over my neck. Was she this insatiable? Or was that just me being a horny person too? I was lost in her world – as I succumbed to it.

"You're going to beg for me?" she coos. I felt hot, immensely hot. I couldn't even think anymore, so I nodded. She smirks and whispers close enough to my ear, "Words, little one."

"Oh, yes! Please, I'll do anything."

Natasha chuckles and pulls my shirt away, gasping quietly as my covered breasts were on full display. It was admired for her, she liked how supple my breasts were and she began to squeeze them with both of her hands. She comments, "So beautiful."

I tried not to smile at this intense moment, but I couldn't help it. I never received that kind of a compliment in many years, even though it probably won't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I tried not thinking about it and continued to tease her by arching my hips repeatedly, asking her to fuck me now.

"Skip the teasing, please..." I begged, yelping softly when I could feel her teeth sinking in into my neck like a mad woman. She shakes her head, pulls herself up, and whispered lowly: "I'm paying you, remember? So be a good girl for me."

I hate men when they degrade me, I find it insanely stupid and such a turn-off. With their masculine tone and their grunt, I could cringe to the point my whole body was a spasm. But, she's different. I liked it when she degraded me. In fact, I liked everything she's doing to my body right now–

"I'm going to pull off your pants now," she says, staring at me with eyes that speak are-you-going-to-stop-me look. I nodded as I tried speaking out my words, but nothing came out. She knew that. Natasha smiled down at me and unzipped my pants, pulling it down while her eyes were basically glued to mine.

Once our clothes were off, our bodies pressed each other with such connection that I couldn't bear myself to explain. She was sweating, but not like crazy sweat. I noticed that her hair was braided, a faint blonde at the end of it. I admired her beauty, I also admired her courtesy in everything she does. I felt like I could even trust her at this point.

"Detka," she whispers with such a needing tone, biting her lower lip to hold back whatever she was having inside of her. She whispers with a husk, "I bet you're tight down there."

That could be a lie. I wasn't pure anymore, maybe she won't see me the same way again because I was like a used doll. But instead, I shook my head. Honesty is important.

"I think you're speaking metaphorically," I couldn't help but chuckle, trying not to have that awkward moment. "I'm not that... tight anymore. You can reach back out if you want to."

Instead, she smiles – as if she was adoring my little ramble. She responded with a softer tone, "I don't care about that. You're still as beautiful as ever."

Was I going to be emotionally attached to this woman? I hope not. Because, knowing myself, I knew I could depend easily on someone so quickly. Growing up with no love in my lifes could lead me to naivety until I go insane. But, I liked to experiment. I just hope I don't have attachment issues.

She spits on her two fingers and spreads them to lubricate most of their length. Then, she buries her head into my neck again and thrust her fingers inside of me, making my mouth let out a silent scream as her long fingers go deeper into my cunt with no problem.

"God you're tight," she hitches, her hips going upwards. "And warm–Ah–you're so warm, I can barely breathe."

This woman was good with her words, she knew how to use them that I almost came from them. I hold her back with both of my hands, biting my bottom lip hard and Natasha pulls out then thrusts back again with emphasis, making my head hit the car door. She pulls her head back, staring into my eyes with her hooded ones, and brutally thrusts back in and out. Each time she prods her fingers back in, I let out a moan. A whiny one to be exact. I was such a slut, especially for this woman who is clearly above me. Our hips were in sync, her tongue was all over my jaw while my other hand was placed on the fogged window – trying to hold onto something.

It felt too passionate for a one-night stand.

"I'm so wet for you baby," she whispers to me, staring into my wet eyes as she changes the pace a bit. This time, she was curling her fingers to hit that spot that was untouched for many years. "I'm going to make you cum first, then you make me cum too. Okay?"

I nodded, panting as her fingers pounded into me, hard.

"Words."

It sounded like a demand, hell I loved it. So I spoke with a loud scream, "Hmph—yes! Oh yes... god fuck me, please–harder, go harder!"

Natasha groans at the sight of me and responds with a lower tone in her voice: "Oh god, please tell me you're about to cum. You're clenching around me... poor baby."

That nickname made me explode like a nuke. I arched my back in pain as my eyes shut with pleasure, my whole body began to tremble as I clenched hard around her fingers, mewling and screaming while my orgasm took over me. I could see the white stars at the back of my eyes, I felt like I was in oblivion.

She holds me close, watching me while I climax around her fingers. Natasha was in love with the sight she was seeing, she took it in. This is something she could never forget, a beautiful woman like me is something she could never ever forget. For some reason, she felt a spark from the alluring sight. It compelled her until she realized that it was probably wrong to feel that way. But, she merely couldn't help it.

I flopped against the car cushions and panted, my chest endlessly sweating from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me with such lovely eyes that I've never seen. I couldn't tell if she was admiring me, I was too fucked up to speak. I whispered, "Do you want me to eat you out?"

But Natasha never stopped staring at me, it was like she was fond of my presence. This whole sex arrangement only started almost an hour ago, and she could feel herself being attached. How incredibly dull was she? So dull.

"Maybe some other time," she responded with her dreamy voice, smiling down at me toothlessly. "I'm going to pay you now."

Natasha insisted on taking me home and turning her down for the tenth time, I agreed. It wasn't a long ride home, we were sitting with faded music that was playing on the radio. Although, I enjoyed the quiet company that was given. Natasha was humming throughout the song, and I found her voice very pleasing. I began to feel jealous that I couldn't sing, but I didn't care most of the time. I just liked the way she hums through the song, it was like a lullaby.

When we finally arrived, Natasha pulled out a five-hundred-dollar bill and grabbed my hand – placing the money as my eyes widened from the amount. I stammered, "Natasha, you can't be serious. This is too much–"

"Please," she gulps, smiling again at me. "...Take it. You deserve every bit of it, I must say you were very lovely tonight."

I shake my head, "No. At least three-hundred I would be fine–"

"Detka, please take it. Okay? You did such a great job tonight."

We fell into this broad silence – but not awkwardly – and stared at each other. I could sense that she was blushing as her cheeks were on display from it. I think I was blushing too, I've never blushed in so long. How could I not? No one has made me feel this way for years, it feels surreal in all honesty.

"You're beautiful," she says shyly as she tries to hide her mouth with the heel of her palm. "Like insanely beautiful."

I could feel my lips trembling from such a compliment she gives and responded with a whisper, "Thank you, Natasha. You're beautiful too."

It truly did mean a lot to me. A beautiful woman complimenting me is something I could never cope with. I felt dry as I called her beautiful, I almost began to cover my face with such embarrassment. But, her smile widens until I can see her teeth and look away from me – her cheeks are blushing intensely.

"You're killing me here, go home sweetheart. It's very late."

When she drove away, I stood by the sidewalk, feeling my heart beat so fast that I couldn't manage to breathe. I never thought having a small encounter like that could lead me into feeling like an important person. But, my heart suddenly drops as I never asked for her number. I only knew her name though, it was Natasha. But there could be so many Natashas in this city, I could never find her again.

I might never find her again.

Throughout my night, I just accepted its fate. I will never see her again, but I could only relive my night with her as it felt very surreal and important to me; like it was my fifteenth birthday. I wanted to be in that scenario again, so desperately. But sometimes fate doesn't want you there.

—

Natasha grabbed a bottle of wine that was left inside the fridge, opened the lid, and poured herself a full glass. When she walks into the cold living room, she sees her wife that has been sitting there for god knows how long. The Russian gulped, smiling at her wife kindly, and asked: "It's late, why are you still up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," she stands up, walking toward her wife and crossing her arms so that her breasts prodded out. "Where have you been?"

"Work," Natasha lied, taking a mouthful of red wine from her glass. "Why? Something happened?"

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, pinching her nose bridge as she lets out a breathless chuckle, feeling it tremble a little. "Yeah um, I don't want to move out."

"Wanda–"

"You said you want things to work out," Wanda cuts her off with a thick accent that she still adapto for many years. "Aren't we working things out?"

Natasha just sighs and shakes her head defeatedly.

"I don't know," Natasha answered, which was the truth. Shew really doesn't know. "All I can say is I don't want to be married to you anymore. Okay?"

"Hypocrite," the brunette scoffs and turns away from her wife, lifting her hands in the air exasperatedly. "Just ridiculous, you fucked me the other night and now you're telling me you don't want to be in this marriage."

"I was drunk!" Natasha reasoned and took a few steps at her wife, who's soon to be her ex-wife. "You know I don't love you anymore. You know that!"

Wanda turns, her tears are evident in her eyes, that Natasha's heart almost crumbles – but enough not to. She whispers with a fit of sheer anger, "You don't love me anymore when I accidentally slept with Vision."

"Exactly!" Natasha responded with a louder tone, full of dominance. She clasped her hands together and laughed sarcastically, feeling a little insane. "Exactly, Wanda. There you go, that's why I don't love you anymore."

"That's just bullshit."

To her excuse, everything was bullshit.

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(—) ♥ spotted!! everleigh sinclair on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 33 year old looks like blake lively, but i don’t really see it. while the actress is known for being endearing my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be reckless i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song looking at me by sabrina carpenter {she/her; female} - sushi

♥ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ,

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : everleigh venus sinclair . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 : ev, evie, leigh . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 : november twenty third , nineteen eighty nine . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : thirty three . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 : los angeles , california . 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 : malibu , los angeles . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis female . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual .

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : patrick sinclair ( actor ) , annalise hilton ( socialite ) . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : unnamed sinclair ( younger brother ) . 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 : persephone sinclair ( cousin ) , athena sinclair ( cousin ) , austen sinclair ( second cousin ) , archie sinclair ( second cousin ) . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english , french , italian 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : actress (career claim : keira knightley ). 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : harvard business school (dropped out after first year . 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 : sagittarius . 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ) , thea queen ( arrow ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , natasha romanoff ( mcu ) , meredith grey ( grey’s anatomy ) , aria montgomery ( pretty little liar’s ) , fiona gallagher ( shameless ) .

♥ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ,

oldest child of actor patrick sinclair (rarely ever there father) and socialite annalise hilton (of the hilton hotel chain and overbearing mother)

was expected to take on the hotel chain at some point, even if she doesn’t want to

sent to an all girl’s boarding school, mother thinking she couldn’t possibly get into any trouble there, and yet everleigh brought her worst fears into fruition by sneaking out to parties, drinking under the age and getting high off of a multitude of drugs; gets caught her junior year and is subsequently expelled

homeschooling ensues for the last two years of high school; parents paying off the boarding school to remove the expulsion from her file to ensure she gets into an ivy league which she ultimately does; going on to study business at harvard, thousands of miles away from her mother much to everleigh’s relief, where she does everything but study quickly falling back into partying ways before convincing her father to help her get her first role in a movie which would end up being a one elizabeth bennett in pride & prejudice and ultimately dropping out of the ivy league school to begin her acting career.

at age 25, everleigh marries castmate, orlando bloom, after six months of dating ; it is unknown why the pair ultimately divorced a year later but it appears that the two are still friends

2016; everleigh is cast in jack ryan: shadow recruit opposite actor chris pine; the pair hit it off and began dating before getting married a year later. relationship lasts five years before they too are divorced; reasons are again unknown but pair still seems amicable

♥ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 ,

once told her mother off at a debutante ball when she was 17

hasn’t spoken to either of her parents since she was 20

does not speak to persephone and athena’s parents either having not agree with how controlling they were over older cousin’s life

has been the face of many designer clothing lines

sinclair is the face of an Amnesty International campaign to support human rights

co-hosted A Night to Remember, part of the Green Carpet Challenge, a charity event highlighting sustainability within the fashion industry.

she backed Made By Dyslexia, a global campaign to help teachers address “dyslexic strengths”.

she was confirmed as the new celebrity face of Chanel's perfume Coco Mademoiselle and has endorsed Chanel Fine Jewelry's collection Coco Crush

was named amongst the most bankable actors in 2009 at the age of 20

won a libel case against the British tabloid Daily Mail after it falsely claimed that she had an eating disorder; turned around and donated the money to Beat, a charity for those with mental illness and eating disorders

a man was sentenced to eight weeks in prison after harassing sinclair outside her home and stalking her in December 2016

In April 2009, sinclair appeared in a video to raise awareness of domestic abuse entitled Cut shot for Women's Aid. The video created controversy, with some sources calling it too graphic, while other groups support the video for showing a realistic depiction of domestic violence. (rumors spread because of this which she has publicly addressed in regards to both orlando bloom and chris pine respectfully stating it was not her saying she had experienced it first hand in her own relationships but that she was merely trying to help raise awareness, to speak up for those who couldn’t.)

♥ Acting Career ,

Upcoming

Boston Strangler Loretta McLaughlin Completed 2023

Past

Silent Night - Mell

Charlotte - Charlotte Salomon (Voice)

Misbehaviour - Sally Alexander

The Aftermath - Rachael Morgan

Berlin, I Love You - Jane

Official Secrets - Katharine Gun

The Nutcracker and the Four Realms - Sugar Plum

Colette - Colette

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales - Elizabeth Swann

Collateral Beauty - Amy

Everest - Jan Hall

The Imitation Game - Joan Clarke

Laggies - Megan

Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit - Cathy Muller

Begin Again - Greta

Anna Karenina - Anna Karenina

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World - Penny

A Dangerous Method - Sabina Spielrein

London Boulevard - Charlotte

Last Night - Joana

Never Let Me Go - Ruth

The Duchess - Georgiana

The Edge of Love - Vera Phillips

Atonement - Cecilia Tallis

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End - Elizabeth Swann

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest - Elizabeth Swann

Domino - Domino Harvey

Pride & Prejudice - Elizabeth Bennett

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl - Elizabeth Swann

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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anika-ann · 2 years

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His Lucky Charm - masterlist

Type: (mini)series, slight AU, ‘met in a café, but with a twist’

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary:

The thing that brought you two together was your concern for him to ever get married.

Steve’s new (girl)friend is a little too obsessed with his good luck. He finds it sweet and utterly adorable. She’s like his personal lucky charm. And by god, does he feel lucky to have her.

Hint: he should.

Setting: post Avengers, but happy living-in-the-Tower AU

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, Reader/You, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner... we’ll see ;)

TIMELINE:

Part 1 - Meeting the team - Apple Pie Life - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Subpoena 1 & 2 - Moments So Dear

❗❗❗ KNOW THAT READING THE CHAPTERS IN TIMELINE MIGHT SPOIL SOME REVEALS IN CH2 AND CH3 ❗❗❗

Original Chapters

(As they were written and posted...)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

To be continued ...

One-shots

Requested: Apple Pie Life

Moments So Dear

Requested: Subpoena 1 | 2

Requested: Meeting the Team

Requested fics are being written for the three winners of the challenge. I do not take requests.

If you’d like to be tagged, let me know!

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america imagine #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #his lucky charm masterlist #his lucky charm #anika ann

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 2 years

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now that the new year is officially upon us, here is a masterlist of every x reader story i've published in 2021. stories containing smut/sexual content are marked with *** and full content warnings can be found on the individual posts.

follow me on bartonstark for all my fic in one place, and check out the prompt lists bookmarked at the top of the page if you'd like to make a request for the new year :)

and thank you for all the support, likes, comments and reblogs from all of you, and for all your patience as I work through requests :)

BUCKY BARNES:

taking the lead (drabble) *** bucky's always gentle with you, so sometimes you have to take the lead...

wanting it all (drabble) *** bucky's self-conscious of his metal arm, and one day you ask him to finger you with that hand.

CLINT BARTON:

idle hands (oneshot) *** you’re trying to get work done, but clint barton is nothing if not distracting.

my turn (drabble) *** switch!clint lets out his submissive side.

physical therapy (oneshot) *** clint offers to give you a massage after a rough mission.

ride along (oneshot) *** after a night on the town, you have to sit on clint's lap when the uber home doesn't have enough seats.

two step (oneshot) after a misstep on a mission, clint offers to whip you into shape.

undercover lover (oneshot) while trying to flee the country, you and clint have to play new roles with each other.

to ashes, chapters nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen two weeks after the snap, you volunteer to bring clint back to the team. slowburn

NATASHA ROMANOFF

what if... natasha came home? (drabble) the watcher returns natasha to a different, but still familiar, reality.

PETER QUILL:

oasis (oneshot) *** quill helps you build a blanket fort to surprise groot. you decide to test it out, and he shows you a side of him you haven’t really seen before.

party favors (oneshot) *** the guardians are at a high-society party being held in their honor. quill is easily bored however, and issues you a challenge in the midst of it.

TONY STARK

breakthrough (oneshot) he’s been up for days, struggling with his latest invention. you’ve got coffee and a fresh set of eyes.

bump and grind (oneshot) *** a night out on the town ends in fun in the back of a limo with tony stark.

distraction (oneshot) *** a casual breakfast turns x-rated when tony can’t keep his hands to himself.

dreamlike (oneshot) *** you can only think of one way to get back to sleep, but you really don’t want to wake the man sleeping beside you.

eye contact (drabble) *** nothing gets tony off like eye contact.

fingers through his hair (drabble) *** tony has a kink about having his hair pulled.

gift from the heart (drabble) tony designs you a sex toy.

giver (drabble) *** tony's nothing if not a giver.

good boy (drabble) *** tony’s a submissive at heart, and you’re happy to oblige.

honeymoon (drabble) *** a snapshot of your honeymoon together.

lazy mornings (drabble) *** lazy, first-thing-in-the-morning-sex with tony.

look at you (drabble) *** tony loves making you watch as he fucks you.

love in a hotel room (oneshot) *** you just want to curl up in bed and relax, but tony has other ideas for you.

married life (drabble) *** a married, morning quickie between the two of you.

over the desk (oneshot) *** as a member of stark industries’ pr department, you’ve got your hands full during the court hearing over ownership of the iron man armor. as tony stark’s latest squeeze, you’ve got a whole different thing on your mind.

softly (drabble) *** losing your virginity to tony

soft limit (oneshot) *** during a booze-fueled debrief of your latest break up, tony offers a proposition that tests your firmly set limits.

strings (oneshot) *** you and tony have a friends with benefits arrangement between the two of you that you won’t admit could be something more if you just bent the rules…

under the table (drabble) *** giving tony head while he's on a video call with cap.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

colour me happy (oneshot) *** in the years between ‘cw’ and ‘iw’, you take every chance you can to see each other, and this time, wanda is more than happy to help you with your latest artwork.

hair pulling (drabble) you accidentally discover that wanda likes having her hair pulled.

impatient (drabble) *** wanda’s never been the most patient when it comes to getting what she wants.

tease (drabble) *** spending hours teasing wanda, marking her so everyone knows she’s yours.

THREESOMES:

interruption (drabble) *** clint/tony/reader: clint walks in on you and tony having sex.

lucky (drabble) *** clint/tony/reader: you and clint invite tony into your bedroom for a night.

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Welcome to the Sweethearts Diner

We pride ourselves on offering a unique dining experience full of personal choice and surprise twists! No two menu items will ever be the same, as we allow the patron to completely customize their own orders. So grab a date, sit on down, and enjoy the Sweethearts experience.

Friends! I am so freaking excited about hosting my first writing challenge. I want to give a HUGE shout out to @animehearteyes @wastingmylifeonbritishtv @spicynudlesoup and other friends who helped give me ideas and helped bring this particular idea to life. I couldn't have done this without their help and support.

Secondly, I wouldn't even be having this writing challenge right now if it weren't for you. Thank you for being a follower of mine, supporting me, and putting up with my bs all the time. I am so grateful for every single one of you it's not funny. I hope you enjoy this challenge and participate if you'd like!

This is my first writing challenge so if there's anything I can do to make it better or any tips that someone may have for me - please share!!!

I probably have way too many prompts, but i couldn't help myself hehehe.

Rules:

Just a few things to discuss as far as expectations go.

Please choose a prompt from below and a character to go with it and let me know via my ask box which you choose! Only one person per prompt. (if you want a different character, send me an ask! let's chat about it.)

Tropes, AUs, etc. are all optional and are not limited to what I have listed below. I give you all full creative liberties to add whatever you feel like speaks to you the most.

Works written for this challenge must be able to be read as standalone fics.

Any reader insert is welcomed for this challenge (LGBTQ+, BIPOC, interracial, polyamorous relationships and more are welcomed and encouraged!). If you would like to use an OC, again, send me an ask and let's chat about it!

500 word minimum but no maximum! Please add a "read more" line after 100-200 words.

If you are writing smut you MUST be 18 years of age or older. Please have your age in your bio so I can verify this.

Deadline for fics to be completed by: December 1st (this is not a hard deadline and if you feel like you need more time, i'm happy to extend things for you.)

Hard no's for the fics: toilet stuff, bestiality, sexual situations including minors.

Dark fics are welcomed but most be tagged appropriately.

Just because a prompt is listed under a fluffy, smutty, or angsty category does not mean it is excluded to only that category. Things can be intertwined, added, and whatever at the writer's discretion!

Please include warnings where necessary.

Please tag me so I can follow the stories and read them! Use the tags included at the bottom of this post.

Who are you bringing along as your date?

Any Sebastian Stan character, including but not limited to: Bucky Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank (endings, beginnings), Chris (destroyer), etc.

Any Chris Evans character, including but not limited to: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Collin Shea, etc.

Any Marvel character, including but not limited to: Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, etc.

Choose your main course:

Sweet

“What would you wanna marry me for anyhow?” “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” Sweet Home Alabama @dreamlessinparis

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally

“I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours." Sense and Sensibility @dolcezzasfantasy

"You're late." "You're stunning." "You're forgiven." Pretty Woman @bucksdolll

"I like you very much. Just as you are." Bridget Jones's Diary

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." Pride and Prejudice @wastingmylifeonbritishtv

"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon.” It’s a Wonderful Life @velvetcardiganbucky

"It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It was like magic." Sleepless in Seattle @thefallenbibliophilequote

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, and I want you to be the last.” Sweet Home Alabama @vanillanaps

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.” Moulin Rouge @lokithealligator

"You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without." PS I Love You @doll1917

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven’t even talked to?” While You Were Sleeping @hey-its-grey

“I love you.” “Thanks.” Breakfast At Tiffany’s

“I just need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” Juno @abovethesmokestacks

“As you wish.” The Princess Bride

“Yes, i’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, i’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.” The Dreamers @shieldedreams

Spicy

“Nice boys don’t kiss like that.” “Oh yes they fucking do.” Bridget Jones’s Diary @bucksmotel

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” Gone with the Wind @lavendercitizen

“Be still my beating vagina.” Mamma Mia 2 @starbuckie

“Are you trying to seduce me?” “Why? Are you seducible?” A Walk To Remember @slutfornat

“I gotta get outta here pronto. I got a stage five clinger. A stage five, virgin clinger.” Wedding Crashers @sableseb

“You’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favor.” Crazy, Stupid Love @sunshinebuckybarnes

“I’ll have what she’s having.” When Harry Met Sally

“You know what? It’s time to go home.” “Really? That’s forward of you. But okay, I’ll do it.” Crazy, Stupid Love @soldatsass

“You must forgive my lips...they find pleasure in the most unusual places.” A Good Year @buckycuddlebuddy

“What do you say we blow this joint and then each other?” Love & Other Drugs @aphrogeneias

“You should be kissed every day, every hour, every minute.” The Lucky One @luxeavenger

“Lift your skirt. Lift it higher. Higher. Higher. Lift it higher.” The Piano @sobluesobeautiful

“How would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?” The Sure Thing @specialk-18

“I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.” Bull Durham @the-iceni-bitch

“I don’t bite, you know...unless it’s called for.” Charade @yelenabeloveme

Bitter

"I'd rather fight with you than make love with anyone else." The Wedding Date

I love you. I've loved you for nine years. I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and, well, now, I'm just scared." My Best Friend's Wedding

"I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them." Definitely, Maybe @turbolisedcomet

"I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly." You've Got Mail @bucky-soldat

I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up." Silver Linings Playbook @clints-lucky-arrow

“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.” Juno

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once." The Fault in Our Stars @divine-mistake

"Don't forget: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." Notting Hill @coffeebucko // @bbonkyy (writing blog)

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." The Notebook @bibbidibobbidibucky

“We'll always have Paris." Casablanca

"I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you." Pocahontas @carrotfantasimp

“You said you couldn't be with someone who didn't believe in you. Well, I believed in you. I just didn't believe in me." Pretty in Pink @redbullchick

“I knew I’d never be able to remember what she wore that day. But I also knew I’d never forget the way she looked.” Father of The Bride

“I can’t see anything I don’t like about you.” Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

“You were the only thing in my life that was real.” Blue is the Warmest Color @ambrosiase

“What am I allergic to?” “Pine nuts. And the full spectrum of human emotion.” The Proposal @wintersfrost

“Trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.” He’s Just Not That Into You

“Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but are not meant to be together.” 500 Days of Summer @christowhore

“I think you are the most selfish person on the planet.” “That’s just silly. Have you met everyone on the planet?” 2 Weeks Notice

“Three days ago I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a car. Or poisoned.” The Proposal

“Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” 10 Things I Hate About You @notwithoutyou-buckybarnes

“I feel like I’ve just found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.” 27 Dresses

“Why should I live up to other people’s expectations instead of my own?” 10 Things I Hate About You

“Neat freak. Healthy. Non-smoker. Single. I hate my horrible life.” The Holiday

“I miss you. If there’s anything you ever need, I won’t be far away.” Forrest Gump @rivkele

“I will not be the person you settle for because you cannot have her. I won’t do it. Not when I’ve spent my whole life loving you.” Little Women

Choose a side (trope optional; including but not limited to):

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

One Bed

Love triangle

Fake relationship

Crossover

Body swap

Arranged marriage

Accidental marriage

Amnesia

Pining/longing/yearning

Exes back to lovers

Looking to sweeten the deal? Try one of our desserts! (AU optional; including but not limited to):

College

Coffee shop

Time travel/decades (does this go here or somewhere else?)

Soulmates

Mafia/Mob

Biker

Pirate

Modern

Single Dad

Sugar Daddy

Dad's Best Friend/Best Friend's Dad

Viking

Librarian

Florist

CEO

Bartender

Bodyguard

Chef

Horror

Sweethearts Diner Jukebox Time Machine Challenge

To make your menu item combinations more challenging, pop a quarter in our magic jukebox! Some say the jukebox helps the generation of the music come alive (stories may be written in the style of a different era for an added challenge! Who wouldn't love a renaissance bucky? 👀)

Decade eras (40’s, 70’s, 80’s, etc.)

Renaissance era

Medieval era

#1k sweethearts diner writing challenge #sav's 1k writing challenge #writing challenge #marvel writing challenge #marvel fanfiction

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dameronology · 2 years

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steve rogers, #7 💔

steve rogers + "you realised i'm harder to forget than i was to leave" (i bet you think about me)

Try as he might, Steve Rogers was never going to forget the feeling of you.

The glow of your eyes under the chandelier the first time he met you at one of Stark's party; the way your eyes creased when you smiled; the little laugh you gave every time you cracked a terrible joke. That version of you - his version of you - was permanent in his mind, frozen forever in time. An ever-present character, sarcastic tones and silly quips narrating his everyday life as he navigated it without you. You were the devil and the angel on his shoulder.

He had never planned on leaving you. Didn't think it was possible. He had no reason to and even if he searched high and low, he doubted he would ever find a reason.

That was back when he was naive; before Steve came to know the world as it was now. He'd always been pretty good at leaving his work at the door, but it became harder as the years went by. He wasn't himself anymore - when he was stressed at work, he was stressed at home. He directed his anger at you and picked fights, seeking a release that didn't involve actually facing up to his problems. Who had the time?

Leaving you was harder than any battle he'd ever faced; robots, aliens, monsters. The pained look on your face as you walked out the door haunted his nightmares far more than any comic book villain ever had.

But every time Steve saw you, forgetting you was suddenly his biggest challenge. It made the whole leaving thing a walk in the fucking park.

You were on good terms now - friends, even. It had been a year since you'd split up and you'd come to realise why he'd done it. Maybe you hadn't forgotten, but you had forgiven. It wasn't his fault; he'd had to put himself first and you got that it had been the best thing to do. It was better than leading you on; better than hurting you even more by staying. Being honest with you was all he could do, and for that, you were grateful.

"So, how was your date?" Natasha asked. You were all sat in the living room at the Barton house, having a beer and a catch up.

"Terrible," you took a sip of your drink, shaking your head with a smile. "He was way shorter than his profile."

Steve glanced over at you - you were back on the dating scene. That was fine. And even if it wasn't, what could he do about it?

"Tinder?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Bumble," you corrected him. "Same shit, different app."

"Ah, you'll meet someone," Nat gave you a nudge, but he couldn't ignore the fact her green eyes had ever so slightly flickered over to him. "Or maybe they're right in front of you."

"Are you talking about yourself, Romanoff?" you joked. "Because I said I'd only marry you if I hadn't met anyone by the age of forty."

She gave you a wink. "I'll be here waiting."

Steve laughed along with you, barely ignoring the fact his chest was a thousand times tighter than it had been before you'd met. The idea of you marrying someone else - whether it was a random man or the spy right beside you - made him sick to the stomach.

Being friends with you was a fucking stupid idea; almost as stupid as leaving you. Still, it was a million times better than forgetting you.

#asks #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers imagines #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #marvel imagines #chris evans characters

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saltybaltic · 3 years

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I saw an idea like this online ages ago and it’s just come back to me like ... I could imagine Natasha doing this. You’ve been married a year and you both celebrate your wedding anniversary on the wrong day

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - SAVE THE DATE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: On the day of your third wedding anniversary with Natasha, you realise that you’ve both been celebrating the wrong date

Warnings: Language

Words: 598

Natasha was humming quietly to herself as she arranged the flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter, a content smile on her face. She was so lost in her own world, happily trimming the stems of each flower that she didn’t even bother to check who was knocking at the door to her apartment, instead just shouting for them to enter.

When she heard the heavy footsteps of several people, she finally did look away from what she was doing, glancing up at the new arrivals with a frown.

“What are you doing here?”

The men laughed quietly, not at all surprised by Natasha’s apparent distaste for their company having known her so long by now.

“Nice to see you too, Nat.” teased Clint, giving the red head a playful smile as he stepped further into the room.

Tony pushed the door closed behind him, side stepping Steve and Clint as he made his way furthest inside and stopped on the opposite side of the breakfast bar in front of Natasha, “You act like you’re not pleased to see three of your favourite colleagues?”

“You’re not my favourites.” shot back Natasha, her tone emotionless but a small curve to her lips none the less. “I married my favourite.”

Ignoring Natasha’s response, Tony nodded to the flowers she was arranging, “Those are nice.”

“Aren’t they?” Natasha was unable to hide the happiness in her voice, a beaming expression making its way across her face as she looked over the flowers again and slid another into place. “My wife knows what she’s doing.”

“I’ll say.” agreed Tony, hopping up onto the counter and leaning back to look at the red head, “What’s the occasion? What’d she do wrong?”

Natasha tutted, “She didn’t do anything wrong, it’s our wedding anniversary.”

Tony appeared puzzled for a moment, looking like he was going to say something before abruptly closing his mouth in thought. He glanced over at Clint who was checking his watch with interest, both men sharing a look once he lifted his head.

It wasn’t often Natasha missed something and she definitely didn’t miss the awkward silence and eye contact between the two men, her hands stilling momentarily as she gave them both a frown, “What?”

“What’s the date?” asked Tony.

“The fifteenth.”

Tony clicked his tongue, looking back at Clint who shook his head vigorously from side to side in warning. Natasha didn’t miss that either.

“What’s wrong with all of you?”

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, stepping forward so he was in the middle of Tony and Clint and the two men could no longer keep looking at each other, “It’s nothing Nat, that’s really sweet that you got flowers on your anniversary, congratulations.”

The mumbling of the man on the counter didn’t pass Natasha by, however he had said it so quietly that she couldn’t quite catch what the words were. Picking up one of the roses, she pointed the stem at him threateningly, “Spit it out, Stark.”

“Well the thing is ... I remember your wedding. It was a beautiful day really, I-“

“I wouldn’t Tony.” cut in Clint, certain that what was going to happen next wouldn’t be pleasant. The death glare he received from Natasha was enough for him to throw his hands up in surrender and fall silent again.

Tony cleared his throat, “So ... see ... I can’t help but think that there was a little discussion about the date because we had some work issues we needed to resolve.”

“Yes, I remember.” agreed Natasha.

“And do you also remember you two getting married on the thirteenth? Because I do.”

Natasha scoffed, “No we didn’t.”

“Clint?”

At Tony’s call of his name, Clint looked down at the ground, scuffing his boot against the floor as he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably and tried not to shrink under Natasha’s gaze.

“Well?” asked Natasha impatiently.

Clint winced at the irritated tone, reluctantly meeting her eye with a small shrug, “It was the thirteenth, Nat. Remember? It was a Friday? We all made a joke about it being bad luck?”

Opening her mouth to retort, Natasha quickly shut it again as she narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment. Instead of arguing with her team mates any further, she raised her voice so it would reach the bedroom down the corridor, “Babe, can you come in here a sec?”

As you made your way into the kitchen, you hadn’t been expecting company and offered the men in your apartment a warm smile. You moved over towards Natasha, resting a hand on her hip as you leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek but weren’t given the chance as she stepped back to speak.

“What date did we get married?”

The fact she hadn’t allowed you to kiss her along with the question threw you a little, not sure if it was a test of some kind as you glanced around everyone in the room with a suspicious frown before looking back at your wife, “The fifteenth? Hence the flowers? Is this a trick because I’m a little confused.”

“They say it was the thirteenth.”

Your eyebrows furrowed further, rubbing at your chin in thought as you gave your head a shake slowly, “No ... it was definitely the fifteenth.”

“You know you two were lucky you had us helping you for the wedding because you’re both useless.” cut in Tony, going to place one of the flowers beside him into the vase but receiving a smack to the back of his hand from Natasha, “It was the thirteenth, dummies.”

“No ...” this time you didn’t sound so confident and Tony had to laugh.

“Oh come on! You don’t remember us teasing you?” asked Tony, a disbelievingly smile on his face. “We were all like ‘wow can’t believe you’re not only going to marry the black widow but you’re doing it on Friday the 13th’. Any of this ringing a bell?”

Looking away from the other men in the room, you gave Natasha a glance. The other woman looked like she couldn’t decide if she found the whole thing terribly annoying or just funny.

“I’m getting our marriage certificate.” you announced, making your way hastily out of the room and all but running down the corridor back to your bedroom.

By this point even Steve and Clint had joined in with Tony’s amusement, all three men trying and failing to hide their smiles as they waited patiently for you to return with the news. Not one of them could contain a laugh as they heard you shouting from the other end of the hallway.

“Holy shit they’re right!” you brought the piece of paper with you for good measure, dashing back into the kitchen and holding it up to Natasha in disbelief, “We’ve been celebrating on the wrong date.”

“Haven’t you guys been married like three years now?” asked Steve.

“That’s enough out of you, Captain Obvious.” you scolded, looking back at your wife, “Is this my fault or your fault?”

Natasha shrugged with a smirk, “I’m not sure but let’s say it’s yours.”

“Yeah that sounds about right.” you muttered, tossing the certificate onto one of the kitchen sides as you made your way towards the fridge and looked inside.

“What a relief I hadn’t given you your present yet. Now I can save it until next year.”

At Natasha’s words you immediately closed the fridge door, turning to the other woman and quirking an eyebrow as you opened the bottle of juice you had just retrieved, “Well that hardly seems fair, I already gave you yours.”

“I know ... and your present was soooo much better than flowers as well.” teased Natasha.

“Hand it over.”

Natasha smirked, going back to arranging the flowers and shrugging, “Couldn’t possibly give you it now. It’s more of a private gift and we have company.”

“Yeah, why are you guys here again?” you asked, directing your question to your team mates as you suddenly became desperate to have Natasha to yourself.

“Funnily enough it wasn’t to watch you two have anniversary sex two days too late.” joked Tony, hopping down from the kitchen counter, “Work beckons.”

You groaned, “Seriously?”

“We’ll let you two get ready, meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Stated Steve, offering you both a nod before all three men started to make their way outside.

Grumbling quietly, you took a few swigs of your juice before tossing it back into the fridge. Just as you closed the door, you felt two arms wrap around your waist and Natasha’s chin resting on your shoulder.

“Seems marrying me on the thirteenth was bad luck after all.” teased Natasha, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your neck, “Now you have to work and miss out on your anniversary gift.”

Turning in the other woman’s arms, you gave her a grin as you brushed your thumb over the side of her jaw, “Oh honey, you’re gonna be giving me that gift later. And it’s already two days late so you have some making up to do.”

Natasha laughed, giving you a quick kiss as she stepped back with a wink, “Challenge accepted.”

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