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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 9 months

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Uh, Guys?

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Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There Was Only One Bed, no smut (i know, rare for me these days), idiots in love. bi!reader, bc both bucky and natasha are hot and i’m so fucking gay. implied bi!natasha bc she also likes bucky. mentions of guns, shooting, blood, and medical supplies. nervous!reader. best friends to lovers x2. it’s just pretty fluffy

Word Count: 2417

Summary: You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

“Okay, HYDRA missions are officially the worst.” You said into your comms, running through the halls, away from gunfire, towards the computer terminal. You threw the door closed behind you and quickly looked around for any agents or doors that could be used to attack you. Seeing that you were leaning against the only door, you grabbed a chair and shoved it under the doorknob.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asked through the comms.

You nodded before remembering she couldn’t see you. “Ah, yea-um, maybe.” You said, plugging the USB in. “I’m in the room with the computer, but I’m pretty sure I got shot.”

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N.” Bucky said, jogging towards where he knew the terminal was.

“Don’t bother, I shoved a chair under the door so nobody can get in and I’m not moving it just for you to carry me out of here. I’m fine, I’m still standing, and- oh, okay, I’m bleeding more than I thought, but I’m fine.” You replied, downloading all of the files on the computer for Tony and FRIDAY to sort through later.

Bucky sighed audibly through the door, “Really, N/N? Let me in please, just so you don’t accidentally bleed out alone?”

You checked the files to make sure they were downloading properly and moved the chair enough so you could open the door to make sure Bucky wasn’t being impersonated by a HYDRA agent. “What’s the password?” You asked, knowing that everyone on the team had a secret password with the other in case of something like this.

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning in the doorway slightly. “Monopoly.” You sighed dramatically and moved the chair out of the way, letting Bucky in. “You didn’t believe it was truly me?” He asked, dramatically offended.

“Buck, with the way technology is these days, they could probably clone you. Hell, the clone could know the code word and you’re not actually here with me, it’s an agent that’s gonna kill me.” You sat back down, continuously downloading their files and deleting them off the computer once you had them.

“Well, doll, you know that’s not it.” He said, leaning in the doorway to be able to watch you and the hallway.

You chuckled, watching the last of the files download. “Yeah, I know, but it could be.”

Bucky watched drops of blood continuously drip onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re bleeding a lot.”

“I’m fine, Buck. This is not the first time I’ve been shot. It’s not important.” You said, pulling the USB out and turning to him.

“Where is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My bicep is going to be fine.” You replied calmly, walking out of the room and jogging back towards where the three of you landed after parachuting out of the quinjet.

“Did you just try to convince me that your arm wasn’t important?!” Bucky shouted after you, jogging to catch up, the both of you running out of the building and to Natasha.

She raised an eyebrow at you and Bucky, motioning around to the empty clearing. “First of all, your arm is extremely important. Secondly, apparently, they booked more missions than extractions, so we have no way of getting home for the immediate future. Third, Tony has a safe house about 3 miles northeast of here, and he sent me the coordinates. Apparently we’re stuck together until at least morning.”

Bucky nodded at Natasha’s words and started walking northeast, you and Natasha following behind. You quickly fell into a rhythm of just following their footsteps as you got lost in your own head. It wasn’t that you were scared of Natasha or Bucky, not at all. You and Nat had been best friends for years, and Bucky was one of the only other people you would go to when you were feeling out of it. Your current issue was that you had feelings for them both, which had ruined your last relationship, since your ex-girlfriend figured out that she was not your priority. Cradling your arm to your chest, Natasha and Bucky finally realized you weren’t contributing to the conversation and turned to look at you.

“N/N?” Bucky asked softly, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said, sighing. “This just hurts a little more than I thought. How much further do you think it is?”

Nat smiled, laughing at you a little. “Darling, it’s been 10 minutes. We have a while to go.”

“It’s not still bleeding, is it?” Bucky asked again.

“No, the bullet lodged in my shoulder, so it’s not bleeding. Let’s just go, please? I’d really like to sit down.” You replied, walking past them in the direction you had all started in.

Natasha and Bucky gave each other a look before Bucky jogged over to you, picked you up bridal style, and kept jogging. Nat was jogging after the two of you, figuring that Bucky would want to get you to the safe house, stitched up and bulletless as soon as possible before your injury got any worse.

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Twenty minutes of light jogging and your complaining that you could walk perfectly fine and Bucky didn’t need to carry you anywhere passed the time quickly, and before you knew it, the three of you were standing on the porch of the safe house. Natasha opened the door and allowed Bucky to take you inside.

“Uh, guys? I may be hallucinating from blood loss, but there’s only one bed.” You said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder.

Natasha and Bucky shared a look, Bucky setting you down on the bed. “Tony did this on purpose.” She said, sitting next to you. “You know we’re gonna have to take your tac suit off to dress the wound, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You said, wincing.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, cradling your arm as he slid it out of your sleeve.

“I’m just in a bit of pain, and I’m not wearing a shirt underneath this.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “It’s comfier without the shirt and the fabric crinkles weirdly, but I’m wearing a bra.” You reassured him. “You aren’t gonna see everything, Buck.”

“I’ll still feel better if Nat does it.” He said, shifting his weight between his feet.

Nat glanced between the two of you. “I can’t do that. I can’t stitch wounds, Buck. It has to be you, especially because that’s Y/N’s dominant arm.”

“Yeah, I can’t pull the bullet out and stitch my own wound shut this time, unfortunately.” You said, shrugging with your unwounded arm. “But if it would make you feel better, Nat can help me out of my suit. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and I’m sure that there’s an extra shirt around here somewhere that I can wear.”

“I can absolutely help you out of your suit, honey.” Nat said, reaching for the zipper.

Bucky averted his eyes, blushing, as Nat helped you out of the mission-necessary tactical suit. “I’m gonna go find the medical kit I know Tony must have in here, shout when you’re ready for me.”

“Okay, Buck. Sure.” You said softly, wincing as your shot arm came out of the sleeve.

“Don’t mind his nervousness.” Nat said, moving towards the other shoulder. “He hasn’t really been with anyone since waking up from HYDRA and getting the trigger words taken out of his head. And I know he likes you, so that doesn’t probably make things better.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky likes me?”

Natasha nodded quickly, “He’s not the only one. Do you have feelings for anyone?”

“I- um, yes? I just don’t want to say anything.” You said, averting your eyes from where Natasha was sliding your tac suit down your body.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“I have feelings for more than one person. And I’m friends with them both and they’re friends.” You blurted out, feeling her hands skim over the band of your bra.

She nodded in response, slipping a finger in the band. “This is cute. Where’d you get it?”

“Ardene, you’d like it. I get a lot of stuff from there.” You breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to let this topic slide.

“Do I know either of them?” She asked, sliding your suit down further.

You nodded. “Both of them. Quite close, actually.”

“Am I?” You shivered slightly as you felt her breath ghost over your stomach. “You know it’s okay to talk about feelings, honey.” You hummed in agreement, mulling over in your head whether or not to tell her. “Buck or I won’t judge you.” Nat pulled your suit off and ran her hands up and down your calves a few times in a soothing motion.

Bucky popped his head back into the room. “What aren’t we judging?”

“Y/N has a crush on two people she’s friends with, they’re friends, and I’m apparently quite close to both of them.” Nat explained, keeping eye contact with you and slightly raising one eyebrow to make sure she got the facts right. You nodded once, sharply, fighting the urge to crawl under the covers and curl in on yourself.

“Oh, baby doll.” Bucky said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “You know you can tell us anything.” He wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed your face into his chest. “Oh shit, this is something you’re really nervous about, isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded, knowing now you were going to have to tell both of them the truth. “I like you.” You said softly, knowing Bucky’s super-soldier hearing would pick it up.

“You like me, baby doll?” He asked, rubbing your back as Nat came to sit on your other side. You nodded again, attempting to burrow further into his chest. “Hey, that’s okay, sweet pea. I like you too.”

“Nat told me that.” You said softly, feeling the glare from your best friend burn into your back.

“Who’s the other one, N/N?” She asked sharply.

“You.” You said into Bucky’s chest, knowing he pointed at Nat when he heard you say it.

“Me?” Nat asked, surprised.

You nodded, pulling your head out of Bucky’s chest, but not willing to meet either of their eyes. “Of course it’s you guys. It’s always been the two of you there for me.” You paused, letting them mull over what you just said. “It’s why Meg and I split.”

Bucky turned you to face him so he could start pulling the bullet out of your shoulder. “How so, baby doll?” Nat rested her chin on your other shoulder, holding out a hand for you to squeeze.

“Well, she didn’t like the fact that I was constantly on missions, which is literally my job, so that didn’t help matters. But the other thing is that she said I looked at you guys differently than her, treated the two of you better.” You said, looking down and squeezing Nat’s hand.

Nat rubbed your back, knowing that if you hadn’t told the two of them this, you hadn’t told anyone. “She broke up with you because she could tell you liked us?”

You nodded. “She said that if she wasn’t my first priority then we weren’t meant to be. And work is always my priority.”

“But then it’s us?” Bucky asked softly, stopping the bleeding of the removal from the bullet before he stitched you shut again.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “She didn’t like that much.”

Bucky stitched you up, and as he had changed out of his suit while finding the medical kit, pulled his shirt off for you to wear. “Here, sweetheart. You’re all stitched up.”

“Oh, thank you, Buck.” You said, putting on his shirt, the nickname and his scent lighting your insides on fire. You sighed softly, curling up under the covers and rolling away from both of them, not knowing what to say to your two closest friends now that you had spilled your heart to them and they didn’t say anything.

Nat knelt next to you on the bed, gently placing a hand on your busted shoulder. “N/N, please don’t pout. Buck and I have talked, because we both like each other, and you. We want to try to make this work.”

Bucky knelt on the floor, cupping your face in his hands. “We don’t have to move quickly, baby doll, we just wanna be with you, if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yeah.” You said softly. “I’d be okay with that. But how does something like this even work?”

“Baby, this is like any relationship, we’ll figure it out as we go. Communication and comprehension is key. And we’re pretty good at that.” Nat said, gently rolling you onto your back. “So why don’t we just start with cuddles? And we can go from there later.”

You nodded, moving over to the middle of the bed so they could both crawl in with you. “Is this okay? Or did you guys want to be closer to each other?”

“This is perfect, baby doll.” Bucky said, reaching across you to throw his arm over both you and Nat.

“Yeah, perfect.” Nat said, snuggling further into your side.

“Yeah, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said, leaning your head against Nat’s while curling further into Bucky.

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“Quick take a picture!” You heard somebody exclaim to wake you up. You were still very disoriented, having just woken up and you hadn’t even blinked your eyes open when light flashed behind them.

“What the fuck is that?” Nat mumbled into your shoulder, eyes closed still.

“I dunno.” You mumbled, wrapping an extra arm around her. “Don’ really care either.”

Bucky pulled you both closer. “It’s Sam and Steve here to pick us up.”

“But ‘m comfy ‘n sleepy.” You mumbled into Nat’s hair.

“I know you are, baby doll.” He said, beginning to untangle himself from the cuddle pile the three of you were in. “How about we all go for a nap back at the compound after we let your bullet wound actually get checked out?” Once untangled, Bucky picked you up in one arm and Nat in the other to carry you back onto the quinjet.

You nuzzled into his shoulder. “That sounds good.”

“So how did this all happen, punk?” Steve asked, taking you carefully from Bucky so neither you or Nat were dropped.

Bucky glanced between you and Nat fondly. “We’re all idiots.”

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Yall I am so sorry that it’s been so long since I posted, but this is finished now and I hope you like it. I hope to get a lot more fics out by the end of August bc then I’ll be moving and starting at a new school and it’s gonna be a whole thing.

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manic-eddie · 2 years

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Chocolate Ice Cream - Natasha Romanoff X Female Reader

Title: Chocolate Ice Cream

Natasha Romanoff X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tony (Mentioned), Steve (Mentioned), Josh (OC) (Mentioned), and other Avengers (Mentioned)

WC: 2,935

Warnings: Mention of the Reader being in a mentally abusive relationship, crying, heartbreak, hurt/comfort, Natasha just wants you to be happy, and breakups

Natasha leaned against the bar, sipping a small glass of champagne as she watched you with your boyfriend. He... Whatever his name was, (Natasha didn't care enough to remember,) was almost on the other side of the room, talking with a small group of ladies. Obviously, from where Natasha was, flaunting about with some story of his. Your boyfriend reminded her of Tony in a way.

She watched as you slowly sipped on your drink, wearing a cute outfit that Natasha noted, complimented you perfectly. She had always been attracted to you, ever since you joined the Avengers a couple of years ago. You had this... Fire in you that Natasha found extremely alluring. Not to mention those eyes. They were mesmerizingly beautiful.

You finished your drink and pushed it away from yourself, giving your boyfriend a glance, before sighing. Natasha let out a sigh too, seeing how sad you seemed, how lonely. Placing her drink down on the bar, she walked over to you. To others, it seemed like you didn't even notice Natasha's presence beside you, but Natasha knew all too well how vigilant you were. So when you turned to look at her, Natasha wasn't surprised at all.

"Hey." She greeted, raising a brow. "You alright?"

You shrugged, crossing your arms. "As alright as I can be, I suppose."

Natasha smiled slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before looking to where you were looking, seeing your boyfriend still chatting away with some ladies.

"He should be with you..." Natasha muttered and you nodded.

"But, he's not." You frowned.

Natasha glanced at you, "Why do you put up with him, Y/N?" She asked, and you sighed.

"I love him. That's why."

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. "Love is blind, Y/N. In a bad way. Do you know what that man does? What kind of things has he done?"

You said nothing for a short moment.

"He doesn't cheat on me if that is what you are hinting at..." You spoke up, but Natasha shook her head.

"No..." 'But who knows if he does...' Natasha thought before speaking up again.

"He just doesn't pay attention to you. Like at all."

"Oh come on now..." You said, rolling your eyes.

Natasha smirked, "You come on now. Why do you put up with that? He doesn't deserve you, Y/N."

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck, "I don't know..." You shook your head lightly. "I'm tired of being alone."

Natasha nodded, "I understand that. It's not easy to be alone. Nobody says it's fun either." She paused, glancing around the room, "But really, you could have anyone here. Even any Avenger." She hinted, but it flew right over your head.

You looked at her, "Really?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Of course! I mean have you taken a look at yourself? You are gorgeous."

You laughed, leaning on the bar, "You're just saying that."

Natasha raised a brow and tilted her head, looking at you. "No. I'm serious here, Y/N. Your boyfriend - whatever his name is, doesn't deserve you."

You laughed softly and shrugged, "Well, maybe my standards aren't high enough."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "Yea, because you've been with Mr. Perfect for so long..." She teased, and you giggled lightly, nudging her shoulder.

"That's mean, Tasha... He has some good aspects too." You spoke, and Natasha turned fully to you, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face.

"Alright, what's he got?" She asked, and you bit your lip, before turning to look at your boyfriend.

"He has good manners, he calls his mother regularly, and he's pretty creative. He made me a birthday card all by himself." You explained, and Natasha chuckled, shaking her head.

"Mhm, nice. But that's not what I meant. What else does he have?" She insisted, and you sighed.

"He's smart. I think he has a degree in engineering or something..." You started, but Natasha cut you off.

"So, he's good at math. Big deal." Natasha mocked, and you chuckled lightly, "It's better than a guy who's not intelligent at all."

Natasha hummed but said nothing.

You looked back over at the redhead, tilting your head, "Why are you so worried about Josh and I's relationship anyway?" You asked, and Natasha bit her own lip.

'Oh... That was his name...' Natasha thought, mentally rolling her eyes.

"I just want you to be happy. The way you are with your boyfriend is... Unhealthy." She spoke, and you stared at her. "I don't like seeing you unhappy." She added, and you shrugged.

"I'm not going to break up with him. I love him." You mumbled and Natashaleaned against the bar behind her.

"I love coffee, and I stopped drinking it." She joked and you laughed, shaking your head.

"No... That's not even the same thing." You retorted, and Natasha huffed.

"Okay, fine." She spoke, and you looked at her, confused. "I just don't want you to be unhappy." She repeated herself, and you blinked.

"What makes you think that I am unhappy?" You questioned, and Natasha shrugged.

"You're always down in the dumps when you're with him... And I know you. I've known you for six years. You just act differently with him than when you're with us." She spoke, gesturing briefly to some of the Avengers at the party.

"We have fun together..." You defended, feeling defensive.

Natasha shook her head and sighed, you weren't budging. "Just... If you need me... Don't hesitate to call me or come visit." She spoke, and you smiled sadly.

"You're talking as if I don't live in the tower with you and the others." You pointed out, and Natasha chuckled.

"True..."

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A few days later, Natasha walked into the main room after her training with Steve in the late afternoon and headed straight to the kitchen. Making herself a small snack, she noticed you on the couch, staring at your phone. You were dressed in a cute outfit, looking ready for a day out. But, the frown on your face said otherwise. You had your eyes glued to your phone screen, and Natasha sighed, sitting down next to you.

"Hm?" You looked up and smiled, seeing her.

"Hi, Y/N." Natasha greeted you, and you nodded.

"Hey, Natasha."

"What's up?" She asked and you shrugged.

"Josh canceled our date today." You spoke sadly and Natasha looked at you with sympathy.

"Well, did you ask him why?" Natasha questioned, and you shook your head.

"No." You admitted, "He just said that he was busy. Maybe with work or something."

Natasha pursed her lips, "Does he cancel often?"

You looked at her, "Not too often..."

Natasha sighed, "Y/N..." She lightly scolded, and you sighed dramatically.

"I know... I know... I remember our conversation from the party. But, I can't just break up with him just because he cancels a few dates." You spoke, and Natasha tilted her head.

"So, what are you going to do?" Natasha asked, and you sighed once more.

"I don't know what to do..." You murmured, and Natasha took that chance to touch your arm.

"You're smart... So, I know you'll do the right thing." Natasha said, and you looked up at her.

You had always had this sort of crush on Natasha. She was smart, pretty... No, more than pretty, she was a goddess. She was strong, independent, brave, and compassionate. As much as you liked to make jokes about her, you saw the real Natasha. You could see how soft she truly was, and you couldn't help but fall for that. She was a skilled fighter and a talented actress when undercover during missions. You thought she was hilarious and so charming. She was just... Amazing.

"The right thing..." You muttered in thought, leaning back against the couch and looking up at the high ceiling.

You then thought of an idea and leaned forward and looked back at Natasha, "Well, let's not waste this outfit. Do you want to go out with me and get some ice cream or something?"

Natasha laughed a little, "Sure." She agreed, standing up.

"Great. Let's steal one of Tony's cars, I want to go out in style." You suggested, and Natasha raised a brow.

"I feel like a bad influence on you already." She laughed and you shrugged.

"Not everyone can be a saint like Tony." You joked, and Natasha laughed.

As the two of you headed down to the garage, Natasha spoke up, "What car are we taking?" She asked and you smirked.

"The Shelby Cobra."

Natasha smirked, "Good choice."

~~~

A couple of weeks later, Natasha watched from the main room couch as the elevator doors opened and you stomped out. Setting down her book, Natasha was about to ask you what was wrong, but you beat her to it.

"I can't flipping believe him!" You snapped, storming over to where Natasha sat and plopping down on the couch. "He canceled again! For the fifth time in a row. This. Week!" Natasha listened as you went on about your boyfriend's poor behavior.

"He even said that I should be more flexible with my free time, so he doesn't have to cancel!"

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, "That doesn't even make sense."

"I know! And I can't get any more flexible. I'm a freaking Avenger!" You explained, and Natasha glanced back at the clock on the wall.

"Let me guess," She asked, "You're on a date with him tonight."

You nodded, "Yeah, it was going to be tonight."

Natasha sighed, "Did you tell him how this is making you feel?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Yeah, I sent him a very long text and like... Two voicemails."

Natasha huffed, "He didn't even bother to reply?" She questioned, and you shook your head.

"No... I think he's just ignoring me." You muttered, and Natasha sighed. "Or maybe he really is busy." You added, and Natasha shook her head.

"That's not it." She spoke up, "If he was that busy, then he would have called you instead of texting you." She reasoned, and you frowned.

"I mean... If I was busy... I would've called you." Natasha spoke, and you smiled sadly.

You knew that Natasha was right. Your relationship wasn't healthy. Sure, Josh was handsome and charming, but you saw how he treated you. He was very cold towards your feelings. You couldn't tell if he cared or not. He didn't treat you like he used to.

Natasha sighed, "You should end things with him." She mumbled, and you looked at her.

"How?" You questioned, and Natasha shrugged.

"Tell him that you want to break up. Then stick to it." She replied calmly, and you felt your heart ache. "Don't go back to him... Even if he begs. It's pathetic, really." She added, and you nodded.

"I know..." You said sadly, "I just... I don't wanna hurt him." You said, and Natasha huffed.

"Y/N..." She started, but you cut her off.

"I mean... We've been dating for a year..."

Natasha raised her hand to stop you from continuing further, "It doesn't matter if you hurt his feelings, he's hurt yours more than a dozen times." She told you, and you stared at her in shock.

"That's just... Not fair." You argued, and Natasha smirked.

"Yea well, life isn't always fair."

You sighed, nodding. You had heard that one before.

"I'll do it... I'll call him. Or just leave a voicemail and delete his number." You said, and Natasha smiled.

"Good girl."

~~~

You sat in your room, curled up in a large hoodie, eating ice cream as you watched a Disney movie. You had broken up with your boyfriend only a couple of days ago. And, it didn't even seem like Josh cared. You weren't fully over it, but you were getting fed up. You just wanted the heartbreak to go away and be too happy again. But, as Eugene and Rapunzel began to sing their duet, you couldn't help but let the tears fall.

The knock on your door startled you a bit, but nonetheless, you paused your movie and got up, setting your pint of ice cream down on the bed. Stopping at the closed door, you let out a breath and wiped any stray tears away with your baggy sleeves, before opening the door. Natasha stood there, holding a new pint of ice cream, but seeing the half-eaten one on your bed, she smiled sadly.

"Well, it seems you already have one of these." She commented, and you sighed.

"Natasha... What are you doing here?" You questioned, wiping the last of the ice cream from your face, mostly your nose.

Natasha walked into your room, and you shut the door, "I came to see if you were okay."

"I'm not." You mumbled, and Natasha moved to sit on your bed.

You walked over and sat down beside her, picking up the old pint and continuing to eat it. Noticing the ice cream pint that Natasha still had in her hands, you removed the spoon from your mouth.

"What flavor is it?" You asked, gesturing to the ice cream with your spoon.

Natasha looked down at the ice cream in her hands and back up to you. "Chocolate."

Immediately, you pushed the old ice cream pint away and hastily grabbed the one in Natasha's hands. Taking a big gulp of chocolate ice cream, you moaned in delight as you swallowed the sweet treat.

Natasha smiled softly, and laughed, "That's better." She teased, and you giggled.

"Well, when you got me my favorite flavor of ice cream... It's not a surprise that I would go ham on it." You joked, and Natasha chuckled.

"Well, you're welcome." She replied, and you smiled up at her.

"Thanks for coming to check on me." You said, and Natasha smiled softly.

"Of course." She answered, and you looked away as you blushed a little bit.

Bringing a smaller scoop into your mouth, you thought. Natasha was so sweet to you, always making sure you were alright. She was kind and caring towards you... But could she possibly feel the same? Or did she see you as a sibling or something? You didn't want to be friends with Natasha. In fact, you hated that idea. You wanted to be more than friends. But, she probably sees you as a friend... And that's all you could ever hope for.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Natasha clearing her throat, "So, I was thinking of having a sleepover."

"A sleepover, you say?" You asked as you ate the ice cream before you.

"Well, yes, I mean..." Natasha began, but you cut her off.

"We could totally have a sleepover. I'd love to." You encouraged, smiling at Natasha.

She smiled warmly in return, "Really?"

"Yeah! I would love to spend the night with you." You answered, and Natasha smiled happily.

"Good, I'll go grab my pillow." She exclaimed, hugging you.

You hugged her back awkwardly... Nervously, not knowing how to react to this affection. You pulled away and looked up at her, "Thank you..." You whispered, and Natasha smiled softly.

"You're welcome." She replied simply, and you smiled before shutting the door behind her.

Soon, Natasha came back with her pillow and a change of pajamas while you had cleaned up all the ice cream and remade your bed.

"I'm going to change, you choose a movie. No rom-coms." Natasha joked, walking backward towards your bathroom.

"No rom coms?" You questioned, and Natasha chuckled, "Yea, no movies like that. Something funny, please, and nothing scary."

"Okay. I have School Of Rock, and tons of other Disney-like movies..."

"Surprise me." She spoke, before entering the bathroom and shutting the door to change into her pajamas.

You put on 101 Dalmatians, pausing before the movie began. Natasha exited the bathroom, and you turned to her, face flushing at her apparel. She wore a shirt and shorts, and her hair was brushed out and natural. She looked beautiful, and you quickly looked away, as Natasha got back onto the bed.

"I... Um... I picked 101 Dalmatians." You spoke, clearing your throat.

"Oh?" Natasha sounded curious, and you nodded, "I like that one." She added, and you smiled.

"I know, right? It is a very good movie." You exclaimed, and Natasha chuckled.

"But, isn't it considered a rom-com?" She asked and you shook your head.

"Even though there is romance in it and it is funny, it is more about the puppies getting pupnapped than anything." You explained and Natasha just gazed at you, a small and amused smile on her face.

"What?" You asked, biting your lip as you looked at her, but she just shrugged.

"Nothing. I just think you are adorable." She replied, and you blushed.

"Yeah, you too." You replied, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

You finally started the movie, both of you laying down awkwardly on the bed, side by side with each other. But, as the movie progressed, you scooted closer, and so did Natasha. Soon enough, you were snuggling up against Natasha, and she had her arms wrapped around you. One of her hands trailed up your arm and gently stroked your hair.

The movie ended, and you yawned, stretching as you did so. Natasha followed, and you turned to look at her.

"Mm... Well, goodnight." You whispered and Natasha smiled, before giggling lightly.

"Pupnapped." She teased under her breath, and you gently hit Natasha's arm before snuggling closer to her.

"Goodnight, Tasha." You murmured, and she smiled, closing her eyes.

You eventually fell asleep to the sound of Natasha's steady breathing.

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searchingfor-affection · 1 year

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Part Two // Found

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2760ish Warnings: obnoxious reader ;), Angst, longing, NSFW mentions or insinuations, Depression undertones, Happy ending tho x timeline diverges from cannon.

Artwork from Maxy Art on Instagram which found on Pinterest x

“HEY RHODEY!” You yelled from the garage.

“WHAT?!”

“CAN I TAKE YOUR SUIT FOR A RIDE?”

“WHYYY?”

“PLEASE, I GOT A HOT DATE AND I NEEDA DRESS TO IMPRESS”

He walks into the room laughter on his lips as he finds you standing before his suit, a bowl of coco pops in hand and a mischevious smile spread wide across your face.

“Right, the iron patriot, is not datewear. Hands off” He eyed your bowl of cereal comically and watched you screw up your nose.

“Come on dude, it’ll be so suave. I’ll walk up to her, pop open the helmet and be all like ‘Hi there miss are you lost? Cause heaven is a long way from here.” Your friend burst out laughing which was abruptly silenced when your eyes flicked up behind him.

“Try ‘If nothing lasts forever will you be my nothing?’” Her tone was sour and her expression even more so. Natasha had been a jealous woman. Maybe territorial is more accurate and she had always been there to take on anyone who flirted with you. This was not the first time you'd seen her and you were sure it wouldn't be the last but every time you do, your heart breaks a little more.

You hadn't been prone to illusions previously but after a run-in with

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When you turn and see her jealous but cocky smile you feel your heart shatter. You are torn between throttling your cereal at her and running into her arms. You turned back to Rhodey who was now standing beside you looking shocked and concerned.

“Is she really there or am I hallucinating again?” You grabbed Rhodey’s shoulder in an effort to stabilise yourself. Your eyes grew watery and you held your cereal bowl tighter. Only Rhodey could see the concern and guilt that flitted over Natasha’s face. He was silent as he tried to figure what you were going to do. It had been three years since you had returned to find her gone after the Accords. It had been two years since you stopped looking for her. You’d found Steve, Sam, and visited Clint. You had even met and befriended a hesitant Bucky. You couldn’t find Bruce but no one could. Thor you figured was doing his MC Hammer gig out on Asgard. Everyone but her and none of them could tell you where she was. You had been distraught, absolutely and undeniably fucked. Now you were emotionally constipated but having fun. This, this felt like everything that currently held your heart together had been severed. Everything that kept you together, functioning, alive… it was all gone now.

“Mmmhmm. I’m gonna get the limo ready for you because you won’t kill her in that,” He turned to you and it broke his heart to see how undone you already looked.

“We’ll see about that” you whispered your reply. You tried to gather yourself, ground yourself. 5 things you can see, 4 things you feel, 3 things you hear, 2 things you smell and one thing you taste.

Before Rhodey left intending to initiate Operation Damage Control he pulled you into a hug. “You’re ok Y/N. You are going to be ok”.

Operation Damage Control consisted of a nurse on standby, stocking up on your favourite foods and Mortal Kombat at the ready.

It was just you and Nat. You stood still. That deathly kind of still that sits in voids accompanied by the darkness of black holes. You tried to reign in your emotions. The anger, the sadness, the betrayal were all stampeding through you. It felt like you couldn’t breathe but it also felt like for the first time in three years the air was clean.

“Y/N-” Before she could say anything you turned around and threw your cereal bowl at her. The bowl smashed against the wall behind her but most of the soggy bits and milk hit her. She stood there awkwardly as the milk and cereal dripped off of her. Her green eyes were murky and regret filled them. She didn’t know what to do because you seemed to have changed so much. She didn’t know but she cared too much to say something and screw up now… again.

“Don’t you dare say my name like that. Not after three years of nothing.” You rushed out of the room before she could say any more.

1:58am - Day Two

The sound of your harsh punches hitting the punching bag echoed throughout the gym. You hadn’t been able to find the gloves and the pain funnelling through you took you straight to the bag. You punched and punched and punched till your knuckles started to crack. The bag jolted less after the next punch and you stopped to see if she was the one steadying it for you.

“Hey,” Rhodey said gently, “You ok sis?”

You wiped your nose, sniffling and nodding before you began to punch the bag again. You sped up as the anger rushed through you. You attacked the bag relentlessly and bit your cheeks as you tried to hold back tears. Your hands grasped at the bag, banging your fingers against it manically. Rhodey was quick to take you into his arms. You cried and he held you.

“You’re ok. It’s ok.” He whispered repeatedly.

Day Three

Natasha had never been bothered by the cold before you. She had never been bothered by the lack of romantic affection in her life but after you? She ached for your touch. She longed to worship your body with her lips. She craved the warmth of your body against hers. No one could compare to you. She sat in a trance on her bed, her favourite memory of you playing. You were stirring a big pot of sauce for lasagne with one hand leaning on the bench. She walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist so you were flush against her. You smelt soft and sweet and you laughed as she kissed your neck. You maintained the contact as you stirred the sauce and moved your free hand to entwine with Natasha’s around your waist. It was as if you melded together and had become two halves of one whole instead of two individuals.

It is an understatement to say Nat worried that her absence would haunt her. She felt where your lips had once touched hers. She remembered how it felt to have your hands caressing her. Her body remembered how it felt to watch you come undone. The sheer beauty had stunned her at first but soon she came to crave it. Natasha could almost feel where your fingers had once been as she moaned your name. Her skin tingled and her heart ached for you, for your touch. It didn’t come. All Natasha could try to do was get your attention. All she could do was try to talk to you and she had no idea how she was gonna do that so she went into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of your favourite coco pops. You are what you eat right.

“You know if she catches you eating that you’ll be wearing it again right?” She heard Rhodey say as he emerged from another room.

She nodded and took another mouthful making Rhodey roll his eyes.

“I just need her to talk to me,” She replied, her tone void of emotion but her eyes drowning in it.

“Uh huh, good luck accomplishing that while you consume what is possibly her most favourite thing on this planet.” Rhodey laughed as you entered the room.

“Hey Rhodey, for an upcoming mission I need… well not need want. I would like a stakeout buddy. Wanna come?” You ignored Natasha entirely not a peep not a single glance in her direction.

“Yeah, I’m down. When is it?”

“Not till next week. I gotta do a few minor surveillance missions and I have reports to fill out.” You grabbed the two boxes of coco pops from the cupboard. Muttering to yourself, “unbelievable, the nerve, you don’t just go into your ex-girlfriend’s cupboard and take her cereal.” Rhodey thought he could hear Natasha's heart shatter as you referred to yourself as her ex-girlfriend. Her mouth dropped. Her mind racing at how far screwed she was.

“Haha, sucker. You gotta do reports.” He laughed trying to ignore the tension that sat heavy in the air.

“Pfft so do you.” You continued to ignore Natasha as she cleaned her bowl.

Rhodey laughed, “this is true but not right now. Right now I get to eat a delicious lettuce and ham sandwich.” He chucked the ingredients on the bench as he said them. His eyebrows raised as you made to leave the room with your two boxes of cereal.

“What? My cereal is very important to me. Surveillance mission one? Don't let the coco pops be compromised.” You basked in Rhodey’s laughter and when Natasha chuckled over at the table you let yourself smile. It reminded you of late night chats, movie nights, dates. It reminded you of a life you thought you had left behind. Your smile didn’t go unnoticed.

Cereal still in hand, you made your way to your room muttering as you left. You put them on your dresser and returned to your office.

That night you were in the middle of kicking Rhodey’s butt at Mortal Kombat and after you had won for the fifth time he quietly asked you “do you really consider her your ex-girlfriend?”

You let out a heavy sigh. Did you? Did you really? The answer was no. You hadn’t broken up but the silence, the distance, the strain on your relationship had made it feel almost like you had lost a loved one. Or like they were missing.

“No, I don’t. It feels more like she’s missing or dead and I’ve just grown accustomed to the pain of losing her.” Rhodey nodded thoughtfully before responding.

“Do you think you’ll reconcile?”

“Maybe. I think at this point it depends on what she does and if I can get over my own bullshit. I need to forgive her but I can’t at the moment. In my soul, I hope we get over it because I love her so much it hurts but in turn I am really, really hurt. When I came back all I had was you. You’re my one consistent dude. Which is ace and all but that’s a different kind of love.”

“True and either way you guys are gonna need time before you can decide if you stay or if you go?”

You agreed with Rhodey and pretended you didn’t see her silhouette in the kitchen listening, still as a statue.

Day Six

Natasha still hadn’t spoken to you. No. No. No. Instead, she wore, spoke, laughed, moved in ways she knew would fluster you, make you smile, force you to chuckle. It had been three days of the most beautiful torture. It made the coldness inside you melt. The thought that she would do so much intentionally just to get the smallest response from you, it softened that wall you had put up all those years ago. It made you feel as if it was 5 years ago and all was well.

Natasha could see that her work, which it was, was working. You had brought your cereal back out into the cupboard, you sat and ate at the table with her. You had even spoken and eventually, you stopped looking like you were in pain every time you saw her.

Sure you could still often be found training alone at the crack of dawn, not having slept a minute. You still attacked equipment, kicking and punching it till either you or it broke. But afterwards you didn’t go for a run and you didn’t feel the need to run. You were working through what you faced in your home.

One afternoon after a successful mission Rhodey and Natasha were flying back.

“Are you going to actually have a conversation with her? Maybe Apologise” Rhodey asked hesitantly. He was over the tension in the house. He’d had to deal with so much of it during the accords and he was over it.

“I’m working on it. I don’t think she wants me. She tolerates me.” Rhodey scoffed.

“It’s not that she doesn't want you. It’s that she wants you so hard, she longs for you with every fibre of her being. For three years she searched and all she has reaped from her efforts is pain.”Nat froze in response. When she looked up at him he saw that she felt the loss, guilt and regret of leaving you.

“She’s usually training late at night and I know you’re up. You better figure something out. I’m not here to be a mediator but my best friend, my little sister is hurting bad. She deserves an explanation and you deserve a chance. She’ll give it to you. You just have to earn it.”

3:32 am

“Mi amour? Mi amour are you there?” Natasha watched as you tossed and turned in your sleep. Were you looking for her? Were you wondering why she left? Why she avoided you? What had she done? As she thought about how she might reconcile this, you sat up eyes wide sweating and puffing and her instincts kicked in.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re ok.” she said as she sat beside you and pulled you into a hug.

It burned, it burned in the most beautiful way. It set your heart on fire and it pumped faster and faster and you weren’t ready. So you ran from her arms, you didn’t know where to and you could hear her behind you so you ran faster. You ran until you found yourself panting on the roof.

“Y/N?” She called softly. So softly you almost felt as if she still loved you. You almost forgot she left at all because in her voice you feel the longing for that oneness that you had once shared. As if all that you had been missing was behind you calling your name.

“Please, I’m sorry.” She called it out with a slight tone hysteria in her voice. She needed you to say her name. Anything to her. Anything at all. She just wanted to explain, she just wanted you to see how she longed for you. She needed you to see how much she still loved you.

“I’m so sorry baby.”

“Why?” You called out sobbing and crying. “Why didn’t you tell me where you were going? Why didn’t you let me find you? Why did you leave me Nat? Why?” You sobbed. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you felt weak in the knees. The wind seemed to pick up and coldness cloaked you. It was a coldness that had drawn out your nights and ruined your dates. She cautiously walked till she stood beside you.

“I don’t understand.” You turned to face her and even dared to look her in the eyes. All the emotions you had pushed away were bursting at the seams of your heart. Natasha cautiously took your hands in hers as she began to explain herself.

“I left with Steve and then I went to find Bruce and I was trying to find my team and each and every night the cold kept me awake but I was sure that it was my mission to recover my team. My family. When I found out you were looking for me, I didn’t want to face you without a reason. I wanted to come back and show you that you weren’t abandoned in this mess. I wanted to be whole for you. I wanted our family to be whole for you.” Her voice cracked and she went silent as she watched your face. You looked disappointed but you let out a bitter laugh as you cried.

“You mean to tell me. That you broke my heart, trying not to break my heart.” She winced at your accusation. “You idiot. All I wanted was you. I could find everyone. Our team, our family is just that no matter where they are. All I want is you.” You sniffed, moving your hands to her cheeks as she moved hers to rest on your hips. She leaned her forehead against yours and you rested there for a moment. You felt like you were home, you were whole.

“And all I want is you.” She brought her lips up to yours and you melded together. You caressed her jaw and as you moved your hands so they were around her neck she slid hers over your ass. She pulled you closer as her tongue danced with her lips against yours. You had wanted, longed, dreamed of her body against yours for so long and your need drove you till you pulled apart only so you could take a breath.

“Mi Amour, never let me go again. Promise?” You asked in a breathy whisper.

“Never again, Lyubimaya moya,” She whispered a smile on face. She finally felt whole, as if the connection between you had been repaired, as if you were two halves again. Whole now that you were together.

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unholyhelbig · 28 days

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Center picture Cred: Jadiakallisti

Title: The Beast You've Made of Me [Part 1/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Wordcount: 3977

Summary: When reader wakes up in her own grave, she's suddenly aware of a past that spans lifetimes, but she's not the only one. Two Avengers are tasked with keeping readers past a secret, or at the very least, controlled.

Warnings: Being buried alive, claustrophobia, guns, general violence, cold leftovers and horrible grammar.

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The weight of dirt was beginning to make the lid of the state provided casket buckle. It wasn’t very sturdy despite its drastic price that the government contemplated paying. It would have been easier to cremate, send you into the afterlife with the kiss of fire white-hot enough to melt bone. But your will had been specific, not necessarily written by you, but detailing that you must be buried, nonetheless.

No state representative wanted to have the ghost of a twenty-something paralegal on their hands. Though most were Roman Catholic and believed whole-heartedly that once a candle was lit in recognition a spirit couldn’t possibly seek vengeance. Still, they respected your wishes.

No, not your wishes. You were too young to even think of a will, or any specifications that would result in your burial. You still swallowed two cans of candle-flavored alcoholic seltzer with your sad dinner of microwaveable lasagna. You hadn’t made a habit of signing legal documents between sloppy bites and buzzed naps in the sun.

Which begged the question of why you were in a casket in the first place, and why dirt was starting to sprinkle down from the creaking wood above. Doctors made mistakes, but burying you alive? Well- shit, that was less of a mistake and more of a deliberate ignorance.

Your body was stiff, cold and unwelcoming to the life that suddenly thrummed through you. Maybe you had been dead. Nothing two full bottles of Advil couldn’t ebb out of you. Your fingertips pushed against the fabric lining, testing the validity of the box you were in.

This was all somehow extremely familiar; the darkness that swam around you, the putrid scent of your own breath after being beneath the earth for God knows how long. You could taste the film on your teeth and almost craved a toothbrush more than you did freedom. Almost.

Despite the pain in your calves, you situated yourself to where your feet pressed against the lid. With just a little leverage maybe you could push hard enough to free yourself. There was a rhythmic shoveling above; so you weren’t completely packed in yet.

Suddenly, very thankful for the yoga classes Jennifer was making you take, you maneuvered until you got enough strength to push. For a few agonizing moments, nothing budged except your spine. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A few more breaths and a harder push and the latches on the outside of the casket seemed to give way to the pressure with a small pop. You could taste dirt, feel it in your eyes.

Another brisk shove and the lid flung off it’s hinges, crashing loudly against the meticulously carved grave. You winced at the cold soil that suddenly surrounded you. Worms squirmed against your skin and that was enough for you to sit up with gusto, holding back a stomach full of vomit. Formaldehyde? It tasted terrible, either way.

You shivered and dusted yourself off. It was either early morning or just before dusk. You couldn’t tell but the electric blue sky had just started to fade to orange. You wouldn’t have been able to handle the sun being in full force, barely blinking away the color of the world, much brighter than the dark box you’d dismantled.

And boy, did you dismantle it. You’d only intended to push it up, free yourself, but the cheap wood had splintered and crumbled under just a little force. You stood in the wreckage and peered up at the company you had obtained.

“What the fuck?!”

It was a man who looked younger than you in his fear. He held a shovel in his hands, hugging it close to his chest. His mouth was slightly opened and his deep brown eyes were widened in fear and shock. The knees of his dark blue jumpsuit were stained with dirt and water.

“Can you give me a boost?” You croaked.

“A boost… I, fuck, I shouldn’t’ have taken this job.”

“You can quit after you help me out of this hole.” You shivered, looking down at the dirt below your feet. You swore you saw it pulse like a heartbeat. Too many worms, maybe even a few spiders. You’d never been too fond of bugs. You reached your caked hand up. “Please.”

He made a small noise in the back of his throat. “I don’t want to be patient zero.”

“Do I look like a zombie to you?”

“A little,”

“Now I’m offended and freezing my ass off.”

He regarded you, probably checking for a nasty festering bite, yellowing skin and any general signs of reanimation. When he didn’t find any, he reached a shaking hand down to you. Both of you struggled and strained until you found the perfect hold on the side of the grave. God- you were never so happy to touch grass.

You panted and stared up at the sky, stars were starting to pockmark the navy blue. It was, in fact, night. The metal tip of a shovel was pointed towards your neck. “Aw, come on, I thought we bonded there.”

“I’m talking to a corpse, we are not bonding.”

“Where are we?” You ignored his pointed stare and tilted yourself up on your elbows. A cemetery was the easy answer. But you wanted to know which one. There were at least 1,700 in the state of New York alone, and they all looked deceivingly the same. “Do I have to take a cab to Manhattan?”

“Uh, you’re in White Plains. Mount Calvary cemetery. I’m- I’m sorry, is this not freaking you out at all?”

You frowned, patting the pockets of a pair of jeans (why the hell would they bury you in jeans, they were the worst). In a long exhale you said. “Shit. I think worms ate my cash.”

It was a longshot to even think that your phone would be in your pocket. It wasn’t. But that left you stranded almost an hour, by car, outside of the city. It would be morning by the time you made it back and that was if no-one pulled up to the side of the road and tried their luck.

You did the only thing you can think of and peered up at this stranger with watery, wide eyes. It wasn’t a move you pulled often, meaning it still worked on Jennifer, on your mother and your father. This was a last resort and you were certainly willing to use it to your advantage.

“What? No.” He shook his head “No! No! Absolutely not. You just dug yourself out of a grave I fucking refuse-“

His name was Austin and he drove a 2002 Ford that needed to warm up for a few minutes before he even considered pulling out of the gravel drive. He was pressed as far as possible away from you and that didn’t exactly boost your confidence, but honestly, truthfully, you would take what you could get at this point.

Austin asked if you were freaking out, and you were. Everything was patchy and black in some places. You couldn’t remember how you’d ended up in a casket. It was clearly a situation that irked you for more than one reason. The forefront of which; no one had attended your funeral.

You weren’t even from White Plains. You’d known from your day job that this place had more than one government funded cemetery. So, most likely, you were given a half-rate priest with liquor on his breath and a funeral director that may have taken the twenty from your pocket, not the worms.

Your stomach clenched as Austin began to drive. He was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously, and could you blame him? A corpse was in his passenger seat. Though, you felt alive enough.

“What’s your name?” He eventually asked, flicking on his high beams. You were on a long and deserted road flanked by oak trees. The occasional field passed by, the reflective quarter-sized eyes of cows blinking at the truck. “Frankenstein?”

You snorted, “Ha-ha. Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, you know? And I don’t remember my pitiful grave being struck by lightning.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“Perhaps.”

“Pitiful? Really? I work hard to maintain those graves.”

“I’m sure they’re lovely.” There was a rolling beat of silence. He glanced at you twice before shrugging his shoulders and leaning his chest closer to the wheel to see better. “It’s y/n. Wasn’t it written on the stone?”

Austin shook his head softly, “No, they don’t put the stone in until later. I’m supposed to spray paint a neon ‘x’ on the packed dirt, so they know what to make.”

How humiliating. You’d supposedly died, no one came to your funeral, and you were reduced to less than a quarter of spray paint. There was a system to everything, but this one made your self-importance fizzle out like a covered candle. There one moment and gone the next.

“Do you have a plan?” Austin changed the subject.

“A plan?”

“Yeah, like, are you just going to show up and say surprise, I’m alive? I’ve seen a lot of horror movies and that never goes well.”

Well, that was your plan. It was a damned good one too. There was nowhere else for you to go. While this near stranger was nice enough, you couldn’t impose on him for more than a single ride. His kind chocolate stare was telling enough. He would let you stay with him as long as it took to figure all of… this, out.

“Yeah,” You sighed out, leaning your head against the cool glass “That’s all I’ve got.”

Jennifer’s apartment building had a small box that required a code for entry. You knew the right numbers to press in the right order, they had faded away from regular use, but the door was always propped open by a cinderblock to let in the cool summer air.

If it rained hard enough, New Yorkers would take partial shelter under the awnings, and sometimes going as far as to loiter in the front lobby by the large set of mailboxes. They were the oldest and most fascinating part of the building, large and wrought iron. Allegedly, they’d survived three building fires.

Thankfully, no one but you stood in the lobby as you watched Austin’s taillights flicker out of existence. You’d have to thank him later- of course, you hadn’t gotten his number, but you knew where her work. At least where he worked up until now.

Escorting someone who had kicked their way out of their own grave back into the city was grounds for quitting, in your book.

The elevator was the second oldest thing in the building, but you somehow felt a wave of relief wash over you when the familiar warmth pressed against your skin. The mechanics jolted and hummed like an old lawn mower. All of these were comfortable.

Hunger tinged at your stomach in one fail swoop of feeling. You steadied yourself against the reflective interior of the elevator as it rose to the highest floor. Each number was signified in a loud and crude beep. You were tempted to hit the emergency stop; gaging the feeling in your abdomen.

Brains?

Yeah, the thought of them was absolutely unappetizing. Austin had gotten into your head. There was no innate need to dig your teeth into flesh and devour. In fact, you became more nauseous at the idea than before it popped into your head.

Zombies were chained to shitty horror movies you and Jennifer curled up to watch every Friday night, making fun of the gelatin that was used for wiggly guts and the cooked rice substituted for maggots. You could go for rice right now.

Knowing your best friend, she would have some sort of left-over cuisine in her fridge and you didn’t hesitate to run your fingers over the top of the doorframe to procure her hidden key, taped with a single strip of adhesive to the surrounding paneling.

Her apartment was dark save for the small tank with a one-finned goldfish named Gus. He barely regarded you, the dull buzz of his home and the pale blue light gave you all the vision you needed. Again, the familiarity of Jennifer’s apartment warmed you, comforted you. If you stopped for too long, you’d think about it all too much.

Waking up in a grave, not remember how you got there in the first place. When was the last time you’d had a meal? You’d purposefully avoided the side mirrors in Austin’s car, even the rearview was gently nudged by your dirt-caked hand. One thing at a time.

The fridge swung open with a satisfying pop and you were never more thankful for the red and white takeout containers that rested on the top shelf next to a box of wine. Neither of you ever claimed to be fancy.

You knew Jennifer’s order like the back of your hand. Sweet and sour chicken with a side of fried rice and no matter what, you would eat it cold. When the scent hit you, you even considered going forkless. If not for the slick dirt under your nails, you would have.

There was instant satisfaction in shoveling a mouthful of rice into your mouth, you barely chewed before swallowing. The neon light from the open fridge illuminated your shame and you swore that Gus, the one-finned fish, was judging you. He ate flakes for fucks sake, watching you spoon cold leftovers was the least of his worries.

You’d moved on from the rice and to the chicken before you noticed that you had company. It was a shift in the air, the feeling of being watched. But there was something more too, something like an itch on the back of your neck.

In a split second you turned from your cold meal and lifted your hand up with enough time to grip a wedge golf club that Jennifer had gotten from her father for her twenty-first birthday. They collected dust next to her coatrack, and right now, the metal edge was less than an inch away from slamming into the side of your temple.

You’d never been necessarily graceful, nor good at picking up on your surroundings. You never had to be, not with your work as a paralegal. The worst thing you had to look out for was a bad reaction to burnt office coffee.

Jenn was in an oversized Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of boxers, her eyes were wild, hair even wilder. A bloom of fondness wash over you despite her attempt at assault. You couldn’t blame her either, your mind so one-track on getting a meal that you hadn’t warned your best friend, not in the slightest.

“Fuck! What the fuck!” she wrenched the club away from you and moved to swing again, holding it behind her head like a baseball bat.

“Jesus Christ! Oh my God, put the wedge down!”

“You’re not-“She gulped in a cold breath of air “you died!”

“Don’t hit me with that thing and kill me again!”

Her chest was heaving up and down, fingers tightening against the rubber grip handle. Her eyes were frantic. “Did you eat my leftovers?”

You blinked at her, not sure what to say. She didn’t give you a chance to answer either, instead she sprung forward and wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You breathed her in, her scent of summer rain and freshly cleaned laundry. Her hair tickled your nose but you held her back, held her as if it were the last time you ever would.

Something softly broke within you, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. They slid silently down your cheeks. The fridge closed with a padded thump and plunged you both into the neon blue glow. Eventually, the club fell to the floor with a clank and her fingers fisted your shirt. You were thankful that she didn’t use her full strength.

“How is this happening?”

“I don’t know,” You rasped.

And you didn’t. Everything was so fuzzy and each time you attempted to press the subject in your mind, you felt the start of a headache at the base of your skull. For now, you were perfectly content holding your friend flush against you.

“You smell so bad,” She sobbed.

“Yeah, well, I was dead.”

Jenn pulled back and squeezed both of your shoulders, studying you longer than you had studied yourself, her breath shuddered “Maybe this is one of those Halloween things, like… like you have one night back on earth.”

You gave her a weak smile “It’s June, Jenn.”

She frowned at you, fingers pressing against your goosebump covered skin. “Sweetie, it’s October. You’ve been… gone, four months.”

But you hadn’t been buried since June. You were barely buried this evening. Your body ached from how stiff the casket had been, fingers numbed from the cold. You figured you were jarred, not in a different season altogether.

“I don’t… I don’t remember anything.”

She swallowed hard, linking her hands behind your, they rested at the base of your spine. You could tell that she was afraid to release her hold on you. Her breath was warm against your collarbone.

“You were hit by a car that blew through a redlight.”

Okay- anticlimactic. You worked alongside Jennifer at Goodman, Lieber, Kurzberg and Holliway on cases that were focused on Inhumans, superheroes and supernatural beings that had gotten themselves into legal trouble. Being taken out by a car accident wasn’t on your top-five ways to go.

“It was all very… weird. They wouldn’t’ let me see you, and at first, I thought it was because we’re not family, but they didn’t let them in either. I even pulled the attorney card, which I’m not proud of, but they refused to let us even identify you.”

She withdrew her touch and started to pace around the kitchen. It was her way of thinking, and now that she was sure that you were a solid being, she was free to move around. “Even when I got six feet tall, mean and green, they wouldn’t let me in. I was two seconds from calling Bruce.”

Jenn stopped and lifted both eyebrows at you “You look remarkable for someone who has been under the earth for months.”

“I was being buried today in White Plains. I’m assuming there was no funeral, then?”

“No… no. They had said that private arrangements had been made and it’s my guess that those were keeping you on ice until now.”

You winced at the phrasing. You were never too fond of hospitals and the blocks in your memory scared you more than anything. If what Jennifer was saying was right, then, you may not have died in that intersection. You may have been through something much, much worse.

“Sorry,” She sighed out, desensitized just as you were. “Y/n, you can’t remember anything?”

“No,” The word came out as a broken whisper.

The two of you stood in a quiet moment. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you held onto that feeling. It was there, you were there, pockmarked memory and all. You felt the urge to reach out and hold Jennifer again, suddenly so exhausted you didn’t’ imagine your legs holding you up much longer.

Her eyes flickered down to the center of your chest and then back up to your stare with an immeasurable amount of fear. When you gazed down at the dirt-stained shirt, you saw a red dot, quivering as if a hand was behind it’s direction. Your shoulders slumped.

“aw, fuck.”

Jennifer let out a scream as her front door was splintered open and flung with great force across the room. The two windows that overlooked the view of the city shattered as heels broke against the panes. The one singular dot had changed to seven, long-range rifles aimed at you, and you were suddenly very sad that your last meal would be cold leftover rice.

Even in the dark, you knew that they had knocked over the fishtank holding Gus, multicolored rocks and glass slid across the wooden floor. There were light gray circles against the breasts of these intruders, a bird with outstretched wings in it’s center.

Your hands went up reflexively, both you ducked behind the breakfast nook, you were close to plugging your ears, the red dots trained on the fridge now, “Oh my god, did you call SHIELD?”

“No! No, I didn’t even know you were alive three minutes ago, I was going to hit you with a golf club and call the cops, not SHIELD.”

They were assholes and tight-lipped about everything, always. It was hard to get a phone call back from them divulging information about ongoing lawsuits, but now they were in front of you, guns raised and depriving Jennifer’s fish of life.

“Gus is going to drown,” You whispered harshly back.

“He’s a fish, he can’t drown.”

“In air.”

There was obvious shifting of firearms. The Agents were all calculated and still with their movements, there wasn’t subtle noise without intent. A gruff, raspy female voice called out to you. “Come out with your hands up, y/n.”

You peaked over the breakfast bar and squinted into the darkness. Your body was not equipped for this. It was already protesting from kicking open the casket with a bought of strength. It certainly wasn’t prepared for this.

Most of the agents were in swat gear, bullet-proof vests and helmets, their faces were covered with balaclava’s, leaving only small strips of exposed skin and eyes trained on you. You hadn’t had this much attention directed at you since your fifth-grade talent show, and you figured the last time would be your funeral, but that hadn’t gone exactly to plan.

The woman who was speaking was in a tactical suit. She didn’t’ bother to cover her identity, she didn’t have to. This was the Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff. Jennifer had gotten drunk one night after a losing case and told you about her cousin having a bit of a fling with her. You’d met Bruce, and that was… unbelievable in the nicest way possible.

Her emerald eyes were trained on you, serious and hard. A tingle ripped up your spine and your stomach squirmed at her scrutiny. Maybe it was the rice and the chicken, but you felt the urge to vomit. You wanted her to say your name again, despite not understanding why she knew it in the first place.

Jennifer gripped your ankle, shaking her head ‘no’ vigorously. Really, you should trust your lawyer friend.

The Black widow let out a sigh, the tip of her handgun pointed to the ground. “You can either come out, or I’ll blow a hole through your chest. Your choice.”

Your gaze flashed down to Jenn and she seemed to have changed her mind within a second, nodding with caution. “Okay, okay.”

Once you were at full height, the room bustled in movement. Your eyes remained on the Black Widow, and hers on yours. Your mouth felt dry, the tip of her gun pushing against your ribs before she flipped you and bent you over the granite counter. Jennifer was using her heels to scoot back to the fridge, trying to avoid the agents swarming around.

Metal cuffs were slapped against your wrists. The Black Widow was pressed flush against you, her warmth dominating. She grasped the back of your shirt and pulled you up. You were, for a fleeting moment, at her mercy. Her fingers searched your pockets, padded down your sides. Once she figured you clean, she holstered her weapon. “Y/n Y/l/n,” she husked in your ear. You suppressed a shiver, knowing she’d feel any move you made right now. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

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yelenabemylova · 1 year

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natasha romanoff masterlist

epiphany au - older!nat living life the way she wants to

Bi Wife Energy (rewritten)- Vision has bi wife energy

Wisdom Teeth- you get your wisdom teeth out

Favourite Things- dodgeball with the avengers

Charmed- watching your girlfriend’s favourite show with her

Support- just fluffy nat <33

Lethal Poser AU - mob boss natasha just can’t get the girl that was accidentally taken out of her mind

Clingy - hearing half the story is never good

Bioluminescence - fluffy nat bc we all need her in our lives <3

Made to be Broken - pain. just pain.

Shut Up - natasha goes away on a mission after you fight

Flu (Natasha x Maria x Reader) - you have the flu, but luckily your girlfriends are more than willing to take care of you

In the Kitchen Humming - short fluff of natasha returning home from a mission <3

Birthday - a soft morning with natasha on your birthday

Us Against the World - natasha comforts you through some hard times

Picnic - a cute little picnic date with tasha, set in my epiphany au but can also be read separately

My Shirt - someone has taken natasha’s shirt…

Seasonal Depression - summary: natasha has been away on a mission, but when she comes back she discovers you haven't been taking care of yourself

Christmas Presents - summary: wrapping presents amidst a storm never ends well

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natashasnoodle · 8 months

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Hi! How are you? I hope ur doing well. I would like to request a Natasha x f!reader fic.

Where nat and r are into each other but are oblivious about it. like they’d even sext each other like it’s normal. But both are scared to do anything about it but more so for nat because nat is scared of not ever being good enough for anyone and r is scared that no one would want her because she’s the quiet, shy but sweet and thoughtful kind of person but also really clingy and r even thinks she’s annoying and is afraid that the woman she loves would leave her because of that. Plz make it fluffy/comfort? My gay heart can’t handle angst 🥺

Experience | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Natasha isn't the best at trying to date people, the lack of practice can make her come across in a way she didn't mean to, and now she's gotta try and fix it on the spot.

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The sounds of old book pages turning, and scraping against each other filled the room as you read an old book that was picked up at a second-hand books fair, the edges of the pages tinged brown from years of use and love. As vivid imagery of armour-clad warriors riding horseback across fields and empires filled your head, the modern-day texting tone quickly drew you out of it.

Heart skipping a beat, you saw it was Natasha. Making sure to put a bookmark in the book, your teeth found your bottom lip as you picked up your phone, getting ready to reply to - hopefully - yet another flirtatious text. When hoping to date someone you hoped for a bit more substance in the initial messages, but Natasha seemed to always message things that got you hot and bothered, both with texts and images, and you doing the same in return.

After confirming that it was yet another flirty message, her telling you what she would love to be doing right now, your cheeks and ears went red as a tingling feeling went through your hands, the small anxiety-adrenaline spike causing your breathing to pick up a bit as you typed out a reply that you hoped would get her just as flustered as you are now.

Though you doubted it. You were a mess with most things, someone could compliment your shoes and you would think about planning out a life with them. But Natasha was Natasha. She owned every space that she walked into. She owned everyone that she talked to. Just by looking at someone she could make them do anything. You thought that even if you had a tenth of the amount of confidence Natasha seemed to have that you would be able to command the cosmos.

But alas, Natasha was a Black Widow, and you compared yourself more or less to some kind of wet fish. You possessed a sensitive nature, a kind soul that was often looked past. You needed someone with emotional availability to nurture you, so that you in turn could use your beautiful soul to nurture them. However, a lot of people were not like that. Many dates and situationships these days tend to end with someone getting bored, whilst the other person still feels attached and feeling clingy to someone that doesn’t even like them anymore.

Which is why you were taking this situation with Natasha cautiously. You’d been burnt in the past, and the plan was to not be burnt again any time soon. Fingers tapping away on the screen of the phone whilst your foot tapped to a rhythm in your head, the flirting continued. She only lived a few doors down in your apartment building, so you didn’t quite understand why it felt like some kind of long-distance situation. But Natasha never really hinted at actually meeting up and doing the thing she talked about doing in person.

Some insecurities got the better of you. You knew that you were rather clingy in a relationship, not in an unhealthy way, but enjoying telling each other about the mundane things that have happened in the day, good morning and goodnight texts, wanting to see each other as often as possible, whilst also giving each other a bit of space. But some people didn’t like that style of relationship, and they had let you know that they didn’t with no space to read inbetween the lines.

This carried on to now. You had wanted to suggest that you and Natasha go a step further and actually try a date, but you didn’t want her to think of you as clingy. Especially because she seemed so nonchalant about everything. You imagined that she was probably sat in her apartment replying to your texts right now without even a change in her heart rate.

You supposed that instead of wanting this to actually go anywhere, Natasha was just looking to do something to pass her time. Biting your nails whilst waiting for a response, you also supposed that she probably had multiple women to text right now, whereas you were just being pathetic and clinging onto this one person, in hopes that this woman, who in your eyes was way out of your league, would actually like you back.

One of your legs was pulled up to your chest as the other stretched out on your bed, staring down at your phone next to you, open on the chat as you waited to hear back from Natasha after a bit of a risqué text that was most certainly out of character for you. But instead of a quick and even more loaded response as you expected, you were met with being left on delivered. Sure, it had only been a few moments of the “read at 10:47pm” receipt sitting under your message, but every second felt like a millenia as you sat waiting for a response.

Any response would do, especially as she was usually so quick to reply during your heated conversations. But still, nothing came through for at least five minutes. The bedroom window was open, meaning that you weren’t feeling the heat of your embarrassed blush as much as you normally would, but still, your body felt hotter and your lips were pursed as you felt yourself fill with embarrassment.

It wasn’t as though you could just ignore Natasha’s presence if she did end up ghosting you, you lived in the same god damned building on the same god damned floor. Elevator interactions were bound to occur, and you would likely just spend the entire time staring at your shoes to avoid eye contact with the absolute goddess standing next to you.

Fingers tapped your bedsheets as you got lost in thought, until the familiar vibration of your phone made you look back down instead of staring at a wall. A picture in response. A small sigh escaped your parted lips, you craved more substance in your interactions with her, not that the photos didn’t go completely unappreciated. But still - you wanted a conversation.

Heaving yourself up from your bed with shaky legs, your feet planted firmly onto the soft rug of your bedroom before moving into the bathroom, one hand holding your phone and the other lifting the bottom of your shirt over your head.

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Across the hall, Natasha eagerly awaited your message, a small, shy smile resting on her lips as she braced herself for the inevitable notification sound. When it did, her lips parted and her pupils dilated. Oh so desperately did she want to march across the hall and actually talk to you. But the mighty Black Widow was scared.

She didn’t have the strongest grip on her emotions, and you were the sweetest thing. Kind to everyone, excited about the little things in life. To her, you were just magical, and she told herself that she didn’t deserve you. So, she kept to having you from a distance. In a way, she felt that you were hers. She knew that whilst she had you like this that you wouldn’t go to anyone else. It was selfish, she knew that. But she couldn’t bring herself to remedy the situation and put on a brave face.

Instead, she sent some crude comment back to the photo that you had sent, giving you enough tether to stay but not enough to say that she was being vulnerable and showing how she really felt. Your response was eager, but she could sense the disappointment behind it. You wanted something real, and she was just giving you crumbs.

In Natasha’s eyes she felt as though she didn’t deserve anything real. She’d never done this before. She’d never liked someone before. It scared her. So, her guard was up. She felt as though she’d just eventually hurt you, not fully realising she was inadvertently hurting you already.

Another photo was sent from her phone, she had spent time making sure it looked good, wanting to put in some form of effort. But this time you didn’t reply. The read receipt was just stuck on “read at 11:31pm”, and ten minutes later there was no sign of a reply. Her heart hammered as she stared at her phone. “Fuck”, she mumbled under her breath as she redressed herself, feeling completely mortified.

Perhaps there was a chance that you were in the midst of replying? Perhaps you were struggling with lighting or angles? So, she waited anxiously, playing with the strings of her comfy sweatpants, mumbling some reassurances to herself, telling herself that a reply would indeed come.

Twenty-five minutes later a message did not come. Humiliated, Natasha lay under her covers, staring at her phone that was on charge on her bedside table, quickly grasping at her phone whenever a notification popped up, none of them messages. Some were from Uber Eats, one was even from the Google Photos app telling her some photo rotation suggestions. She felt like rotating her phone out of a window at that one.

She didn’t know what to do, she liked you so bad, so bad that it almost hurt. But she was stuck. She was way out of her comfort zone. But then, she had never really had a comfort zone, so she bit the bullet. Scrambling out of bed she hurried across her apartment and out into the hall. Within merely a few seconds she was outside of the apartment door, her eyes tracing over the metal numbers ‘265’ screwed onto the door.

She let out a deep breath before knocking, and then immediately panicking at realising it was now midnight and that was a completely inappropriate time to be knocking on someone’s door. But she thought that you were likely awake as you had been frequently messaging her into the early hours of the morning.

Her chest rose rapidly, and before she had time to hide behind the potted plant down the hall, you opened the door, features etched with confusion before paling slightly at seeing Natasha at your door, thinking she was here to potentially aggressively confront you about ghosting her photo, which was possibly a dick move but you were tired of those types of interactions.

“Hey…”, Natasha spoke, her voice in a slightly higher register than usual. A small nod and a smile was your response.

“Um, I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary with our messages”, Natasha gulped, one leg holding more of her weight than the other, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”.

“Oh”, your eyes widened a little, seeing Natasha actually looking a bit vulnerable as though she wanted to actually talk about something for once. The soft cotton of your hoodie sleeves were in between your fingers, awkwardly playing with it whilst trying to think of words to say. Natasha’s presence was enough to make you flustered. “No, it’s okay. It’s just that type of thing isn’t usually my thing, until I started talking to you anyway, so I guess I just got a little overwhelmed”.

Natasha nodded in understanding, her eyes looking right into yours, seeing them dim in sadness a bit as you spoke your next line, “I’m sorry if I’m being annoying, I don’t get why I can’t just do what you do on text so easily, it just freaks me out sometimes”.

“No, I get it. I’m not a big fan either, I just thought that was the only way to do all of… this. I’m a bit new to this and I don’t exactly know what I’m doing. So, again, I’m sorry”.

This time it was your turn to nod in understanding, “I’m a bit useless at this thing too, don’t worry about it”. There was some awkward silence, both of your feet moving a little on the carpet, shuffling the weight from one side of your bodies to the other just to have something to do. “...How about we start over?”, you suggested, a timid edge to your voice, still convinced that Natasha didn’t like like you.

The way her eyes lit up spoke on the contrary, and made your heart flutter slightly, as cliché as it sounds. “I’d love that actually… so you want actual conversations, and maybe like an actual date?”. You nodded and smiled, excitement coursing through your veins. She actually liked you.

As you yawned, Natasha remembered the time, and bid you goodnight, telling you she would text you tomorrow to arrange that date, to which you happily agreed with. And so, she headed back home to bed, and you got back into yours, too excited to sleep but resting your eyes.

As Natasha hopped into her own bed, she let out a happy little squeal that she swore to herself that she would never, ever do again. She was still absolutely terrified of messing up in her first dating escapade, but she wanted to live, she wanted to experience, and you seemed like a pretty great thing to experience.

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✩⡱ who i write for !

✭ ◦ ˚ favorites/inspired for, platonic/familial requests only, requests currently closed

✭ ◦ ˚ links on character names lead to fancasts

✭ ◦ ˚ any ships listed are meant for poly x reader requests, i do not write for the ships by themselves

the batman: bruce wayne, selina kyle, edward nashton.

dc: bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, harley quinn, selina kyle, pamela isley, dick grayson, jason todd, roy harper, tim drake, stephanie brown, barbara gordon, cassandra cain, damian wayne, superbat, jayroy.

golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, pansy parkinson, cho chang.

marauders era: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, barty crouch jr., evan rosier, regulus black, narcissa black, jily, dorlene, marylily, wolfstar, rosekiller, poly marauders.

fantastic beasts: newt scamander, theseus scamander, leta lestrange, tina goldstein, queenie goldstein.

chronicles of narnia: peter pevensie, susan pevensie, edmund pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian the tenth.

baldur’s gate 3: wyll ravengard, astarion ancunin, gale dekarios, karlach cliffgate, halsin silverbough, shadowheart, lae’zel, shadowzel, bloodpact, bloodweave, wyllach, hellspawn, bloodbear, wyllsin.

dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts, richard cameron, knox overstreet, ginny danbury, chris noel, anderperry.

the outsiders: darrel "darry" curtis, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, steve randle, dallas "dally" winston, keith "two-bit" mathews, cheryl "cherry" valance.

ted lasso: ted lasso, jamie tartt, roy kent, keeley jones, sam obisanya, jamieroy, tedroy, roykeeley.

one piece (live action): monkey d. luffy, roanoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, nami, usopp, dracule mihawk, red-haired shanks, zosan.

hazbin hotel: charlie morningstar, vaggie, lucifer morningstar, angel dust, husk, alastor the radio demon, rosie the cannibal, sir pentious, cherri bomb, emily seraphim, chaggie, royalhalo, two and a half halos, huskerdust, cherrisnake.

triple frontier: santiago garcia, frankie morales, benny miller, will miller.

formula one: daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, max verstappen, lance stroll, alex albon, george russell, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, mick schumacher, esteban ocon, maxiel, charlos, carlando, loscar, lestappen, charlandos.

nhl: mitch marner, jamie drysdale, william nylander, quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, adam larrson, matthew knies, nico hischier, juraj slafkovsky.

stranger things: steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, chrissy cunningham, steddie, hellcheer, ronance.

good omens: aziraphale, crowley, muriel, anathema device, ineffable husbands, ineffable bureaucracy.

marvel: bucky barnes, eddie brock, kate bishop, yelena belova, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, carol danvers, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, loki laufeyson, thor odinson, darcy lewis, jane foster, druig, makkari, kingo, bruce banner, peter parker (tom holland), ned leeds, michelle jones, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly, peter quill, scott lang, xu shang-chi, xu xialing, helmut zemo, peter parker (andrew garfield), sambucky, spideychelle, interwebs, drukkari.

top gun: pete "maverick" mitchell, tom "iceman" kazansky, nick "goose" bradshaw, ron "slider" kerner, bradley "rooster" bradshaw, jake "hangman" seresin, natasha "phoenix" trace, bob floyd, javy "coyote" machado, mickey "fanboy" garcia, callie "halo" shen, icemav, hangster, floydsin, halonix.

star wars: luke skywalker, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala, obi-wan kenobi, din djarin, ahsoka tano, rex, cody, wrecker, crosshair, wolffe, hunter, echo, fives, tech, omega.

slashers: michael myers, jason vorhees, daniel "candyman" robitaille, jason dean, billy loomis, stu macher, hannibal lecter, carrie white, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, norman bates, hannigram, poly ghostface.

twilight: charlie swan, alice cullen, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, seth clearwater, paul lahote, jasper hale, rosalie hale, poly charlie & carlisle.

x-men: charles xavier, erik lensherr, kurt wagner, raven darkhölme, peter maximoff, logan howlett, jean grey, scott summers, alex summers, sean cassidy.

the magnificent seven (2016): goodnight robicheaux, billy rocks, joshua faraday, vasquez, sam chisholm, red harvest, jack horne, the magnificent seven (unit).

little women (2019): jo march, meg march, amy march, beth march, theodore "laurie" laurence.

newsies (broadway version): jack kelly, david jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon, racetrack higgins, albert dasilva, finch.

miscellaneous: tangerine, evan "buck" buckley, eddie diaz, buddie, ferris bueller, cameron frye, daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, marty mcfly, phil wenneck, joel miller, spencer reid, aaron hotchner, penelope garcia, jess mariano, rory gilmore, eggsy unwin, agent whiskey, barbie (margot robbie), ken (ryan gosling).

✩⡱ request rules !

types of content i will write: headcanons, drabbles, blurbs based on concepts and thoughts.

what i will write: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, readers of any gender (male, female, gender-neutral), readers of color and various religions, poly reader inserts with ships, suggestive content (no actual smut, but suggestive and fade-to-black is fine), various types of aus (if you're not sure, feel free to ask).

what i will not write: anything fully nsfw (suggestive content is fine), full-length one-shots (at least not by request), non-canon sexualities for characters, age play/regression, rape or sexual assault, eating disorders, self-harm.

✩⡱ other rules !

i will not write one-shots or full-length fics by request. however, i may write one-shots or series based on my own ideas if i am feeling inspired. otherwise, i will only take requests for headcanons, drabbles, and concepts or thoughts from you that i can turn into blurbs.

i will write for readers of any gender, but if you do not specify the reader's gender in your request, i will automatically make them gender-neutral, so as to keep my writing as inclusive as possible.

my inspiration tends to come and go a lot, so if it takes me a while to get your request out, i genuinely apologize in advance, but i do ask you to not be rude and try to pressure me into writing faster.

please be polite when sending in requests - i do not ask for a lot, just a simple "please" and "thank you" so i know you don't think of me as just a writing machine.

on that note, please try to put some kind of general plot into your requests ! not too much, since headcanons and drabbles are meant to be shorter, but i generally need more than just "x character with fluff". also, please put the type of request, or if it's just a thought or concept, in your ask !

you can request for any character in the list above, as long as their name isn't struck through, but if you want to know if i write for another character in any of these fandoms that isn't listed, feel free to ask ! i might still not write them, but i promise i'll try my best !

#— ❥ dolly speaks now !!#— ❥ dolly's navigation things !!

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potatothots · 5 months

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Requests are open. I'm trying to get myself back into writing. The dumpster fire that is my life right now killed my creativity. I'm hoping requests will help.

See below!

Who I write for:

(Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Loki

Steve Rogers

(Baulder's Gate 3)

Astarion (spawn and ascended)

Tav / Durge

Gale

(Mortal Kombat 1; 2023)

Bi-han

Shang Tsung

(Miscellaneous)

Lee Bodecker - The Devil all the Time

Nick Fowler - The 355

If you know of another I could do, let me know. If I know the character, I might attempt it.

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Genres:

Fluff, dark, mystery, horror, yandere, romance, drama

Kinks:

Just ask and we can talk. I don't do ddlg (nothing wrong, I just can't seem to get into it when I write).

I will do really dark stuff like rape, death, stalking, fighting, etc. You can read my other works to see.

Rating:

G to NSFW

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Plot:

Tropes, original, etc... If you have something specific, let me know!

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Pairings:

M/M, M/F, M/M/F, M/F/F

x Reader

Most of my stories are x Reader. Easier to do, unless you don't mind sending me a character outline for an oc.

I do non x Reader pairings, too.

Halsin x Astarion

Astarion x Gale

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes

You get the point.

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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Closed Door, Open Hearts - Masterlist

Status: Complete

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 28.9k

Tags: fake dating, bi!reader, artist!reader, slight angst, fluff, humor, annoying/shitty family, reader has siblings

Warnings: homophobia/biphobia, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, language

Summary: Your mother has always been getting on your nerves about your relationship status, and with your brother’s marriage coming up it’s been at an all time high. Tired of it all, you decide to bring your partner to the wedding and say so to her. Only problem? You don’t have a partner. Lucky for you, your best friend comes up with the worst idea you ever heard. Since it’s your only hope, other than living as a hermit for the rest of your life, you run with it.

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Part 4]

[Part 5]

[Part 6]

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #black widow #cdoh masterlist #idk how to tag

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missmonsters2 · 2 years

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The Colliding Tides of You | Part 3

Pairings: [AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: You hadn't known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what's right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love? [Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

Chapter Warnings: None.

Series Masterlist

Note: idk i'm just having a good time 😌 remember there's no taglist. Please follow my library blog for notifs @missmonsters2-library <3

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You were already awake when you heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," you said softly but loudly enough for the other person on the side of the door to hear. When it opened, you were surprised to see who it was.

Natasha and Wanda were standing there, the redhead holding a basket filled with various things.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked carefully while Wanda was quiet.

You wondered if Wanda was nervous because her hands were tucked into her sleeves while she gripped them closed.

"Better," you said with a small smile, pulling your eyes away from Wanda's hands. "FRIDAY let me know that the room being prepared for me is almost ready, so I'll be getting ready to leave here soon, I think."

"We got you a few things," Wanda tried to smile as friendly as she could, but it came out as a small grimace instead. You gave her a reassuring smile nonetheless.

The bed was made earlier this morning, and you sat on top of the covers, fiddling with your phone with nothing better to do.

"Oh, wow," you lightly dig through the items in the basket. There were various toiletries, hair care products, and a set of pajamas. You touched the pants and shirt softly. They were mismatched, and you wondered if they belonged to the women in front of you.

"We figured you might want some of this stuff right away before Tony can bring you shopping or get someone to buy things for you," Natasha explained.

"Thank you," you smiled softly, only looking at them briefly before you looked back down.

Natasha regarded you slowly. She was still unsure how she felt about Tony taking you on as his sugar baby. While she understands things have been rough for him since the entire aftermath of Sokovia, Natasha isn't sure this is the solution either.

Your disposition is quiet, and Natasha can only reason it as to the fact everyone here is new to you and that you've allegedly landed yourself in another universe.

You've lost everything.

Natasha may not know you or your life, but she knows loss when she sees it. Here, they were all you had—strangers who had no idea who you were, yet you could barely even look Natasha in the eyes. When you did, something would ghost over your features as if she was something you lost too.

Natasha hadn't liked it. There was a reason she never trusted someone who couldn't look her in the eyes, but what was she supposed to do with someone who looked at her the way you do?

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"Well, this is it," Tony gestured to the general area of the room before shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"This is...crazy," you walked past Tony and looked around with slight disbelief at how nice it was. It was much nicer than the one-bedroom apartment back—

You stopped your mind from thinking about it as you turned back to look at Tony.

"I quickly remodeled Clint's room for you. He's not going to be staying here anymore since, well," Tony shrugged. "Tinier agents."

You gave him a smile of understanding that Tony tried to not focus on too long.

"Do all the Avengers have rooms like this?" You asked.

"Yep," Tony nodded. "We're all on the same floor. Romanoff on your left and Maximoff on your right. Steve is down the hall and I'm right across from you."

"You...stay here?" You looked at him, brows furrowed.

Tony shrugged. "I do now," he took one hand out of his pocket and rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, I've been working at the Compound a lot lately since being at home without Pepper—I just thought with our arrangements, I should reap as many benefits as I can, and that means staying close since you don't want to move into my home."

It was a mouthful, and you gave Tony a break by pretending you didn't notice what he was originally going to say and gave him a teasing smile.

You walked towards him, holding your fist out.

"What?" Tony cocked his brow. "I give you a nice, remodeled room with a private bathroom and I get a fist bump?"

You nodded. "I think we both might die of embarrassment if I try to do anything more," you quirked your brow back at him. "Maybe try dinner and a shopping spree since I literally only have these pajamas Natasha and Wanda gave me and we can negotiate a hug."

"Wow, a hug," Tony deadpanned, but you could see his lip twitching.

"With a pat on the back and everything," you teased.

"Alright, I'll hold you to that," Tony finally fist-bumped you, and you dropped your hand. "I'll let you get settled in and we can talk about this dinner and shopping spree later."

You nodded and gave him one last smile as he walked out, shutting your door softly with a click.

But later never comes.

You don't come out of your room for three days.

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Natasha drummed her fingers against the countertop, staring toward the hall that led to their bedrooms. She let out a soft sigh as she turned back to the table. It was one of those rare moments where she and her fellow Avengers were eating breakfast together.

Except, these days, it wasn't so rare. They've all gathered here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the last two days. Generally, they were hanging around a lot on this floor.

"You haven't heard anything from her?" Steve asked the question Natasha was too reluctant to ask herself.

Tony shook his head, letting out a huff, and Natasha could tell he was frustrated.

"She hasn't answered my texts, calls, or when I stand at her door and knock or yell. I would've thought she ran away or was dead if not for FRIDAY's checkups," Tony had a deep frown on his face as he drank his coffee unhappily.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Steve gripped his chin in thought. His brows were furrowed in that familiar way that Natasha knew was going to be the cause of his future wrinkles. "I mean, it's concerning that she hasn't come out once. What about eating or drinking?"

"I leave a tray of food at her door at each meal," Tony shrugged. "I try to stay as long as I can to see if I can catch her but I think she knows I'm there and won't take it until I leave, so I go so she'll at least eat. I shouldn't have built a private bathroom in there," he grumbled.

"I think she just needs space."

The quiet voice drew their attention, and they turned to look at Wanda stirring her coffee absentmindedly. She looked up, saw all of them staring at her, and turned her head back.

"I'm sure she's distressed," Wanda told them. "About being here alone."

"Wouldn't it be better to be with people during this time?" Steve mused.

"Not always," Wanda muttered. "Even if you spend time with others, you still grieve alone at the end of the day."

Everyone was quiet after that.

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You knew that you needed to get it together and leave your room. You were probably causing issues by ignoring everything and staying shut-in.

But the second the door had closed behind Tony and you were truly alone in the privacy of your own room, you felt your eyes burn and welled up with tears.

The first night, you sobbed silently, body wracking violently as you stifled your cries. There wasn't much to cry about, really. You hadn't left anything important behind in your old life. If anything, this should've made you jump with joy. There were no more overwhelming bills or collectors knocking on your door every so often.

There were no more incessant phone calls asking for money. No more 16-hour shifts that left you so exhausted that you often fell asleep without eating anything.

You had a few friends, but you never allowed yourself to develop long-lasting friendships, and you had few and far flings in between. No one was going to miss you.

But you cried anyway.

You cried for your new life, here with the people that kept you company when you were once all alone.

Those nights when you didn't immediately pass out from exhaustion, eating leftovers and quietly watching the same movies over and over.

Those days when collectors came and took everything but what would allow you to survive the two weeks until your next paycheque, reading the same beat-up comics over and over.

It was stupid, but you had loved them so much because they weren't real, and because they weren't real, they couldn't disappoint or hurt you like everyone else in your life had.

Endgame had stung, but you could always just go back to the first movie or go back to your favorite comic and relive everything like a loop. You never had to stay for the disappointment and ache.

But now, they were in front of you. Breathing, laughing, staring at you with suspicion or curiosity. They were your new reality, and if the pain came, you had to continue with it. There was no starting from the beginning.

You felt burdened with the responsibility of knowing the future to come.

The second night you felt numb—empty. There were no tears left to cry, and you silently let your mind drift about the events to come and if it would be okay to alter them.

Stephen Strange would be against it.

But it wasn't like you were using the time stone to go back in time to alter something that already happened. Some things were meant to happen no matter what you did, but you sincerely hoped it wasn't Tony or Natasha's death.

You spent your time asking FRIDAY odd questions to compare your universe to this one.

The third night, you felt guilty about ignoring Tony's texts, calls, or attempts to get you to open your door. You were a mess as you hadn't showered since your downward spiral, and that alone had deterred you from letting anyone see you.

You rested most of the morning and ended up showering late at night. The hot water against your skin felt like it was reviving you, and when you looked in the mirror, you felt less pallor despite the slight puffiness in your eyes.

Tony had left you dinner earlier, but you found yourself craving a light night snack and looked at the time. It was just a little past 2AM, and you hoped everyone was asleep.

You quietly opened your door, hoping Tony didn't rig FRIDAY to alert him that you were leaving your room. You wandered the dark hall, looking to the left and right of your room. Natasha's lights were off, but Wanda had moving lights under her door that made you conclude she was probably watching her sitcoms.

Steve's lights were off, and so was Tony's, but you knew it was unlikely Tony was actually sleeping, and he was more likely to be off somewhere working on some new invention.

You quietly made your way to the kitchen, keeping your steps light. When you got there, you fiddled around until you found the stove light and turned that on. You looked around and hummed quietly, thinking about what you could make. Opening the fridge, there were some leftovers, but you weren't going to eat those like an asshole.

You could cook up something with the ingredients, but you didn't feel like making a ruckus that could alert people that someone was in the kitchen.

You closed the fridge and began opening up the cupboards instead. You found cereals lined up.

There was shredded wheat cereal that you could only assume was Steve's. Then cornflakes that you thought could be Tony's. The last two were Special K and Sugar Snaps. You thought maybe the Special K was Natasha's because you couldn't really see her eating something so...sugary.

But maybe she had a sweet tooth? You weren't sure.

Either way, you ended up choosing the Special K and hoped that whoever it was, they wouldn't be too mad at you for stealing some.

You poured some into a bowl you found, grabbed the milk from the fridge, and hoped it would settle in your stomach without any issues. Sitting on the barstool, you began to eat as quietly as you could. In hindsight, this wasn't the best food to eat with all the crunching unless you let it become soggy.

"Are you enjoying my cereal?"

Your head snapped up to see Wanda leaning against the wall just at the corner where the hall began. She looked rather tired but amused at you shoveling cereal into your mouth.

You swallowed your mouth full after chewing and looked apologetic.

"Sorry," you smiled at her sheepishly since she didn't appear to be angry. "I thought yours might've been the Sugar Snaps."

"They're both mine," Wanda told you, and you looked mildly surprised with your eyes widening slightly. "Natasha doesn't like eating cold things in the morning, so she doesn't tend to get cereal."

"I actually eat yours late at night too."

Both of you were surprised at the new voice, and Natasha appeared behind Wanda. She was in her sleepwear, an emerald silk tank top, and shorts to match.

You made eye contact with Natasha, feeling your ears heat up as you looked back at your bowl and put more cereal into your mouth.

"Huh," Wanda hummed. "I thought I was just eating an excessive amount of cereal. No wonder it feels like I run out so fast. You should get your own."

"And let you eat all that sugar on your own? I'm helping you out here," Natasha grinned at Wanda, and the brunette gave a tiny one back. "Besides, this is fair as long as you never return my leather jacket."

Now, Wanda huffed. "Petty."

"Very much so," Natasha nodded before chuckling.

You enjoyed listening to the conversation between the two but also felt like you were intruding. You wanted to eat your cereal faster but knew it would only make you feel unwell and bloated afterward.

They both turned to look at you, but you didn't respond to their look. You waited for the comments about finally leaving your room, but none came. Natasha was the first to move as she grabbed some Special K from the cupboard and filled a bowl for herself with milk.

Wanda followed suit but went for the Sugar Snaps instead.

They both sat on either side of you, and you felt yourself become anxious, your leg fidgeting. They ate quietly beside you, and the longer you sat there with them, your shoulders released their tension, and your legs stilled.

"So," Natasha spoke up, and you tilted your head towards her to show you were listening. "What do you like eating for breakfast?"

It was subtle, but it was like seeing you here broke your absence, and she was confirming your presence for tomorrow.

"I like eggs and fruit," you replied, feeling shy.

"Healthy," Natasha smiled. "Not like miss going-to-get-cavities over there."

"Hey!" Wanda grumbled. "Fruits have sugar too."

You couldn't help but smile. "As long as you brush your teeth and floss diligently, it should be okay." Wanda gave you a smile, and you felt the tip of your ears burning as you fought against the flush threatening to rise up your chest.

"Okay," Wanda said as she finished swallowing. "Now the real question is can you cook?"

"Now who's petty?" Natasha rolled her eyes playfully.

The rest of your night is spent chatting quietly with the two women, and you cannot help but feel content and dread for feeling so.

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The next morning, you had to psych yourself up a little to leave your room. When you opened your door, you could hear chatter down the hall and the smell of eggs and bacon.

You walked into the kitchen, hesitating as you neared the end but pushed through until you came into view.

Tony and Steve were arguing over the stove while Natasha looked at them with amusement, and Wanda was drinking coffee, flipping through a magazine.

They all stopped and turned to stare at you, and you felt so embarrassed for some reason.

"There you are!" Tony exclaimed, and you braced yourself for the scolding you would get from him, but Natasha threw him a look, and he just rolled his eyes.

"I'm making eggs and bacon for breakfast," Tony said proudly.

"You mean you're making a mess and either undercooking or burning everything," Steve sighed.

"Sorry we can't all be perfect like you, golden boy," Tony sniped back, but there was no actual hostility.

"I hardly call being able to make eggs and bacon perfect. Anyone can do it," Steve cocked his brow at Tony.

"Not Natasha."

"Don't bring me into this," Natasha curled her lip slightly at the two. She turned to you and gestured for you to come over.

There was a big helping of fruit on a plate she pushed towards you as you sat next to her.

"Have some of this," Natasha sighed. "It might be a while before you get those eggs."

"How do you like them?" Tony asked, ignoring Steve's insistence to take over so they'd actually have something to eat soon.

"Whatever you can manage," you smiled lightly at him, and he clicked his tongue at you.

"You're very low-maintenance. I guess I shouldn't complain but we'll see how you are when we go shopping after," Tony turned back to the stove and grabbed more eggs while Steve watched the pan like a hawk.

"Shopping?" You tilted your head.

"Mhm," Tony hummed. "What? Do you want to wear the same three clothes? Are you going to start sharing with Natasha? I'll have you know she's stingy with them. You'd have better luck with Wanda."

"Stop painting a bad picture of me," Natasha sighed. "I can share, you seem like the type to at least give my stuff back, but I'm sure you'll want your own clothing."

You could see Wanda rolling her eyes with a tiny smirk as she kept sipping her coffee.

You plopped a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"Clothes would be nice. The underwear situation is starting to get weird."

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #avengers x reader #wandanat x reader #stucky x reader #mm: my fics

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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.ೃ࿐ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ༊*·˚

ABOUT ME:

★ she/her

★ 19

★ bi bitch

★ proud gemini

★ fun fact: most, if not every fic, will be a one part fic only. unless someone nicely asks me to write a second part or i'm geniuly invested

★ this my house. entry, please

MASTERLIST <3

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

REQUESTING RULES:

Who I write for:

Florence pugh (and any of her characters)

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

Marvel characters (Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Carol Danvers, Maria Hill, Shuri, Tony Stark, Loki, Stephen Strange, Thor, T'Challa, Namor, Druig, et.)

I'm down to write about anyone as long as I know what I'm writing about. You can ask me about any other character.

What I don't write:

Homophobia, transphobia, fat phobia, pedophilia, incest, racism, drugs, male!reader

What I do write:

Fluff, angst, humor, smut, dark fics, hurt/comfort, headcanons, one shot, blurb. Character x reader x Character. Feel free to ask for anything specific.

Dark fics: degradation, praise kink, innocence kink, mommy kink, daddy kink, marturbation, cnc, manipulation, dom-sub, yandere, lactation kink (you name it lol. Feel free to ask)

When requesting:

Please, make sure to specify what type of fic you want me to write (fluff, angst, et), and any other specifications you would like to add.

Notes:

English isn't my first language, so grammatical errors are bound to happen.

NONE OF MY WORKS CAN BE TRANSLATED, REPOSTED OR STEAL.

-M

#your fav florence pugh blog <3 #littlexscarletxwitch's fic

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thebaileybugle · 2 years

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Attacked

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x male reader (Oc)

Warning(s): 16+, not checked, Tony’s bi???, strong language (fuck, hell), tease of ‘what could’ve been’ (I don’t know how to put it), and as always if I missed something please let me know

A/N: I’m a tad bit tipsy and inspired so let’s see, hehe 😉

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Tony was cardio down while Nate was working on combat with some training dummies.

“Kid Fury?” Tony called to his (kind-a) colleague who stripped his shirt in the middle of training.

“Anthony Edward?” Nathan replied while throwing his shirt to the side by seats. He stood straight with his hands on his hips.

Tony rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna let that pass- were you attacked by a bear?”

“A bear where the hell did you get that idea?” Nate threw him a look as his stroked the training dummy in front of him.

“Oh, just the fact that your arms and shoulders have zebra stripes.” Tony gestured to to Nate’s said body parts making the young Fury look at them.

“Damn it Nat.” He didn’t realize last night’s festivities left some evidence for memory.

Tony ducked his teeth and shook his head while walking up to his friend. “I warned you about those nails man.”

He did, I mean who would spend year being a playboy and not share his knowledge with the youngest (that weren’t so much younger)

“Fuck off Anthony, go on about your ‘simping for a woman allergic to strawberries’ day.” Nate grumbled as he got into position to strike the training dummy again.

“Says the one who makes puppy eyes at the woman of tried to kill him.” The ex-playboy fired back with a snort.

“Oh come on- we we’re on different sides of the table back then.” Nate threw his hands up with a shake of his head.

“Excuses, excuses!”

“Fuck you Stark.”

“Nope, only for Pepper.”

*aggravated sight*

Taglist:

@iliketozoneout

#natasha romanoff x male oc #nathaniel fury #natasha romanoff x oc #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x male reader #male original character #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu

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your-midwestern-dad · 3 years

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i don't always instantly fall in love with fictional characters, but when i do it's adorable blondes who could kick my ass

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wandasmistress · 2 years

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You

Synopsis- After one interaction changes you forever you see the woman of your dreams, destined to be with her. You realize she's not yours but you're willing to do anything in order to make sure she's yours.

Pairings- Natasha Romanoff x !PsychoReader (Strangers), Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner(Mentioned)

Warnings- Stalking, Death, Manipulation, Blood, and Angst

Word Count- 7.5k

A/N- This is loosely based off of the show “You”. And it can get graphic so beware. This took me nearly two weeks to write cause I had no motivation😶

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You looked her in her eyes, trying to pull your charm out and hopefully woo her. But instead, all she saw was you staring at her intently, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat avoiding your gaze.

Slowly bringing up the striped straw to your mouth you sucked on it seductively. The thick creamy liquid slides down your throat almost making you choke on the consistency. You settle it down afterward and shift it in the brunette's direction.

“Ew, you really think I’m drinking after your delusional ass!” She spurts out as she holds a look of disgust on her face.

Your confidence completely shatters while your shoulders seemingly sink down to the ground.

“The one time I fucking use tinder! Get a grip.” She mumbles the last sentence as she rolls her eyes getting up from the diner seat.

Slightly cowering from her gaze you manage to say, “I’m not that bad, I-I swear!”

Your reply made her stop dead in her tracks, she turned over slowly. You knew what was coming next just like every time you went out on a date. The absolutely brutal persecuting of every possible inch of your being.

“You want me to start at the top?” She retorts quite loudly in the packed diner causing wandering eyes to start staring.

You subtly shook your head trying to stop what was already coming.

“Let's start first shall we,” She says as she crosses her arms and bites her lips harshly, “You weren’t a catfish, thank god.” She says holding her hands briefly to praise the heavens above.

“If you were I think I would have caught a homicide case.” She jokes to herself with a dark chuckle emitting from her throat.

“Cecilia, please stop.” You say hesitantly afraid she will start pouncing on you.

“I don't think I will. You have the body but you don't have the personality.”

You look down at the floor feeling all eyes on you now.

“All you talk about is yourself. Your stupid nerdy books that by the way are way overdated, probably written before christ!” She laughs out loud rolling her bland blue eyes again. Your breath hitched slightly when you hear two people quietly laughing at her god-awful joke and you peer up from the ground to see a few people holding in theirs.

“Not to mention your style! Look at yourself, you really wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt to a fucking date.” You take this moment to look down at your physical appearance, your busted dingy sneakers, and grey worn-out sweatpants.

You look up at her quickly with embarrassment in your eyes, “But you told me to dress casually and this is casual.”

“No, it's not, you look like a hobo. I would have mistaken you for one when I walked in but your pitiful glasses made me give you a second glance and I recognized you. Who the hell still wears circle glasses, you aren't Harry Potter so stop trying.”

This time no one in the diner decided to hold in their laugh, in fact, multiple people burst out laughing, their fists slamming the wooden creaky table as they doubled back.

You couldn't handle all the stares of disgust and torment causing you to look back down at the dirty floor that probably wasn't washed in decades.

“And you eat like a slob, you devoured your burger in three seconds. And ate your fries as if they were the last in the world, then you offered me your milkshake as if the straw wasn't covered in mushed-up food. You're a big grease bucket.” This erupted more laughter from the whole diner and you couldn't help but hang your head more in shame.

Out of all the backlash you’ve gotten from your dates this was the most extreme, you have never felt more embarrassed or humiliated in your whole life. That was definitely the turning point in your life where everything changed.

As soon as Cecilia left you with your thoughts scattered, mouth agape, and teary-eyed. Your confidence dropped severely that day but something else rose up within you, a vicious need for vengeance and a cruelness that crept up your skin settling permanently eventually.

Now looking back to the moment you don't know why you didn't just get up and leave. Maybe it would have stopped darkness from overcoming you, but you didn't get up so there was no dwelling now.

After that day everything changed for you, for the first time in months you deleted tinder. You could no longer look at that app without having a rage overcome your whole being.

A few weeks after sulking in your dim apartment where you only went outside to get a pack of cigarettes since you started to smoke after the whole situation, the stress being too much. And cold cola from your nearby corner store.

One day when looking up in the corner store you saw your reflection, a grimace appearing across your face. You walked out of the store, not before smacking a ten-dollar bill on the counter, avoiding the clerk's weary gaze as his eyebrow raised at your behavior. You didn't have to stop and check out properly because he knew you came here every few days for the same thing.

Instead of taking your usual route back to your home, you stopped at the nearby drugstore's entrance. The fluorescent lights light up your dull features. You mumble about the brightness of the lights since you only ever come out at the night and your usual stop doesn't go head to toe with the lighting as this drugstore does.

Walking through the threshold of the sliding doors a bell dings notifying any employees that there is a new customer but you paid no mind to that as you headed over to the hair dye section.

Black wouldn't look too bad, no, how about brunette? Never. After spending your time staring at the infinite options you opted out on black and came to the counter slamming it down. The employee jumped from the impact and hurriedly looked up from her magazine as her gaze snapped on you.

You returned her look with a cold stare, just then remembering something else you swiftly turned as you marched up and down the aisles looking for it. Ah, there you are. You picked up a pair of glasses, your hand automatically touching the time's new roman pair.

You smirked as you snatched them from the dangling rack and walked back over to the counter plopping them down.

“W-will that be all m-miss?” She stuttered out while avoiding your gaze at any cost when you looked at her.

“No.” You said with fake happiness, liking the feeling of expressing your false feelings and deceiving people.

She shook her head quickly and bagged the items but not before you interjected.

“Did I say I wanted them bagged?” You said with a cold calmness while your hands laid flat on the smooth counter.

“N-no you didn't, my apologies.” She stuttered out as her hands started to shake ever so slightly while placing down the plastic bag slowly.

“I'm kidding! Please do bag them for me.” You told her with a growing grin on your face.

You knew she was rushing to get you out of the store because she didn't like the energy you were giving out at all, it's almost as if she could feel the darkness seeping through your body and into the air.

When she handed you the bag hurriedly you gave her a small smile and thanked her briefly before turning around towards the exit, just as you were about to leave you turned around to catch her staring at you. Your smile instantly being replaced with a glower, you could see the moment her heart almost stopped, causing pleasure to rise in your bones. And that's when things truly changed.

Your hoodie was tucked extra-low below on your forehead, you wanted to blend in with the night as best as you could. You were crouched near a fence gate, patiently waiting till she came.

And it didn't take long before she did, there she was rushing in her heels towards her door. Shuffling through her purse as she stopped to most likely find her keys. The chilly wind blew through the silent air as her brunette hair rustled with the wind. You took this as the opportunity to strike.

How could you not, there she was so vulnerable and open. And as you swiftly glided on the sidewalk appearing behind her without making so much as a sound, her lock clicked open, and with the force of her push, the door swung open the next second.

“Hello, Cecilia.” Your uncanny voice broke the silence of the night, her head whipped around in an instant and her eyes went wide as fear cast over her features.

She tried stepping inside to shut her door but she was too slow, she knew there was no point in trying to call out for help because no one lived on her block, cheers to being the first homeowner in the newly built neighborhood. And you knew that also, thinking just how perfect that is for your plan.

“You crazy bitch!” She exclaimed as she picked up a nearby vase sitting on a tall table next to the door.

She chucked it at you and poorly missed causing you to let out a deep chuckle and shake your head as your eyes closed shut. When you opened them she was standing there in fear.

“Do you remember that day? In the diner. How little you made me feel.” You stopped your smiling as you looked at her with resentment, anger radiating off your person.

“I-I'm sorry, ok. Is that what you wanna hear?”She stated calmly as she started backing up from you slowly.

“You just don't get it, no amount of sorry’s will fix what's done.” You seeth out from your teeth as you start advancing on her, bruteness shining from your eyes.

“I don't know what you want me to fucking say Y/n! Just please, get out. I'm sorry for embarrassing you.” She yelled at the top of her lungs as she shut her eyes in terror, her hands bunching up in fists at the outburst she released.

“Well it's too fucking late for that, isn't it?” You replied calmly, sounding more unhinged every second you spoke.

Cecilia didn't know what was coming next, your movements too swift and quick for her to pick up in enough time. The next thing she knew she was on the ground staring up into your deranged eyes as an unholy grin spread across your face.

A gut-wrenching pain pulled her out of your sinful trance, she looked at her stomach where your legs connected to her hip to see blood sprawling all over her grey dress. Confusion struck her for just a second then realization hit just as fast. Her face scrunching into pure agony.

She looked back into your dark eyes and found your pupils dilated completely. She could no longer see your dull irises as if they had been completely smothered in the blackness. She knew you were getting joy from watching her in pain, and that's when she finally knew what you meant how you said it's too late. You were already far gone into the depravity she had involuntarily pushed you in.

The last thing she saw was your smug grin before the same darkness overcame her, her fingers giving out and loosening around your hand.

You watched her die, and you felt absolutely nothing. The scene left behind was brutal, her almost frozen body sprawled on the floor, a lone tear sliding down from her eye. You thought that you would feel some sort of contentment from this or your hunger for vengeance go away, but it did anything but that. Your hunger for death grew as much as the thick trickling blood beneath you.

It was everywhere the next day.

Local Woman Killed In House Invasion! Woman Killed In Home Robbery!

Since the murder, the whole town has been on high alert, and although you should have probably taken that to lay low for a few weeks, you didn't care. Instead, you took this time to stroll about in the most isolated town. It was quiet ever since the wind of murder was spread through the packed streets.

What once used to be a booming neighborhood with parties in the night overtaking any chance of sleep was now like a Hollows Ville. Children crowding the park and teens hanging on each block but gone since their parents ushered them to stay inside afraid that they'll be the next victim of a brutal killing.

But you weren't planning on killing anyone else, well for now until the urge that so greatly overtook you came again. As you were sitting on the park bench with a now cold cup of coffee snuggled in between your hands that's when you saw her.

You're not kidding when you thought she was the most stunning woman you have ever seen, you were lovestruck and you had to have her, there was no way you couldn't.

You stared at her from across the park's flower meadow, her cherry-red hair wooshing in an untimely manner with the flowing flowers. You were absolutely mesmerized by the sight.

Her sundress pushed against her form to broaden and convey her curves that seemed to fit her body perfectly. Her hair was down as it toppled over her shoulders and just above her breast which seemed to be positioned marvelously, and if you could squint your eyes just enough you could see a dark freckle just below her jaw. Her loose ivory sundress made her stand out above the row of anemones, she was enticing, and if she didn't know if you had to be the one to tell her.

But you couldn't just yet, you had to wait and make sure you could make a lasting first impression so she would practically be crawling back for more. That's when you decided to remove your eyes protestingly away from her comely figure. You dipped your entire body back on the bench making sure she had no view to see you, and you waited.

After the ten-minute mark, she started sauntering off in the direction of the park's exit. Once she vanished behind the big pine tree that's when you took the initiative to get up quickly from the bench you were once splayed on, stalking in her direction.

Determined to make sure she didn't slip through your grasp but also make sure she didn't catch you following closely behind her. Your hoodie was yet again tucked over your head as you tried to blend in with the background. It was so hard because it was as if wherever she set foot she brought light, your darkness was no match for her.

After a few minutes of you trailing behind her pace slowed as she stood directly in front of the grocery store. Oblivious to your surroundings as you had been aimlessly following her like a lost puppy through the empty streets, you hadn't noticed that you have been following her for six blocks and neither did she.

She looked up at the store's sign and a tenuous smile crawled up her face, her jaw becoming prominent as the sunlight reflected off of the side of her body. A second later she disappeared behind the glass doors and that's when you were snapped out of what seemed like an hour-long trance, you have never felt this way about someone before, you were starting to understand what the people in the movies felt like when they were describing love at first sight. You had to have her.

You mindlessly wandered in after her, taking one last deep breath before you put your game face on as if you were about to win one of the biggest awards of your life. You knew this was your one and only chance at reeling her in, and you weren't gonna let her slip through your grasp.

You grabbed a small shopping cart from the bunch and went off to roam the store, you knew she was in one of the endless sections of aisles, and you were set on finding her.

As you strolled through abnormally long aisles, putting random packages of food items into your cart without looking. The shopping cart's damaged wheel was squeaking constantly a reminder of where you were and how you kept spacing out at the thought of interacting with her.

Your thoughts consumed you as you walked down an aisle. Your form was slightly slouched as you gripped the cart completely blanking out.

A sudden bump snaps you out of your stasis, your eyes widen as you look past the cart and at the floor of the dirty store.

Your eyes widen ten times more when you realize it's the dazzling redhead right before you. She's looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows as you just stand there not realizing how weird you look right now. Stuck in place because you have imagined this moment over and over again but you don't know what to do, what to say, or how to act.

You see her about to get up and quickly rush to her aid, your cold fingers touch her soft arm and you can feel just the slightest of a flinch from the woman below you. Your eyes staring deep into hers, now that you were up close to her everything changed.

Her eyes were so alluring, piercing persian green eyes that made a shiver erupt through your spine. Her face was more defined now, red splotches spreading across her porcelain pale skin outlining her cheeks. Her almond eyes stared deep back into your dim ones, her eyes squinting just slightly as her defined eyebrows rose up in a confused manner.

You hadn't realized at the moment that you were creepily staring as she looked back at you, even if you have been staring at her for hours you felt a little ashamed to be doing it right in front of her face.

An instinct inside told you to put on an act, that you should seem clumsy and forgetful to woo her over into your graces, and that you did.

“I-I'm so sorry. I’m not gonna lie I was blanking out there,” you told her timidly as you took a step back from her, granting her her previous space.

Her lips quirked up into a smirk a little at your last sentence, “It’s fine. It's not like I’ve never been knocked down before.”

You thought over what she said, your head tilting a little at the information she gave about herself to you.

A faux smile automatically came to your face, “Well I just hate to be the one doing it. There's enough negativity in this world.” You told her softly which received a low hum from the woman in front of you.

“Yeah, the world can be so fucked up sometimes. It's always the good-hearted people falling victim to the cruel acts of people.” She emphasized people as she put her fingers in the air motioning quotation symbols.

You nodded your head slowly at her, not caring for her words but taking in the beauty of the way her lips moved as she spoke so eloquently and how her lips tilted into a crooked smile ever so slightly.

When she didn't hear you respond for a few seconds she went on to ask you, “Have you heard about the murder?”

Your eyes quickly snapped to hers, you found her eyebrows furrowed faintly as if she was waiting to hear about your opinion on the matter, you didn't know why but you felt as if she was eager to hear it.

“Have I? Is that like a trick question?” You joked giving off a fake but warm smile to ease the tension in the air.

She gave out a soft chuckle as she looked down at her feet and then back up at you, “I guess that was a pretty dumb question, wasn't it? It's everywhere around town, people are so afraid. But she didn't get killed outside, she got killed in her home so why would they think it's safer inside?”

You give out a vague laugh, “You're right, fear can get the best of anyone. So why aren't you in your home boarding up your window and doors?” You ask her with a raised eyebrow, now eager for her answer.

“Well, when one usually runs out of liquor and food the only option is to go to the store and get it.” She told you with a smirk appearing across her features as she bent down to the floor and grabbed her basket.

You stifled a laugh and shook your head agreeing with her. She’s perfect.

When she slowly started swinging her basket back and forth knocking her knees with it slightly her eyes traveled to your cart her hand came up to her mouth quickly.

You noticed the sudden change in her emotions and you looked at her with confusion, “What? What is it?”

She pointed to your cart and withheld a laugh, you quickly looked down towards the direction she was pointing at and your eyes grew wide instantly.

“Oh shit-.”

“It's fine, sex is a normal part of human life. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” She said lightly.

“No, I didn't mean to put it in there. I was just mindlessly wandering around the store picking up random things.” You said quickly trying to de-escalate the situation by snatching the XL magnum condoms from the top of your basket and chucking it towards the back of the snack shelf.

You scratched the back of your neck hastily as you avoided her entrancing gaze.

“I'm gay, like really gay. So gay that I came out of the womb with it written on my head.” You add on making her eyes squint up from the held in laughter.

“I could tell, I was just playing with you,” She replied, but you wondered how she figured out that you were gay. It didn't help when you took a quick glance at your outfit and saw your pride flag wallet sticking out of your front pocket.

“If it makes you feel any better, my fiance and I have sex all the time. It’s like he can't get enough of me.” She said finally breaking the pent-up laughter and squeezing her eyes shut from the force of it. Her red locks sway in front of her face obstructing your view from seeing her fully. You wanted so badly to place them behind her ears but you couldn't, not yet anyway.

But you were anything but giddy or mesmerized at this moment, the only thing you could focus on was the fact that she had just expressed to you that she was engaged, she had a fiance. You didn't know it yet but there was a small rage brewing inside of you that has yet to burst out.

As you were staring at her while she was still shaking off the laugh her phone suddenly rang, she stopped her actions quickly as she dug into her purse that sat ideally on her shoulder. Her eyes lit up with what you could tell was adoration as she click on the screen a few times until the call stopped. She had obviously just texted someone and you couldn't help but feel jealous as you so badly wanted to ask her what was getting her so happy, your face faltering for a second.

She looked back up at you as she bit her lips, “Speaking of the devil, he is asking where I am. You can never be too on edge lately. Hopefully, I'll see you around.” She quipped as she began backing up slowly then fully turning over.

This gave you the time to fully take in her backside which had you practically drolling on the spot. You wanted her so bad, she has to look at you the way she looked at her phone moments ago. Even if it was just a fraction of that look you would feel satisfied, but you didn't just want a fraction, you needed the whole thing and you would do anything to get it.

Just as quickly as she disappeared she reappeared in front of your view with her phone shoved directly into your chest.

“How dumb of me, I never told you my name. It's Natasha, and I would love to get your number. You don't find very many people who are charming.”

You were awestruck at the fact she found you somewhat pleasant, your heart beating ten times harder as your confidence started spiraling out of control.

You took her phone from her hands, your fingers quickly grazing over her skin. What felt like a quick second felt like a minute, the feeling of her soft skin coming in contact with yours almost made you groan out just from that.

Her smell started to waft out in your direction more as you reluctantly looked down at her phone to type in your number along with your name and a grocery store emoji, just in case she forgot and needed a little reminder.

While you were clicking out of the page to close the edit screen of your contact a new message popped up from a guy named Bruce, what type of name is that? He had just sent numerous heart emojis with an infinity symbol at the end, you almost gagged in your spot where you stood steadily.

You handed her back the phone and flashed a swift smile in her direction, “My name is Y/n.”

“Well it was very nice to meet you Y/n, I have to go now but I'll text you,” Natasha said as she started walking away towards the self-checkout once again. She turned around and looked at you over her shoulder, sending you one last alluring smile.

You could tell that she was a little too trusting, but you weren’t complaining. She displayed such a happy persona, but no one is ever truly happy deep down inside. “I just need to know who you really are,” you whispered under your breath.

That was all it took for you to trail closely behind her, abandoning your cart and leaving it as the employee's problem because you no longer cared. Making sure you were far enough where she wouldn’t happen to look over and spot you following her.

You stood posted in one of the distant aisles, glancing over the shelf every now and then to find her merrily checking out each item while she singlehandedly typed on her phone. Small flashes of smiles came onto her face every now and then from the text she was probably receiving from him.

Your fist clenched unconsciously, you were beyond enraged and wanted nothing else to get rid of him from the equation. The only way to get her in your grasp was to take her out of his.

You stalked behind her slowly, following her for ten minutes until she stopped in front of a grand oak door attached to a small old fashioned townhouse. You raised your eyebrows slowly when she knocked on the door.

A few moments a man opened the door, your face instantly growing into a grimace, this is him? He had light gray beard stubble, patchy skin, and dark brown hair with grey streaks. He looked like he had a few more years on her, more like decades.

You scoffed to yourself when he took the bag from her hands and set it down somewhere inside the house then came back to engulf her in a long hug. His hands dipping too low below her waist, the fabric pulled against her body and slightly raised giving you a better view of her back-toned legs.

Her face was buried deep in his neck as he rocked her back and forth. You could clearly tell that she was in love with him, or at least you thought. You couldn’t handle watching the intimacy of the two as you put your hoodie back on and turned around. A few seconds later blistering rain came, drops dribbling down your glum face with a sulk cast upon you. You pulled your hoodie down further and wrapped your arms around your torso as you started the journey back to your apartment.

He wasn't good enough for her, you could make her feel like she was in nirvana every second she was with you. You could make her feel things he sure as hell never could make her feel.

She was destined to be yours, and you hers. There was nothing that was going to get in the way of her being wrapped in your arms like she was in his. A twisted smirk came about your face as the rain beat down harder on you.

It has been a week since you officially met her, you two have been texting back and forth almost every day. It made a smile appear on your face every time you thought about her mind being occupied with you almost daily, taking her attention away from him slowly. She asked you multiple times if you could hang out but you made up some dumb excuses about how you were busy with work or with your family. You couldn't bear the thought of going to her house and seeing pictures of her with him, and watching their affection towards each other knowing that was the thing you yearned for the most with her.

The murder of Cecilia was starting to die down, more people were starting to go about their daily lives again as if nothing happened. And this made you slightly pissed off because you could no longer stand outside her house watching her through the windows as she would occasionally pass by because people were out strolling, walking their dogs, or talking to their neighbors in their front yard.

She loved to keep her blinds open during the day and night, you figured out it was a problem because Bruce would tell her something you couldn't quite decipher then point towards the blinds scolding her as he closed them in annoyance. You bit your lip watching the interaction every time, he was most likely reminding her to not leave the blinds open but he didn't have to get annoyed with her like that. He should be grateful he is even in her vicinity, but you weren’t worried about that because soon everything would roll in your favor.

Although you never accepted to meet her at her home, you accepted to meet her at a restaurant if she asked or a cafe if she had time in the morning. And today she did have the time.

She texted you to meet up with her right as you were snooping outside her house, in your regular spot, behind a tall evergreen shrub across the street from her home.

Pulling out your phone to respond to her you crouched down so you wouldn't be spotted since your attention was on your phone and not your surroundings. But before you could even type out a response on your phone you heard a door slam from across the street.

Raising your head slightly above the bush you saw Natasha walking down the steps of her home in haste as she wiped her eyes quickly, you stared in slight shock and awe, confusion dripping from your features as you wanted to know what happened to her to have this reaction. A few moments later as she was halfway down the street and Bruce came rushing out the door opening it. He was in his robe making you roll your eyes internally, you didn't have enough time to take your eyes off the situation happening in front of you to actually roll them.

“Babe! Wait! I'm sorry.” He shouted as he stopped by the base of the stairs in his slippers, the breeze pushing his black robe around to reveal his hairy body and loose boxers.

Your face turned to disgust at the sight but your attention quickly came back as Natasha shouted.

“I don't have time for this Bruce, I'm going to work. Don't call or text me for the rest of the day.” She yelled back at him without turning around. A smile of pure joy came on your face as she stomped the rest of the way down the block.

You looked down at your phone knowing what exactly to say now.

-Sure I can come for a quick chat and coffee, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You sent.

-See you soon then x. She replied back.

You tucked your phone into your back pocket, your hand gliding over your military pocket knife your dad bought you as a Christmas gift so you could stay protected in case someone tried to attack you.

Vicous thoughts ran rampant inside your head as you pondered the idea of dealing with Bruce once and for all. Your time gap was closing as his hands fell to his sides from his failure of reigning Natasha back in. He slowly turned around, walking up the steps at an agonizingly slow pace, his head hung in disappointment.

You looked at the street hoping for it to be empty and void of humans. To your luck the street was isolated and this was your last sign to proceed with your plan.

You gripped the knife between your fingers, making sure it remained in your grasp. You ran like hell jumping from out of the bush and dashing across the street trying your best to remain silent, this being your only opportunity while he moped up the stairs leisurely.

You advanced on him quickly, skipping the steps two at a time now that he approached his still-open door. Your feet slamming against the pavement caught his attention as he turned around with raised eyebrows only to see your evil face coming at him, his eyes widening automatically as he rushed to go into his house and close the door. He wasn't thinking enough to try and yell out to catch anyone's attention.

He was too late as you shoved him through the door harshly and kicked the door close shut with your foot as your eyes remained trained on him. He whimpered from the impact and turned over with a fear-stricken face.

“What the hell do you want from me? Money?” He shouted as he scurried to get up from the floor, but before he could stand you kicked his knees causing him to flop against the hardwood floor.

“No, money doesn't compare to what I want. It doesn't even come close.” You sneered as you towered over him, your deep routed anger for the man now coming out now that you had him in a vulnerable position.

“Then what is it that you want!” He finally squealed as he realized the situation he was in, his brain connecting him to the murder that recently happened. What people called a robbery gone wrong was just simply a plain murder induced by a wicked woman.

He started to yell out, you stopped him instantly by backhand slapping him. His head whipped to the side as tears rolled down his face. You jumped onto him deciding to get this over with quickly so you could meet up with Natasha on time.

“I want..” You trailed on as his watery eyes snapped to you as your hands came down to his neck. You were straddled on top of him, your legs locking him in to ensure he wouldn’t move. Your grasp tightened on his neck the more you thought about him and Natasha being together.

“Her.” You spit out.

The next second came in a blur as you snatched your knife from beside you on the polished floor. You felt the handle, rolling it in your palm as you snapped it open, a wail coming from the man below you when he caught sight of the shimmering knife. Your eyes automatically snap towards his, a sinister smirk on your face.

You brought down the knife quickly, slitting his throat in one strong swipe. Hearing the knife rip open his skin did something inside of you. You jumped up off of him as his beefy hands came quickly over to his neck clasping at it to stop the blood flow. But it was already too late as a puddle of dark blood formed around his neck rather quickly. His movements slowly dying down as was he.

You scoffed as you bent down to wipe the blood from your knife off his black robe. You got up slowly, assessing the scene. The jagged horizontal cut oozing with dark blood, as pink flesh made an appearance. Your mind still does not have an effect a normal person should from this situation.

“You should have fought harder, it would have been more fun.” You told his limp body quietly as his blank eyes stared back up at you. You rolled your eyes as you let out a quick breath, stepping over his body and towards the house's back door to exit.

When you made it outside in the backyard you looked over at the house checking for cameras, it was pointless for you to check now since you have already committed the crime but to your luck there was none. Wallowing in your success you looked down at your plain outfit, dark washed jeans, white socks, and vintage plaid shirt jacket. Making sure there were no splats of blood.

After checking for any remains of blood and coming to the conclusion that there were none you pulled out your phone that was deep in your pocket, seeing that you received a notification from Natasha asking if you were still coming.

You replied with a quick yes and that you took a late train. Taking off towards the direction of the cafe’s location she sent you earlier. One of your biggest problems was now eliminated, he was no longer in your way and you could now have her in your grasp.

You felt jolly as you dashed through the not-so-crowded streets, feeling eyes on you but you didn't care as long as you made it back to Natasha all the lingering stares didn't deter your mindset.

Finally making it to the cafe you pushed through the front glass doors, bustling voices of customers mixed with employees overpowered the soft music that was playing from the speakers above.

Your head turned in all directions as you stood posted in front of the door, looking for her. It didn't take long for you to find her in the crowd of boring people. Her hair made her stick out instantly, a few seconds later her eyes connected with yours and she gave you one of the biggest smiles you have yet to see from her.

You walked towards her with your hands by your side, your fingers fidgeting with each other. You didn't know why you were so nervous maybe it had to do with the fact that she was so unbelievably happy to see you.

When you arrived at her table tucked in the back corner of the cafe next to a window displaying the small candy shop across the street. She rose up to wrap you in a hug, not denying her request you opened your arms and she attached to you instantly.

She felt just right against you, both of you connecting together perfectly like two lost puzzle pieces. Her smell envelops you completely as her arms wrap around your neck. Her beige sweater rubbed against your shirt, you already knew her scent would cling to you and you didn't mind it one bit.

Your arms wrapped tight around her waist, her head underneath your chin. The smell of her vanilla shampoo sends you into orbit.

The next moment she pulled away from you and sat back down in her original spot. You follow her lead and sit across from her, wishing the chairs were arranged next to each other so you could be closer.

She sends you a coy smile as she places both her hands on the table. You give her the same smile back as you move to take off your jacket and place it on the back of your chair.

“Sorry, I’m late.” You tell her softly keeping the strong eye contact you both held.

She rolls her eyes playfully at you, “I've heard that term enough for today.”

“Partner trouble?” You asked her already knowing the answer because you witnessed the incident but you wanted to make a simple conversation.

“Something like that.” She responded batting her eyes as she stared intently at you as she put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her fisted hands.

“You're special, you're passionate, and you're smart. There's nothing you can’t overcome.” You praised her, sending her a charming smile as you gave her a swift wink.

After sitting down eating a few pastries while sipping on an espresso at the cafe with Natasha who told you you could call her Nat. You parted ways because she had to get off to work and you told her to call you if she needed anything and wished her a great rest of her day.

You remained home for the rest of the day, sitting on your big dark velvet armchair you got from your grandma years ago when she was emptying out her attic. Reading always seemed to calm you down and bring you to another world full of fantasy and fiction, bringing you to a place of calmness in your mind that was often hard to find throughout your day.

Not realizing that you spent all day reading and not getting up once. Your phone vibrates rapidly in your pocket, you let out a quick sigh as you pick it up and swipe up to look at your notifications.

You see that Nat had sent you ten text messages and called you five times. Quickly unlocking your phone you read each and every one of them.

-Y/n can you come over??

-I know this is unexpected but I really need someone right now

-I can't believe this is happening

-Bruce is dead.

-Please Y/n

*sends location*

-I need you

-Please see this

-Come over, please...

-Everything hurts so much

You had briefly forgotten about what you did but that didn't matter because in a matter of seconds you were putting on your shoes and out the door, slamming it shut as the slam vibrated down the hallway most likely waking some people up. You didn't care though because you had to be there for her even if you caused it, you would help her get over him, and in that time and after she would be yours.

That was the fastest you have ever run in your whole entire life, your 7th-grade gym teacher would be shocked and ask you why you never tried this hard in his gym class.

Your feet stung from how hard they pounded against the pavement, the chilly breeze stinging your ears as you sprinted down what seemed like endless blocks of houses until you finally arrived at her block.

There were flashing lights of blue, red, and white. With blaring sirens from multiple police cars limned up the street, the scene looked like something out of a horror movie ending. Then you saw her, wrapped up in a blanket sobbing as she was standing up, no one there to comfort her after the loss of her fiance. But you were gonna be there if that's the last promise you made yourself.

You ran up behind her and wrapped her in a hug, she shriek out loud from your sudden presence behind her, still on edge from the murder. But she relaxed instantly when she turned over to see your worried face breaking through the moonlight.

“Y/n- he- he die-.” She stuttered out as tears rolled down her face like a leaky faucet.

You gently pushed her head into your chest so she was no longer staring into your eyes with such pain, you couldn't handle her looking at you knowing you caused that for her.

“Shh, shh I know..” You told her softly refraining from using ‘sorry’ in your sentence.

Her muffled sob racked through your body as you both swayed to the harsh breeze that swept through the night air. This may have been the only time you felt remorse, for making her hurt in a way that she has probably never felt before.

But then again this is what you exactly imagined, Natasha, crawling to your arms in the hope of comfort. A sick sadistic smile overcame your face as you looked at the scene of Bruce’s pale body being wrapped up in a black body bag.

Now that you had her, you were never going to let her go.

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