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Between the Lines || Part XVI

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: 18+ content. Explicit Smut

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"You're dripping."

You look up and see Liam staring at the drop of blood dripping down David's chin. He reaches his thumb out, wiping the blood as David's instincts get the better of him, and he takes Liam's thumb into his mouth.

They stare at each other, and you aren't sure if it is because you're crazed with the need to feed, but you watch as Liam's eyes darken.

You felt a careful hand land on your shoulder, and you turned back to see Natasha standing beside you and Wanda standing beside her.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asks quietly.

Your mouth was desperately latched onto the blood bag as you sucked in copious amounts, and you couldn't even break from it as you nodded in answer. It was your third bag, and only then did you start to feel stable again. Your wounds completely heal, and your broken bones mend as you finish the last drop of blood.

Throwing the bag away, you sighed as you rubbed your face tiredly. You looked over at Wanda and Nat with their scraped knees and frowned.

"Are you two okay?"

They look at each other, and Wanda is oddly shy as she turns away first while Natasha looks mildly amused.

"Feeling like a bruised banana, but I think we'll live," Natasha answers for the two of them.

Suddenly, the door to the infirmary bursts open, and Steve is running through them.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks worriedly as he quickly approaches and kneels in front of you, so you're eye to eye. He checks you over, and when nothing looks amiss, he sighs with relief.

"Wow, this was not the reaction I got when I was shot in the shoulder being on the run with you," Natasha deadpans, but the two of you can tell she's kidding.

"You get shot at all the time, Romanoff," Steve cocks his brow at her. "When you catch two people from a 700ft story building with your own body, then I'll worry about you."

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There was somewhat of urgency when arriving back at the Compound. The Avengers are so used to debriefing immediately, but you and David find there's no rush.

"It's unlikely we are leaving again. Why not meet back after everyone has showered and slept a little," you suggest tiredly. Vampires do not need sleep, but you don't feel like there are enough blood bags in the world to help with the exhaustion you're feeling. Sleeping was a slow form of recovery, but you welcomed it.

After a hot shower, you walk lazily to Wanda's room and find she has just finished showering too, brushing out her wet hair.

"C'mere," you mumble, grabbing her hand and dragging her back towards Natasha's room.

"I don't have a room here," you tell Wanda. "Mostly because I have my own house which is too far to go to tonight and Natasha's bed is the biggest."

Natasha is still showering when you both enter. You decide now is a good time to help Wanda blow dry her hair before bed. Wanda is noticeably tired and fights to keep her eyes awake as you run your fingers through her hair.

Once that's complete, you slide into bed, moaning when your face hits the pillow. Wanda slips in next to you on your right, cuddling up against you as she fastly falls asleep with her arms around you and her face pressed into your back.

You keep your eyes closed, but your mind can't seem to fall asleep quite yet. When you feel the bed dip, you open your arms for Natasha to slip between. She smells fresh and crisp. It feels like home to you, and your eyes flutter open as you see the top of her head pressed into your chest.

Kissing the crown of her head, you adjust for her to look up at you.

"She's sound asleep," Natasha mutters. Her arms are around you, stretching to stroke Wanda's arms.

"She's been through a lot, I imagine she's physically and mentally exhausted," you mutter back.

"I thought my heart stopped when I saw her leap over that edge," Natasha swallows. "I would have tried to save her regardless, but my feelings never hit me so clearly until that moment."

You sigh, stroking Natasha's back. "The important thing is that you're both safe and Wanda isn't under Tatyana's influence anymore."

Natasha hums. "It's almost strange, thinking about our feelings for each other. I can't help but wonder what we'd be like if Tatyana wasn't influencing Wanda. Would we have explored our feelings for each other further?"

"No use in thinking about it now," you pat her back softly. "What's important is that you both know how you feel about each other now. We're just one big mess and all we can do is take one step at a time. Wanda's delicate, and she clearly loves people very fiercely. As your girlfriend, I'm telling you to not hurt our other girlfriend."

"Ha-ha," Natasha dryly deadpans. "She's not my girlfriend."

You chuckle. "You're just going to kiss her and not even make her your girlfriend? Ice cold, Romanoff. Better put your big girl panties on and ask her before she starts to get the wrong idea about what kind of polygamous people we are."

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The day starts late for you. When you wake up, you find that Wanda is still soundly sleeping with you. You woke earlier when Natasha tried to leave the bed, and you initially attempted to get her to stay longer, trapping her in your arms. You earned yourself a huff and 45 minutes more with her before she pinched your side to get you to let her leave.

Still, she had kissed you sweetly on the lips and told you to rest some more before getting ready for her day. You turned around after and cuddled up against Wanda, kissing her exposed shoulder, and felt pleased by her snoring hum.

"Wake up," you say too quietly to be taken seriously. You pepper kisses against Wanda's shoulder, and she scoots her backside into you.

Wanda's breathing changes, and you know she's awake. A morning lust builds slowly in you, driving you to stroke Wanda's side. You're careful to not touch her bare skin with your hands, but Wanda turns to you sharply, eyes awake.

"Touch me," Wanda purses her lips. She doesn't want to be pouty about it, but there's only so much she can take.

"You are so demanding," you brush your lips against hers before giving it a quick peck. "Do you even know what you're asking of me?"

Wanda quirks her brow at you. "Do you know what my power is?"

You grin. "Are you admitting you snoop into my mind?"

There was a beat of silence.

"I can't help it sometimes," Wanda replies instead. "I just want you to know me too."

You let out a huff of laughter. "You couldn't wait just a little longer like Natasha had?"

"You did say I'm demanding," Wanda brings back up, and you roll her eyes.

You roll over top of her, careful of her hands, still not touching her skin with your hands. Wanda looks absolutely petulant, and you smile at it. You sigh, thinking about how you can rarely deny your girls anything. But you feel so happy about it.

Natasha's patient and gentle love has taught you that you could love Wanda less cautiously.

You lift your hand to delicately brush away a strand of hair from Wanda's face, your finger grazing her temple. It's so simple, but you start to see the flashes in your mind. You see her whole life and the pain, the misery, the happiness, the laughter, the pain, the desperation…all of it.

You slide your hand to cup her jaw firmly, kissing Wanda heatedly. "So soft," you whisper against her lips. You feel that morning lust that was a gentle hum now becoming a throbbing roar.

Just as you're about to resume kissing her and move for more, a voice loudly interrupts.

"Tony is requesting everyone to meet in the board room immediately," FRIDAY's polite tone comes through, and you sigh heavily while Wanda huffs with disappointment.

"Let's get up," you suggest reluctantly. "I am mostly deathless but maybe there will be a new way for me to die if Tony accidentally walks in on us if we don't hurry."

Wanda merely makes a face.

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"So, let's debrief quickly now, shall we?" Tony gives you a long look of exasperation, but you can't be bothered since you feel well-rested, languidly sipping on a blood bag.

"I got some of the logistics, but it'd be good to hear what happened from the beginning," Steve requests as he sits beside Sam with his arms crossed.

Pietro sits next to Wanda, checking in with her, but he's smiling softly at how his little sister looks so content.

Natasha launches into a quick abridged version of everything that occurred when Steve, Sam, & Pietro were gone. But at the end of it, everyone is in deep thought.

"I think the thing we need to figure out first is what does Tatyana want," Steve finally speaks up as he looks at you. "On the one hand, she doesn't seem to want to kill you. If that were the case, she had many opportunities to do so. What's her endgame?"

"I think I have an idea," Wanda speaks up reluctantly. "When I was falling down the building, and Natasha jumped after me, I had her locked in my mind. At that moment, I knew I didn't have the capacity to save Natasha and I while also mentally keeping Tatyana's consciousness in me."

Everyone listened intently.

"When I chose to force and keep her out, she knew," Wanda surmises. "I think our subconsciousness overlapped for a moment and I was able to see in Tatyana's mind. I saw…an army of something." Wanda then looked at you. "I thought maybe vampires, but they didn't look like you or David, though. They looked hollow…I don't really know how to explain it. I saw her and another man with her. I think he was a vampire but the two of them were able to keep control of this savage army."

You felt your mind blanking as you heard Wanda's words. She really was—

"What did the vampire look like?" David asks.

"He had long black hair," Wanda gestured, her hands moving to demonstrate his features on herself. "Strong cheekbones and toned, but not muscular. He looked maybe in his 40s."

The description was familiar, but you could hardly recall if you bumped into any other vampires with that description, and David didn't seem to have recognized it either.

"I can't believe it," you mutter, drawing everyone's attention. David, Natasha, and Wanda knew the history of it all. "She's out to try it again."

"Try what again?" Tony asks.

You rub your face tiredly, wishing you could just return to bed.

"I had thought what we saw at Liam's was maybe a fluke. Tatyana believed that supernatural beings were treated unjustly, and she was right. But that resulted in her thinking we should fight to bring all supernatural kinds above humans. She wanted to suppress them as she believed that was the only way for her to live freely."

You swallowed. "Previously, she tried to create vampires through her magic instead of venom but the only thing that resulted in were mindless, feral beasts. They couldn't think, couldn't be reasoned with, it was like they couldn't think of anything outside of feeding. Tatyana was only able to control them through her magic," you explain, letting out a deep, miserable sigh.

"I think she and whoever she's working with are trying to do the same. They're tired of the prejudice from humans and having to hide from government bodies. They don't want to be regulated. So, they're creating some army for a war to come," you frown. "I don't exactly know what they've been capable of creating by collaborating. We don't even know how many they've created so far."

"Shit," Steve sighs under his breath, and Tony whips his head in Steve's direction.

"Great, your ex-lover has Steve cursing," Tony remarks with mirth, but it lacks its usual luster with the somber mood of the room. "So, what's the plan. Do we find her?"

Wanda shakes her head. "We can try but we've attempted before, and we only found her when she wanted to be found."

"So, what? We just sit here with our thumbs up our asses until she shows up with another army for us to fuck up our lives? We're still on probation for what happened in Sokovia," Tony rubs his temples to stifle the oncoming headache.

Wanda shakes her head again. "No, I mean just before she was forced out of my head, she left me a message. She's going to leave us a clue on how to find her. We just have to wait for this clue and it'll lead us right to her."

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Night falls quick, and you're left wondering what to do. Wanda had been tired earlier and retired to her room. You gave her a quick kiss before Wanda rigidly turned to Natasha. The older woman merely gives a warm smile before she leans in and pecks Wanda's lips chastely, then again at the corner of her lips.

Wanda had been stunned, but the sight of her looking relaxed and content warmed your heart. She waved an awkward goodnight to the two of you before leaving.

David and Tony were pulling all the data in as tips, and strange surges popped up all over. You knew it was Tatyana's doing. Many would be a waste of time, but they wouldn't be able to tell until they checked.

There was only going to be one true hint to where they could find her.

Steve and Natasha had run off together to start the search since they had been too antsy to stay in one place.

"You need rest," Natasha insists as she brushes your cheek delicately with the back of her fingers.

"I really don't," you quirk your brow at her, and your girlfriend sighs. Natasha grabs both of your hands in hers and shakes her head at you.

"Stay home," Natasha tells you, and you frown. "No, listen," Natasha squeezes your hands softly.

"This is all I can ever do for you," the words are said so forlornly that you open your mouth to deny it, but Natasha continues on. "Every time there's a fight, you're afraid that my body can't endure what these monsters can do. I can't go against Tatyana and win; I know that. Wanda's not even sure if she could win. So, that always leaves you to fight for us."

You remain silent. You want to tell Natasha that you'd give anything and do anything to make sure she and Wanda were safe. Protecting them was ingrained into you at this point, and you know they'd do the same for you. It was proven over and over again.

"This," Natasha looks around, and you follow her look, seeing her prepping to leave with all the information Tony and David gave her on hand. "This is what I can do for you. This is what I'm good at. So, please," Natasha breathes out her plea. "Please let me protect you in the way I can."

You surge forward and capture Natasha's lips, placing your hand over the back of her neck and pulling her closer. It's almost too desperate as your teeth gashes against her, and you suck on her bottom lip, maybe a little too hard.

"I love you," you breathe harshly out. You wish there were more words in the English language that could convey what you truly feel about Natasha.

Love wasn't enough.

How do you tell someone that they're the ribs in your body, protecting your heart? That they're the air you breathe, and how desperately you want to be so close that the end of you was just the beginning of them?

Love? Love was so inadequate for someone like Natasha Romanoff.

"I know," Natasha smiles as she chastely kisses you, and it's so sweet and soft, hardly the passionate one you just gave her. Yet, it warms your soul just the same. "More than a lifetime?"

"Until I run out."

Natasha rests her forehead against yours for a second more, unable to resist kissing your cheek once more before she pulls away and lets go of your hands. She gives you a wink before walking off with Steve, who is giving you a shit-eating smirk.

"Keep her alive, Rogers!" You shout after them.

"Think she'll be keeping me alive, but will do!" Steve salutes you.

You shake your head at the two before walking around the Compound. Tony and David were incredibly busy, and you felt like you would only get in the way of them.

Liam was nowhere to be found, and you assumed he was out grabbing food or doing his own research.

You look at the time and see that it's nearing midnight. Your mind drifted to Wanda and how exhausted she was, and you decided to go check on her. You felt a little jittery because you're hoping she'll be open to some company.

There's a craving to be close to Wanda, more so now than ever since Wanda could figure out Tatyana was attempting to possess her mind and stop it.

Your vampire instinct was never wrong. It hadn't wanted you to leave Wanda, but you couldn't get closer to her with intimacy because it wouldn't have truly been the young brunette. The betrayal of it kept your instinct sharp.

But now?

Your body screamed to be closer. Your fingers constantly flexed with the need to feel Wanda—feel any part of her. You wanted to trace her soft skin and grab her suppleness.

As you approached her room, you could hear the faint noses of Wanda groaning.

"Wanda?" You call for her worriedly. You step quickly towards the door and knock, but only a pained whimper was your response.

You disregard everything, forcefully opening the door, and feel your heart stop at the sight.

Wanda was lying on her bed, face down but attempting to hold herself up. She was grasping at her chest furiously through her shirt, pulling at it with a ferocity that made you wince.

"Shit, Wanda," You snap yourself out of your stupor and race towards her, leaning over the bed as you touch her shoulder gently. "What's wrong?"

"Hurts," she whimpers. "It hurts so bad."

You check all over her, but there don't seem to be more cuts and gaping wounds. You turn her on her back as gently as possible, and suddenly it hits you.

When was the last time you fed on Wanda?

You don't have time to worry about Wanda's modesty as you grip the front of her shirt with your hands and rip it open. She's wearing a rather sheer bralette, and you can see her nipples, but you can't even focus on that when you see what's causing the pain.

The curse has spread wildly. It was nearing the edge of her chest, and the veins affected by the curse were so dark that they looked deathly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You hiss at Wanda, your heart thudding in your chest. Fear coursed through your veins, and you couldn't control the absolute panic you felt.

"The pain...came so suddenly..." Wanda breathes harshly, sucking in the air as if she couldn't get enough of it. "Couldn't...call you."

You climb over her, straddling her body beneath you as you place a palm beside her head. Your other hand grasps the back of her neck as you lift her gently, her head tilting back naturally as you bare her neck.

"It's gonna hurt a little," you tell her softly. You're trying to control the raging fear, but it's difficult when tears are dripping down the side of Wanda's eyes.

Wanda opens her mouth to say it's okay, but nothing comes out. You don't waste any more time and drop your face to her neck and pierce the skin before your mouth encloses it.

Blood rushes into your mouth as you exchange venom into her bloodstream. There's an initial hiss from Wanda as her fingers reach up to grab the edges of your jacket.

Something pulses through her, needy and desperate, as she pulls you down against her body. Inferno heat surges through both your bodies as the venom quickly works, receding the curse. The veins noticeably retract back, quietening and leaving only unbearable desire in Wanda.

She moans, hips arching into you, and you groan against her neck. You pull away, licking at the puncture wounds and shutting them until perfection returns.

Your inner lips have a palate of red as you stare down at Wanda. You're still holding her neck up, and Wanda's chest rises and falls, her nipples turning hard through her bralette. You thought her blood pumping into your mouth would calm you, but it only pulsates your desire stronger until you feel like you're in a frenzy.

Wanda's eyes lock with yours, her mouth opens slightly as she pants, and you can feel the puffs of her breath on your face.

Minty.

"How do you feel?" You ask, your voice husky, rasping with a desire that you can't even attempt to hide.

"...Horny," Wanda finally says when she decides she can't find a more elegant word for her feelings.

Normally, the bluntness of Wanda would make you chuckle, but the deep need between your legs and the way your body aches only appreciates it.

"I feel it this time..." you mumble. "Feels right. Feels like I won't be able to stop if I start."

"Me too," Wanda bites her bottom lip, and your pupils dilate at the sight.

You should blink away the longing. You really should get a grip. This wasn't what you came here to do. All you had wanted was to feel close to Wanda, maybe by holding her.

But now?

All you could think of was taking her. Taking everything she was offering. You wanted to coax orgasm after orgasm, blood and cum mixing in your mouth because you could.

Wanda was the one person you could bite and drink from. There was a level of closeness you could achieve with her.

All you could smell around you was Wanda. Every little thing about her infiltrated your senses, sweeping you under a wave with little hope of letting you go.

Maximoffs were deadly.

You lower her head, and your nose drags against the soft edges of her jaw.

"I'm so happy," you whisper. "I'm so happy you're okay, that you're here and alive, and you're free to feel your feelings."

And the way Wanda lights up makes you feel something so overwhelming that all you can do is capture her lips in a needy, urgent kiss.

You press your lips over and over.

"Perfect," you mutter in between kisses. "So perfect to me. Even when you drive me crazy, I can't help but love you."

Wanda tightens her hold on you, moving her hands to start taking off your jacket, pulling at the edge of your shirt to pull it up and over your head. She wants to say so much, but it's too difficult to make the words leave her mouth when she wants to kiss you.

The words stay lodged in her mind. Wanda pulls the gloves off your hand and throws them on the ground, pulling your hand to cup her face.

I love you.

I need you.

I deserve you.

You earned me.

We deserve it all.

It was a strange concept to earn something like love and people. But after all this grief, after doing things for the greater good so that other people would be safe at the cost of their own pain...they did earn it.

Natasha would tell them they didn't have to do anything to earn her, but they were both people who knew their suffering, their continued suffering...they deserved Natasha too.

But right now, they earned this.

Their discarded clothes fall off the bed and onto the ground, and you grab Wanda everywhere greedily.

The soft moans of Wanda stir you on, and the suppleness of her breast that shape in your hands feels heavenly.

"So soft," you mumble, kissing down her body, your teeth dragging down her skin to leave marks but never pierce. She tasted sweet and spicy, different from Natasha, who tasted like wine and elegance.

"Oh, fuck," Wanda curses, feeling your tongue flatten and drag up her slit slowly until you fasten your lips around her clit, coaxing her bud out. Her hips grind against your mouth.

Wanda's hands grip the bedsheet, rumpling them as she breathes deeply.

"So close," she pants. "Need more."

Your tongue licks and applies pressure against her, circling her clit. You move your two fingers to her wet entrance as you easily slide into her.

"God, yes," Wanda hisses at the stretch.

You curl your fingers slightly, pumping as you pass over that perfect spot in her, coaxing her to a shuddering orgasm.

Wanda's soundless. Her breath stops as she feels herself let go and rush over your fingers. When she comes back down, her heart thuds harshly in her chest, and she can feel it in her ears as she puffs.

You lap up her slick, moaning at her taste. Your fingers remain in her as you kiss your way back up. Your pupils are blown and hazy as they begin to glow red with lust.

The desire to see Wanda come undone overcomes you. You hover right before her face, your fingers slowly pumping as Wanda lets out a low groan, barely recovering from her climax.

Quickly, you have a rhythm going that has Wanda panting. You hover so close you can feel the puffs of her breath on your lips.

"You take it so good," you kiss her lips briefly. "I want to take you every way you'll let me. Like this, on your side, from behind..."

Wanda tries to turn her face away, eyes screwing shut as the coil in her stomach begins to get too tight. You grip her face back towards you.

"Don't look away, honey," you coo at her. "Take it just like that...keep me right here inside you."

"I'm going to come," Wanda whimpers. "Gonna come, gonna come. Fuck, bite me, bite me, bite me."

And just as Wanda comes with a loud groan, you do as she asks and bite her neck for the second time that night. You moan as the feeling of her blood pouring into your mouth with the taste of her come and everything smelling like sex makes you come.

It takes long minutes for both you and Wanda to come down from the high and for your breath to return back to normal.

The two of you feel boneless, but it doesn't stop Wanda from pushing you onto the bed on your side as she turns, kissing you softly and slowly.

The way she lazily drifts her hands down your side to your thigh before moving them between your legs has you moaning.

"You don't have to if you're tired," You whisper.

"I want to feel you come around my fingers," she mumbles against your lips. "I can't sleep until I do."

You wrap your arms around Wanda before your hand drifts down to hers, and you move your leg over her thigh to give her more access. Your hand rests against hers as you guide them just the way you like it.

Despite Natasha's kind offer to rest, you don't get as much as you probably should.

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Your rest is short when you wake up, hearing noises within the Compound and footsteps approaching your room. You can tell who it is by the steps alone.

"Hey," you turn to your side, speaking softly to the sleeping body pressed against you. You kissed Wanda's head. "Honey, wake up."

Wanda grumbled but did open her eyes. "What?" She whined.

Your chuckle was raspy. "People are coming, we need to get dressed."

"Is it Natasha?" Wanda asked, and you hummed.

"Can't she just join us in bed?" Wanda grumbled.

"Because Steve's right behind her," you smiled as you cupped her cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb.

Wanda sighs deeply and unhappily, and you give her a chaste kiss. Just then, the door opens first, and when Natasha comes in first and sees the two of you, she turns to whisper something to Steve and shuts the door behind her first.

"See?" Wanda turns her head to look at you. "Natasha can just tell Steve to go away and we can all go back to sleep."

Natasha purses her lip in a way that you can tell when she finds something adorable, but it isn't the moment to relish it. The redhead sits at the edge of the bed. At first, she hesitates to place her hand on Wanda, but the brunette puts her hand over Natasha's before lacing their fingers together.

Things have been progressing slowly between the two of them. Wanda was sorting out her guilt for how she treated Natasha, even though the redhead hadn't blamed her at all. Still, Wanda wanted to show Natasha her genuine feelings and not rush to overcompensate.

But when Natasha lifts their hands to kiss the back of Wanda's hand, things like this make Wanda want to do something completely stupid.

"I would also love to sleep but I'm afraid this can't wait," Natasha softly spoke. "We found the clue Tatyana left for us."

The soft serenity of the room leaves, and in comes the rigid dread. You and Wanda move to get dressed, looking presentable, and Natasha opens the door for Steve to come in.

Except, it's Steve, Tony, David, and Liam that pour in.

"Oh, nice!" David throws you a thumbs up that you roll your eyes at.

"What?" Tony cocks his brow.

"What do you mean what? They clearly—" David starts to say and then pauses. "Oh, I guess you can't smell it."

"Smell wha—ohh." Tony stares at the three of you but is only more confused since he knows Natasha has only returned momentarily ago. But then he looks over at you and Wanda, and you can nearly physically see the lightbulb go off in his head. But Natasha doesn't look angry, standing close to Wanda. So, all he can say is, "Congrats?"

"Let's just move on," you groan, rubbing your hand over your face. "What did you guys find?"

Natasha pulls out something from her pocket for everyone to see.

"This was found hanging from The Queen's Giant," Natasha tells you as she hands over the capsule no bigger than 2 inches. Its encasing is in something hard that won't give way even if you crush it with all your might.

You feel your heart close up. You knew immediately why she had chosen that tree, and clearly, so did Natasha.

"I think she chose that tree because..."

"It's the oldest tree in the area..." You finish. "It was meant to represent the Methuselah."

"There's some kind of magic imbued in it. It wouldn't let anyone touch it except me," Natasha says, changing the subject. She turns her head to look at Steve. "Not even Steve could grab it."

You can tell that Natasha was holding something back from you, and you look at her while she stares at you straight on, unflinching.

"What else?" You ask.

"What do you—"

"If Tatyana wanted only you to touch it, she would've left you a message saying so. I know her," you purse your lips together. "What did she say?"

Natasha sighs, obviously reluctant to tell you but knowing you won't let it drop.

"There was a carving in the bark. It said, 'For my lover's little human, who will only live one lifetime.'" Natasha mutters while Steve pinches the space between his brows.

You feel something hit the back of your throat. There's an emotion that you can't quite describe. You feel nauseated because you hate that Tatyana can be so cruel.

You once loved that about her because you could always see the sweet and wounded girl hiding behind the cruelty. You think you could even now, but you could no longer stand for it since that night.

You don't have the words to comfort Natasha, and you don't think Natasha would particularly want to hear it now.

"How are we supposed to open it?" Wanda asks, redirecting the conversation as she stands closer to Natasha, softly stroking the older woman's pinky with her own subtly.

"Venom," you say after a minute.

In the past, when you were separated from Tatyana for various reasons, she would leave you messages to find that only you could read by breaking down her cases with venom.

They all watch as you bring the capsule to your mouth, your fang hovering over it. They can see the venom secrete within seconds, and a drop drips onto the capsule. It begins to erode immediately, disintegrating until only a parchment paper tied neatly closed is left.

Steve watches the entire thing with curious eyes. "I'm surprised the venom didn't catch the paper too."

"It does if more than one drop hits the case," you mumble, thinking back to previous experiences.

Everyone waits with bated breath, knowing that whatever is in the paper is the key to finding Tatyana.

You pull the string holding the rolled note up and slowly unravel it. The familiar penmanship digs at your bones and aches your heart. There's even a faint smell of hydrangea, which Tatyana used to rub over her letters or notes like perfume.

You let out a shaky breath as you read the note.

[img id: Roses are red, violets are blue. My love, you will only be able to find me where everything ended, so we can start anew./end img id]

You feel your stomach drop, the blood draining from your face.

"Jesus Christ, she wants you—" Natasha starts, but Wanda interjects.

"She wants you to find her where you—" But even Wanda can't finish her sentence.

But you swallow, almost painfully, as you gripped the note harder, crumpling the edges.

"We have to go back. We need to go where she slaughtered that village that night and where I killed her. She's waiting for me there."

"It's obviously a trap," Wanda argues.

"It's the only thing we have," you shake your head at her.

"We should think about it more," Natasha gently suggests, with Steve agreeing with her, but you crumple the edges of the parchment further.

"And what? Wait until she gets tired of waiting for us to come? Do you guys not understand what Tatyana is like by now?" You try to not huff with disbelief. "If we don't take this clue now, she's not going to send another one."

"Well, it's not like she's just going to go away, right? Maybe we'll get more time to think." Tony rubs his brow.

"No, she won't," you bite back. "She'll come right to us and along the way, she'll kill every person she encounters and bring their heads on a stick as a reminder of what happens when you don't do things her way."

"If we do things her way, we lose," Steve rejects, but you scoff.

"I'm not trying to win or lose, Steve," you grit. "I'm trying to minimize how many innocent people Tatyana will fucking kill along the way. You might be willing to test her, but I'm not. Not when I'm the one who has seen her massacre an entire village—a village with children and newborn babies she didn't even know. If she's capable of that kind of genocide, you think she won't find people that you care about to bring their heads on a stick?"

It was a jab at Bucky, and everyone knew it. It was mean, but these people didn't understand how vindictive Tatyana could be. They didn't understand the kind of brutality she was capable of.

And they probably never would. Not like you.

"We're a team, so if you want to test her because you think your technology can protect everything that matters to you against a true witch and her ancient magic, then I'll wait in my room." You drop the crumpled parchment. "But you better be prepared to pay her price because she'll take it—with interest."

You walk past everyone, leaving the room despite the calls of your name.

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Natasha is exhausted.

Dragging her fingers through her hair, she tiredly makes her way back to her room. You hadn't wanted to talk to Natasha after discovering the clue.

You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, not even David. In the end, Natasha could only leave you to process what just happened alone.

She's about to enter her room when she looks down the hall and finds that Wanda's door is still wide open, even though everyone has long left her room.

Forgoing entering her own room, Natasha continues to walk until she's at the entrance of Wanda's. She can see Wanda standing out the window, leaning against the ledge as she stares. Without the lights turned on, the moon illuminates Wanda, and Natasha is taken in by the sight.

Wanda suddenly turns around, feeling someone behind her, and is surprised to see Natasha. The redhead makes her way in, slowly making her way to Wanda.

"Any luck?" Wanda asks, but Natasha shakes her head.

"I'm surprised you haven't run after her," Natasha cocks her brow, and Wanda stares for a couple of seconds longer, only really being able to discern if Natasha was joking from how her lips moved.

"She wouldn't listen to me even if I did," Wanda snorts, moving to pull her sleeves over her hands. "Not after what happened last time."

"I don't think she holds it against you," Natasha softly comforts, her body leaning more forward in Wanda's direction. "Anymore, at least."

Wanda merely shrugs. "Maybe not, but I don't think I can reason against her when it comes to Tatyana. When it comes to that woman, she becomes similar to Tony—paranoid and unreasonable."

"I know," Natasha merely sighs. "I think she just needs time to process on her own. I can be pretty bad about that," she closes her fist for a moment before opening it to stretch her fingers. "I see her hurting and immediately chase after her."

"She obviously ends up talking to you about it, and it seems to work for the better," Wanda comments as she thinks about the last couple of times you've spiraled and Natasha was there.

Natasha gives Wanda a self-deprecating smile. "Because I force her to at times, even unknowingly for her. Sometimes, I manipulate the conversation or that part I know of her that only wants to treat me right to make her open up."

Wanda doesn't say anything. She watches Natasha move away from the window and sit on the edge of her bed.

"I see she's hurting and think I can fix it," Natasha swallows as she leans onto her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "She's so worried that she's going to mess it up with me—that she's the one that's only going to hurt me and forgets that I can make mistakes too. I am also capable of making things worse."

Wanda is fascinated to see this side of Natasha. She has also thought of Natasha as someone perfect and without mistakes. Her attraction to Natasha has been intimidating. To like someone flawless and patient with your own misgivings was filled with admiration but also trepidation.

Seeing Natasha like this? It somehow turned Wanda's attraction to something more tangible.

"You make it better too," Wanda said softly as she carefully leaned onto the bed on her side, a few inches away from Natasha. "The most comforting thing is knowing you'll immediately chase after someone. To know that if they look behind, they would see you. I have experienced it."

Natasha feels anticipation rise in her chest. To think she could freely feel these emotions and know that Wanda welcomes them is something she wouldn't trade for anything.

"Even if it's a trap, she'll be okay," Wanda mumbles, her head leaning closer. "She has us—we have us, right?"

The anticipation grows overwhelming until Natasha places her hand on the back of Wanda's neck underneath her hair, pulling the girl closer until her lips meet in a languid, lingering kiss.

"You drive me crazy," Natasha whispers against Wanda's lips as they break apart for air.

Wanda smiles lightly, lips brushing against Natasha's. "Hopefully the good kind."

"In a way that I wouldn't want to be without," Natasha reassures.

The feelings are new, and they can agree it's not quite love yet. But there's a gnawing in their bones, the kind that tells them about the inevitability of coming to love each other unlike any other. It will be fierce, and it will be welcomed.

"I rarely got to see the outside when I was in Hydra," Wanda mumbles, eyes closing at how soft Natasha's lips feel. "When I slept outside for the first time in a long time, I saw the night sky, and all the stars I used to see was gone. But the moon was there. I could always find the moon if I looked. That was the only thing ever constant."

The inevitability gets closer and closer, Natasha feels.

"But I think you're more constant than the moon," Wanda mutters.

And Natasha pulls Wanda in for another kiss until they can't breathe.

And then another after that.

And another until the only constant thing is how their tongue slides against each other.

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"You are seriously the most melodramatic person I know."

You turn your head back and roll your eyes, though there's no malice behind them.

"Okay, mister 'Oh, I'm a man out of time, and I thought everyone I loved was dead, except my best friend is actually alive and playing tag with me, and my past lover is very, very old. As old as I should be...because I'm a man out of—'"

"Jesus, alright," Steve chuckles. "Ruthless, you are."

You chuckle back, tilting your head down. The breeze feels light as it caresses your face and creates gentle wisps of your hair. You don't say anything else as Steve sits beside you, his legs dangling over the edge like yours.

"I just came up here to say I'm sorry," Steve gently nudges your shoulder. "I mean, you're being the hard-headed one but I'm sorry."

You actually let out a laugh as you lean your head against his broad shoulder. "That's the worst apology I've ever heard. Why even apologize?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugs lightly to not jostle your head. "Bucky said I always gotta apologize to a dame even if I don't think she's right."

"Good advice," you snort but then sigh. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't haven't said that." You were referring to your jab of Tatyana getting Bucky.

Steve lifted his arm to wrap it around you, rubbing your arm comfortingly. "It's okay," he forgives easily. "I know you didn't mean it and I guess it made me more wary of the situation. Still," Steve sighed. "This doesn't change that rushing is probably a trap."

You nod. "I know."

"Then why—"

"Think of the alternative, Steve," you cut him off, lifting your head to look at him seriously. "We walk into her trap, or she comes here dragging bodies of innocent people. Do you truly think you know her better than me? Do you think there's people who aren't capable of doing horrible things?"

Steve is silent, and you continue on. "I know it's a trap, Steve. I know that whatever is waiting for us there is probably going to end in some tragedy. But the odds of us beating her are always going to remain the same. Whether we go there with what we have or she comes here with what she has. We're not going to suddenly get an army to take her on. So, doesn't it make sense to save as many lives as we can whether we win or lose?"

It feels like forever passes as Steve stares at you before sighing.

"The sad part is Tony said you sounded boneheaded like me before we went to fight Ultron. I bet he's laughing right now," Steve grumbles, and you laugh, although a little self-deprecatingly.

"I wish I could tell you we'll lose together but I think we'd be just lucky to die at the same time," you mutter.

Steve just laughs, but you can tell he's wary about the situation at hand. "I feel like I need to do one for you too."

"One what?"

"Hm, let's see," Steve hums. "Oh! How about Miss 'Oh, I'm an eternal supernatural being. My past lover has come back to seek revenge because I had to kill her. I will be haunted forever...because I live forever as a supernat—"

"Oh my god, please shut up before I throw us both off this roof."

"It's fine, I think we'll both live. Enhanced beings and all."

"You're so annoying."

Steve just laughs, and you follow along after a beat.

Still, you can't help but feel the dread deep in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at your bones, that something very, very bad will occur.

CHAPTER 17

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #avengers reader insert #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel reader insert #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #natasha x wanda x reader #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader #mm: my fics

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buckymorelikefuckme · 18 days

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OOH OR!!! the other woman au with natasha, wanda, and reader except they end up in a polyamorous lesbian relationship with each other and we don't really care what happens to the husband (but he still gets his ass handed to him bc he deserves it)

#wow... my MIND #anyway . pls 🤲#avengers fic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanov x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x wanda x reader

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midastouch013 · 26 days

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WandaNat Masterlist

"Yes"

Pinocchio Situation

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drurrito · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

Legend: + fluff/lighter - angst/heavier

Marvel:

The Wedding Singer +

here for a good time, not a long time

Dive -

bad habits -/+

Sorry In Advance (If I Let You Down) -

Your Fault For Loving Me -

Here For A Good Time, Not A Long Time -

pray they don’t forget my name -

Natasha Romanoff

Cold -

Sink -/+

Just Dance +

Stare +

Just a Touch + Lost -/+ Blurb + Another blurb ++

The Way Things Change -/+

Enough -/+

Carry You Home -/-

And anoher blurb +/+

Crash +

Home +/- Uninvited -/+

Carry You Home -/-

Wanda Maximoff

Good Night -

Benched +

Hands + A Night In + Blurb + Law School AU Blurb +

Bleeding -

Wanda Maximoff + Natasha Romanoff

Medicine + High For This +

First Kill:

Calliope Burns

Challenge +

Juliette Fairmont

Thirst -/+

Hope -/+

Elinor Fairmont Games -/+

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unwantedbunny67 · 1 year

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Dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

I dunno how to use tmblr hahahhaha

Also not proofread (we die the way we want🤷)

Anyways .. enjoy 😬

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You keep your aim steady at your target. Eyes staring deep into his. You can see the confusion and fear as he begs for his life. His hands quivering around his bow as he use it to steady himself from falling. Blood dripping from his head.

Your own grip from your bow the exact contrast. Grip tight and steady eyes never leaving the target for even a second. Because you know even a second can lead to death. For the man in front of you is an extremely skilled marksman.

"Please stop. I'm just an actor. I've never hurt anyone" he pleaded.

You know that. Of course you know that. The man infront of you is a skilled marksman but only in the movie he was in. His character... is Hawkeye.

'I know' you thought to yourself.

"It doesn't matter" is what came out.

And it didn't, not when it came to shifting. And not a werewolf kind.

His eyes still held fear in them the moment those words came out of your mouth but it quickly switched to being alert as if another being had taken control. And in a sense it is exactly that.

You stared at him focused. And the moment you saw clarity in his eyes you've released the arrow, hitting him right in the forehead, before he even got the chance of lifting his own bow to take a shot. And you knew that if he had that chance, you woikd definitely not survive.

You took a deep breath, months of doing work like this will certainly take a toll on the body. And you're just a human. Stretching your back, you glanced at the fallen archer. Grief flooding your body but your mind quickly told you it had to be done or else.

Everything started months ago. An experiment gone right. So right scientists have deemed it perfect. But perfection in the human eyes are always rotten inside. And as always, it proved just that.

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Multiple scientists have successfully traveled to a different universe. A humongous achievement yes but humans always want to excel in everything. If they have something they will want more of it. So those scientists hired more to join their cause. And they grew large.

They successfully traveled to two different universes and were trying for a third when they noticed an anomaly. The first universe they've vusited had its population decreasing. And as months passed the 1st universes earth voided of humans.

The 2nd universe then also started decreasing causing a panic among the association of scientists. And by the time the 2nd universe's human population is 15%. The scientists found that the 1st universe had different being living in it. In our world? They are called supernaturals.

Witches, vampires, werewolves, faires, aliens and other thing that are not human. But there is also another category that fits that description. Heroes. And Villains.

Stronger than a human. Inhuman appearance. inhuman abilities. Heroes and Villains fit this no?

And the 1st universe had them. And the most powerful witch. The Scarlett witch.

Wanda in our universe is a character of a fictional story. Wanda however is a real live powerful witch in the 1st universe.

And as our scientists happily traveled to the 1st universe by "switching" which is gaining control with their counterparts minds. Wanda had sensed it. And as the months passed the more she had freely studied how to switch minds with not just her counterpart but also other people's. Eventually learning to get another to switch with their counterpart easily.

Technology has nothing against the Scarlett witch.

But unfortunately, 1st universe's wanda is not a hero. More like their Avengers aren't.

But what she is? Is bored. Of everything and of her universe. So with a few people she trusted and tolerate, wanda led her group to extinct humans as a farewell party. Switching to her counterpart in the 2nd universe's after having all her fun along with the Avengers, leaving their original bodies to rot at the 1st universe's earth along with billions of corpses for the earth to absorb.

The difference in the 2nd universe? Their technology is so far advanced but then again only the 1% really ever get to enjoy them. The problem? Well, one of them is far greater than any. People of the 2nd universe even call her a god. She's known in our universe however as the black widow.

She isn't a hired assassin in the 2nd universe though. She was a CEO of the leading technological companies that are always at the top. She was referred to as a god for wherever technology exist, so does she. She can see everything all at once. Hear as far as the other end of the world. Wherever technology is? She can do everything. She isn't however an avenger, for they do not exist in the 2nd universe. Instead, they were normal business people.

But, natasha is one of the Avengers. The Avengers that switched alongside wanda. And natasha gained the abilities 2nd universe's natasha has.

As for the others?

Tony1 is ironman, rich, arrogant, and loves making bombs so he can blast people he's pissed at.

Peter1 pranks people by sticking them to a ten foot pole and leaving them there until someone helps them, if not? Well "they can rot there" as per his words.

Steve1 and Bucky1 drug lords, anyone who says no to what they want? Well youve seen the biceps. Can you escape?

The other members does whatever wandanat and stucky tells them.

And well, add that to their counterparts in the 2nd universe that has unli money and tech? Well...

2nd universe was quite lucky wanda got bored instantly with them. She has magic she doesn't need tech. Natasha cannot agree more, she can control and do everything here. She wants a blank canvas. A new earth to control and test her powers. Stucky too, got bored as they have no more to do, the people of this earth already do what they want. No one even dares try to defy them. No one tried to usurp them, no fight just utter submission. So like nat, they want a new place to control, one where they will feel the thrill of controlling and breaking in a wild puppy again.

So with the four leaders in agreement, they looked for another universe. And they didn't have to look far. What would be more better than having the universe that made all of this possible they ask? None.

The only fortunate thing is, humans learn and they are quick. Some scientists have immediately created a device that can put off the switching for a bit. And it did help, big time. Because of the device wanda is only able to switch one person at the span of a year. So the government made a special force to eradicate those who are switched. One problem however is this catastrophic event is not made public. Only the scientists and members of the special force are aware. And you, are one of this agents.

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You sighed before tapping your earpice to turn it on.

"Assignment cleared, objective gone"

"Copy agent, clean up in 10"

You tapped your earpice again turning it off. You close your eyes as you try to not look back at the body behind you. You took deep breaths, smelling hints of iron in the air that churns your stomach. But then you hear a car in the distance, knowing its clean up you walk friskly. Body moving autonomous towards an outpost you are to stay in for the night. Your mind thinking of nothing and everything.

You understand, you also know. But that and actually doing something are different. After graduating highschool youve been scouted by a man in a suit asking you to take an exam and if you pass they will hire you. Having no money and knowing you have no where to go you accepted. You did pass and youve been recruited as a special force agent called "Shutoff".

You've been told and taught as to why it needs to be done, you understood. But not immediately. You had questions, so you asked. You found out that they can only prevent and stall. Stopping this is still a work in progress. Not a solution but there is nothing else.

You sighed again. Realizing you're in bed now. Laying down staring at the ceiling. You thought of them again. Your assignments. You've been told not to treat them as people so you can do your job. Many agents lost their lives because of that split second waver of emotions. When they saw their target as people and try to console them, the next thing they know a knife is wedged in their ribs. The targets switches in a split second, and their order is to eliminate the cause of disruption and anyone in the way. And the Shutoff is in the way. And they know that. You know that.

But it doesn't mean it hurt less. Two months ago, your target is an old man that works in the grocery store infront of your apartment. Your tears fell as you stared him down, sniper gun aimed at his forehead as he happily chatted away with another customer. You focused in his eyes and let the tears flow. The moment his eyes switched and became alert, you took the shot. You bathed crying in hot water and stayed there until it got iced cold, you moved the next day. People thought it was because you were close with the old man that was murdered. And it was, for that reason and the other.

Year before, is a mother who had a child that ended up in adoption. Her child saw the bullet going through her forehead. There was no other way, Wanda's new ability made it more difficult. You had to wait for the switch to fully take over. You don't know what happened to him after.

(Wanda learned to focus switching a person onto it's counterpart easily. But she found out that if the counterpart dies without the switch fully taking over she can put the switch to another person that is within the vicinity of the counterpart. The switch fully took over when the mother is taking her child out of the stroller. One sign to see if the switch fully took over is when their gaze change from their current activity. Like the old man who was happy suddenly became alert as the switch is alert because of the mission)

Now... An actor. Clint his name was. He- you stopped yourself.

"It's done. It's... Done."

You clenched your eyes and forced yourself to sleep.

The next morning you opened your eyes after a fitful sleep.

You made breakfast and went on your way back to the base to give your report.

But the moment you step outside you suddenly fell dizzy. Voices calling out to you was the last thing you heard.

You woke up, head still pounding as you took your surroundings and realized that you are nowhere near base. Nor even anywhere you know at all. Everything is different. Your mind reeled as you try to think of what happened, how did you get here and how do you get out.

"You can't" a voice suddenly speaks.

You whip your head towards the voice in surprise, eyes widening as you realize who it belongs to.

You gulp, and she smirks at you, eyes never leaving yours. As if taunting you, bragging about her gaze. You remember this face. You've watched it before from films. But that woman was an actress. And this one in front of you, she's not a character but the real existing one. Wanda.

"Sure is quite an effort for you to stay quiet kotenok" another voice pops out behind you. Sultry, commanding and confident thats all you can think as Natasha walks over to you.

With every step towards you, you step backwards trembling. Something about this two makes your knees weak. You felt another heat behind you so you instinctively turned ariund immediately and raised your fisted hands. But Natasha easily caught them with her own from behind you letting Wanda settle on your front, pressing herself onto you even more. Resulting in you being pressed back onto Natasha's.

You stood there confused as to why these two very dangerous women are pressing and snuggling you (albeit forced) comfortably. But before you can ask questions they spoke before you.

"We've waited so long kotenok"

"We found you at last detka"

"We won't let you go again"

"We'll have you this time"

As more sentences come out of their mouth, you head became dizzy again as you get overwhelmed by their smell, their perfume overwhelming your nose, the sound of their voice, their closeness to you. The way they rub their noses to any part of you body they can reach peppering your neck with kisses and licks. Their hands on your body. Natasha's holding your own to hers caressing your wrists fingers and palm, whike Wanda's are roaming and groping you all over.

You were starting to lose consciousness when you heard them say something that seemed to seal your fate.

"Our only.

Ours only"

Their voices harmonizing with each other as they say the phrase like a spell. A promise. A statement.

You lost the fight to think what it meant. Your body going limp between them as they continue to lavish you with their affection. It doesn't matter anyway. They already have what they want.

You didn't realize that it has only been a few months between the old man and hawkeye. Two to be exact. Too fast. No one realized that. Ir the fact that a movie about them came out and became a hit. Same names, titles and looks.

No one realized they've been there right from the start. Playing. Entertaining themselves.

But as per your words earlier, it doesn't matter.

For Wanda and Natasha already got what they want.

You.

#wandanat x reader #natasha x wanda x reader #wandanat x you #natasha x you #natasha x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #dark wandanat

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Road Trip VII

Road Trip Masterlist

"Fitz, please."

You look around furtively, before glancing at the young engineer in front of you. The lab is empty but someone could walk in at any moment.

"Forget it, no. No, I won't."

He shakes his head resolutely, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you as if you had sprouted four heads.

"You are crazy, how could you think I would be able to lie to Natasha?She is a spy!"

You take a couple of steps forward and stop his nervous walk by taking him by the shoulders.

"Fitz, they can't see those results...you know what they would do if they saw them."

You see his shoulders slump and his gaze change. You are one of his closest friends but humanity comes first. He already proved this theory of his when he took the inhibitor off Daisy.

When that happened, you hated him; it didn't matter if it was him or "The Doctor." It only mattered that he had hurt one of your girls and was unrepentant.

But now it's not about Daisy, now it's about you, and putting your life on the line to save the world is a danger you have to take. Your life is not worth all the people you could help with these new powers. You are a hero and it is time to prove it.

"All right, I'll adjust the results but whatever happens-"

You give him a smile, pulling him into a hug.

"You don't know anything about it, I know. Now let's do it before Jemma comes to ask for the results."

The genius gets to work, and you watch as he fiddles with the tablet. It takes ten minutes to edit the test results; in the end, the graph is exactly the same as it was three months ago, the same as before the accident.

"I owe you one, thank you."

He gets up from his chair and hugs you.

"Don't get yourself killed or you'll owe me a funeral as a favor."

You giggle, shaking your head.

"I'll try Fitz but I'm not promising anything."

You look at least a hundred times outside the lab before you leave it is critical that no one sees you. No one else can find out what was written on those analyses. No one.

As soon as you turn the corner, walking toward the control room, you bump into Natasha.

The Russian keeps you from falling, stopping you by the shoulders.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Natasha smiles at you, moving her hands to your sides.

"Hey Nat."

You smile back, trying not to let her know that something is wrong. Although she has clearly noticed that something is wrong, the former Russian spy says nothing, merely dragging you - literally - into your room.

As soon as you enter, you notice Jemma, Daisy, and Wanda lying on the bed, wrapped in four or five stacks of blankets as they stare intently at the sixty-inch flat screen hanging on the wall in front of them.

The three of them remain silent, ignoring you completely, too focused on Meryl Streep's entrance as the fearsome and charming Miranda Priestly.

"What a woman..." Daisy whispers, and Jemma elbows her, turning to look at her briefly-just enough time to cast her a dirty look-before going back to watching television.

"You think so too, there's no point in being a goody-two-shoes."

Daisy sticks her tongue out at her, receiving another nudge from the biochemist as Wanda turns to them, motioning them to be quiet.

"How nice to be considered..."

You smile amusedly, sharing a look of understanding with Natasha. Mimi to count to three with her lips, then, together with the Russian, you stand in front of the television with an innocent smile on your face.

"Hello" Natasha begins to say.

"We're back" you finish, biting your lip to keep from bursting out laughing as the three girls on the bed begin to ask you to move over to let them watch the movie.

"Oh come on, here comes the part where Miranda meets Andy for the first time..." Daisy complains and Wanda nods, completely agreeing with the inhuman.

As soon as Jemma looks at you, she stands up in a flash, almost running toward you. You back away a few steps, giving her a confused look as she extends her hands toward you, as if wanting something.

"So, the test results?"

Your blood freezes in your veins and you immediately clear your mind, giving her a big smile. One of the most genuinely fake ones you can muster as you shrug.

"Nothing different, everything is exactly as it was before the serum."

You notice your girls breathe a sigh of relief and relax their posture, all except Natasha. She saw the look on your face in the hallway and you don't give her a hard time about it; she knows how stubborn you can be with your health-a bit of a bad trait she herself has-and she will find out what caused you to be in that mood moments before.

Jemma drags you onto the bed, also dragging Natasha and making you lie down with the others. All five of you on the custom-built bed, courtesy of Tony. Definitely one of his best gifts, as well as practical.

After a few minutes of silence, spent watching one of the best parts of the film, Jemma turns to you. Her brow furrowed and her brain working relentlessly.

"I've got to check those analyses, there's no way there's not a change, even a slight change, in your DNA. Maybe Fitz made a mistake in reading the data or-"

You take her face in your hands, a small smile on your lips, as you quickly reason your way out of that situation without doing further damage and without causing them suspicion.

"Jem, Fitz is an engineer and has already worked on the DNA of many Inhumans...you have to take it easy honey, maybe it was just a temporary side effect."

The biochemist does not seem fully convinced but nods, leaving a kiss on your lips before turning her attention back to the television.

Natasha doesn't take her eyes off you, she knows you're hiding something from them; you've been acting extremely strange before and it's the usual behavior you have when you're lying. She's going to talk to the others about it, she's definitely going to hear from Fitz...that guy can't lie to her, he never could.

You keep watching the movie, your concentration is elsewhere. The weight in your stomach for lying to your girls is great, really great, but you couldn't do otherwise.

To survive...you have to focus on that, just that. Easy, right?

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You chase back a yawn, crinkling your eyes and walking down the stairs to your apartment.

No one should be home, or at least, that's what you thought.

A sweet scent of pancakes and eggs invades your nostrils as soon as you set foot in the kitchen; Daisy and Nat are sitting at the kitchen counter while Jemma and Wanda are at the stove, exchanging a few small kisses or sweet looks every few minutes.

"Hey, good morning."

You smile at the sight in front of you; Natasha gets up and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing you.

"Good morning malyshka, did you sleep well?"

You nod and as soon as you pull away, you go to say good morning to the other girls.

You're tired actually, you've been tossing and turning all night in bed trying to sleep but failing. It's a wonder Wanda didn't notice...Hiding the test results from your girls has put more anxiety on you than anything else, you didn't sleep at all last night.

"Here's breakfast...Diasy, get them with a fork, they're hot!"

Keeping secrets from your girls is not your forte, it's wearing you down.

Despite the fact that pancakes match a beautiful look, your appearance has absolutely no desire to ingest a whole lot of anything.

"I'm actually not very hungry...I think I'll go take a nice hot bath."

You stand up, giving your girls an apologetic smile before leaving the kitchen and heading for the bathroom.

Natasha watches you walk out the door and a worried frown flashes across her face as soon as you leave her view.

"She never refuses pancakes" Daisy sighs, torturing her lower lip as she exchanges a glance with the Russian.

"I'm worried she's been acting strange since yesterday...she hasn't slept, she's been tossing and turning in bed all night."

Wanda twirls the fork back in her hands, encircling it with her magic and twirling it in the air. Jemma tightens her lips, shaking her head and sighing slightly before sharing, with her girls, that little doubt that had been pounding in her head since the day before.

"I think...I think Fitz found something in the tests and they decided to hide the results for I don't know what reason after all, it wouldn't be the first time."

Daisy blushes, looking away from the biochemist and swallowing a piece of pancake.

"I think so too, she was strange when I met her outside the lab...one of us should go talk to her" Natasha runs a hand through her hair, moving a strand of hair behind her right ear.

"I'll do it, I know what she's going through..."

Daisy sets her fork and knife down on her plate before standing up.

"I'm going over, see you later."

The girls murmured a greeting just before the Inhuman left the room.

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You've always liked to bathe, ever since you were little; the problem? If you are very tired, you risk falling asleep. And you know, sleeping in a tub full of water is not very safe. So when Daisy walks into the bathroom, without even knocking, and sees you completely submerged in water, she panics.

"Shit, y/n!"

Daisy runs to the tub, dipping her arms into it and pulling you out by your armpits. When she sees that your chest is rising and falling regularly, she breathes a sigh of relief.

You cough, spitting out some of the water you must have swallowed despite the short amount of time you were underwater. Daisy strokes your back, vibrating your lungs with her powers to help you expel all the water inside them. After making sure you are okay, Daisy wastes no time before slapping the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

Daisy shakes her head; if I hadn't worried her, she would have burst out laughing by now. A few minutes of silence pass before Daisy decides to speak again.

"Why are you hiding the test results from us?"

Her words are unexpected, but although your heart begins to beat fast, you hide any reaction.

"What are you talking about Dee?"

"You know very well y/n; what do the test results say? You know we will never leave you, not even if your new powers could be dangerous...none of you did it with me and I even learned to control them and-"

"Dee, I really don't know what you are talking about, Fitz hasn't found anything because they are gone; I don't have them anymore."

You exit the bathroom, entering your room and slipping into the first sweatshirt you see.

"Gone? Do you really think that believing such a thing?"

Daisy quickly catches up with you, looking at you with a raised right eyebrow. You break free from her grip, returning to the kitchen, but Daisy follows you.

Jemma, Wanda and Natasha blink as they see you enter the room, followed by a somewhat irritated Inhuman.

"Y/n, you must accept these powers. They won't disappear if you ignore them, do you understand?"

You grab a glass from the top shelf of the kitchen, and when you set it down on the counter, you do so with so much force that the glass shatters in your hand.

"Fuck," you grimace, slowly opening your injured hand. Jemma snaps to her feet, quickly reaching for you but as soon as she reaches out to take your hand and check the damage, you shrug.

"I'm fine Jem, it's nothing "

"Maybe you need stitches, let me check please."

Despite your girlfriend's authoritative tone, you ignore her anyway, peeling off the shards of glass before clutching the first piece of paper, which you have at hand, in your palm.

Daisy approaches the kitchen counter; Wanda averts her gaze from you, shifting it to the inhuman and reading her mind, involuntarily. As soon as she does, her eyes widen but before she can even try to stop you, Daisy takes a piece of the broken glass in her hand.

You quickly shake your head, sensing the girl's intentions.

"Daisy, stop, don't fuck up. Okay?"

"Tell me the truth y/n, don't make me find out for myself."

Daisy brings the blade closer to her arm.

You know her, she's impulsive and damn stubborn; you know she'd be capable of it. And that keeps you from lying again, giving in to telling the truth so as not to hurt one of the most important people in your life.

"Fine! You're right, okay? I still have powers and I faked the tests, along with Fitz, so you wouldn't find out but I suck at telling lies and in fact it showed."

Wanda takes your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"Detka why didn't you tell us about this? You know we will always love you, no matter what condition or situation-"

"Wanda is right malyshka, you should have talked to us about it."

Natasha's, Wanda's, Jemma's and Daisy's gazes are all on you; you sigh, sitting up and beginning to fiddle with the bracelets on your wrist.

"I..have something to tell you."

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Anon Ask - Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Anon asked: Stripper!reader giving Natasha and Wanda a private dance which turns into Nat and Wanda using the reader. Mommy kink, spanking (pussy and face), anal, fisting, overstimulation please?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Wanda Maximoff; dub!con, mommy kink, face slapping, pussy spanking, pussy and anal fisting, overstimulation

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You turned on the music, the beat pulsing through the private room, the two women in front of you whispering together, eyes on you.

You started dancing, moving with the music, hips swaying sensually. Their whispers increased as you walked up to them, sitting on one’s lap.

You began grinding on her, trying desperately not to get wet, since you were wearing hardly anything. As you danced, the other woman got up and got behind you, not touching, just standing really close.

“Would you like to know our names?” the woman you were dancing on asked.

“Sure, but I can’t tell you mine,” you said.

“Of course not baby, we understand. I’m Nat, and this is Wanda,” Nat said, hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“No touching,” you breathed out, the phrase ingrained in you.

Natasha frowned and slapped you before cupping your cheek again. “You don’t tell Mommy no, baby,” Nat said, slapping you again. “Mommy will touch you however she wants, understand?”

You nodded and Wanda suddenly grabbed your hair behind you, tilting you back to look at her. “Mommy’s don’t like it when their babies say no, good girls say yes and do what their Mommy’s want.”

“Yes Mommy,” you gasped, and she let you go. Nat pressed you down onto the couch, spreading your legs wide, spanking your pussy.

“Mommy! Please! I will, I’ll be good, will say yes!” you cried, trying to reach down as she kept spanking your pussy, but Wanda grabbed your hands, holding them above your head.

Nat finally stopped when you were trembling and your pussy was bright red. She began fucking her fingers into your sore pussy, making you moan and writhe in Wanda’s hold.

“Mommy please, so much, gonna come,” you cried.

“Do it baby, come as much as you want, Mommy’s just not stopping until her fist is in this pussy,” Nat said, adding a fourth finger, fucking in to the palm, hard and fast.

You squirted around her hand, groaning as you came. “Good girl, that’s it baby. Nat hurry up, I need to get in that ass too,” Wanda said, making you moan as Nat tucked her thumb and slipped her hand into your cunt.

“There we go, did it baby, took Mommy’s fist, doing so good, now we gotta stretch your ass baby,” Nat said, fucking her fist in and out a few times before pulling out and helping Wanda flip you over. Nat stuck her fist back in your cunt as Wanda came down to join her.

“Fuck look at that, she really took your whole fist,” Wanda murmured, sliding her hands over your ass and swollen pussy lips, making you clench around Nat’s fist.

Wanda quickly pulled out some lube and squirted it onto your hole, swirling it around and sliding a finger in easily, pressing a second in right away, a slight burn registering, but overshadowed by the fact that you could feel them touching inside you.

Nat shifted her fist and you were coming, squirting suddenly, clenching around her and Wanda. “Oh there we go good girl! Let’s see how many we can pull out of you baby. That’s two so far,” Nat grinned, lightly fucking her fist in you as Wanda added a third and fourth fingers, swiveling her hand around, stretching you out.

Wanda tucked her thumb and slowly pressed her hand into your hole, easing back and forth until her wrist was sucked in and she could form a fist too.

You came with a shudder, moaning as their fists rocked against each other pressing against all sorts of spots. “That’s three baby,” Wanda grinned slapping your ass lightly making you clench around them.

As you relaxed, they began fucking their fists in and out of your holes, never leaving your empty. Then they suddenly switched it and both fists were going in you at once, and you groaned, feeling like your guts were being punched up to your throat.

“Mommy please, it’s too much, I can’t do it, no more,” you begged, strung out and stuffed full, their hands rotating inside you.

“Oh baby girl, you’ve still got a couple left in you,” Nat smirked, reaching down with her other hand and playing with your exposed clit, making you scream into the couch as you came again, squirting around her.

“See, just needed a little extra, didn’t you baby?” she teased, still rubbing your clit and fucking you with Wanda.

“Yes Mommy!” you gasped, overwhelmed with pleasure and spasming as you came again, dry this time.

“There it is, good girl, did so well baby girl,” Wanda murmured, pulling her hand out of your gaping asshole, Nat doing the same with your pussy.

“Oh, look at our good girl, nice and gaped by her Mommy’s,” Nat said, spanking you once last time on your pussy.

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fanficreadinglistandarchieve · 2 years

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so I’m back and I’ll post the next chapter of “new home” this week!

things are getting better and im very excited to go back to posting and writing, I have so many prompts and ideas in my drafts just waiting to be finished!

please send me an ask if you want, I accept prompts, random messages, pics of marvel woman that make you go crazy, everything!

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l0velysmut · 1 month

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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wandasfifthwife · 13 days

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finding you ₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || discussions of sexual acts/kinks but nothing (yet), reader deals with stress/anxiety, dom/sub dynamic/relationship, dom natasha/wanda w/ sub reader, reader’s personality is described to be shy/anxious/introverted, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference 😭

— masterlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 3.2k words₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺ next part —

The city was truly a different world at night just with the way everything seems to take a breath of life. It was cooler, a breeze making its way through the buildings to cause goosebumps on any person walking by. It was cold enough that your friend had thought to try and hurdle you under their jacket, something you forgot to bring.

They didn’t seem to mind, pulling you under the warm blanket of a coat and rushing the two of you towards your apartment. You had just finished dinner—using it as a way to bond and meet up since work has separated you both for too long—and now we’re heading back to your apartment.

“You’re back,” one of your roommates speaks up from their location on the couch, “how was dinner?”

“Great, but I was freezing. You were right about bringing a jacket tonight, I really should’ve.”

“The winds tunnel through these buildings, it’s always good to pack a jacket.”

“Yes well thank you. Is it alright if my friend stays over?”

Your roommates waves a hand, dismissing her claim and focusing back on the tv show. The sounds of whatever bachelor show was playing quiets once you’ve shut your door behind you.

Your friend pins you with a look as she lays down flat into your bed, “what’s the deal with that person from work?”

“It’s really nothing, I think some people are just going through a rough time.”

“Okay well whatever—babe, it’s still not okay.”

There’s a creak in your bed once you’ve decided to join her, the old thing hanging on since you’ve not been able to afford a new one.

“Yeah sure they’ve made some rude comments, but they weren’t that bad.”

“Not to mention they also stole your idea and they’ve been aggressive towards you for no reason—tell them that they’re being a bitch.”

The emotions liked to confrontation are like sinking to the bottom of a body of water, suffocating. Your friend lies beside you, waiting, but her raised eyebrows give away her impatience, waiting to argue with you over your hesitation. A sigh makes it way out, a vocalization of how you’re feeling on the inside, “I really don’t know if I need to.”

“It’s less of a have to and more of a should do. Just be a bitch back,” she makes a poor attempt at reeling in her aggression after your expression of disgust, “or at least talk to someone higher up.”

“I’ll maybe talk to someone later—“ you put a hand up to silence her oncoming attack “—and that’s it. I appreciate you caring.”

“I just want you to be able to stand up for yourself.”

“I know, and I love you for that, but I’m done with stressful topics. I’d like to just talk about exciting things.”

She deadpans, “but this fun.”

A laugh filled amusement fills the room, your foot coming to shove her. There’s a pause after, ears turning into the smaller and more minute sounds. Dramatic stage music, though silenced by your door, it’s loud enough to still make an entrance in your room along with the sirens outside. The sheets rustle as your friend moves onto her side, body facing towards you. It was a gentle breeze until she began to fight off a grin, the thoughts in her mind almost driving a crazed expression in her face.

“Have you thought anymore about what I said?”

“You talk a lot, which of those many conversations are you mentioning?”

“The stress-relieving one.”

The words are quick to bring a similar crazed expression on your own face, one similar to your friend’s but more terrified.

“No.”

“Aw come on. I do it and it’s worked wonders, I still know—“

“I’ve heard enough for one night, you’re too public with it—how’re you not embarrassed?”

She rolls, resting her head on you, “you’re shy, I’m not. I don’t care what others say.”

“You’re weird.”

Her shoulders upturned in a shrugging motion, the vibration from her low hum ticking your stomach. The floor creeks again when she slings her feet off the mattress to find something to eat, leaving you alone for a minute. It seemed to stretch forever due to waiting every second to ask her a burning question. It was nearly on fire when she finally came back, the words tumbling from you.

“Who’re the people?”

It was, technically, four words that set off an hour and a half conversation.

Your friend’s persistently paid off after about two months of bringing it up. It started out as a question to check up, formed into a joke/tease, and ended up as a proposal. You’ve eventually thawed, only tonight feeling comfortable enough to ask, allowing yourself to be curious. It was curiosity, but you strayed far away from any sexual conversations, feeling that topic would actually throw you over the edge.

You pick at your nails, a nervous habit to ease the discomfort of the vulnerable conversation, “what do you do?”

“You mean my role? It’s what I said before, I’m a dominant in our relationship.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Sex?”

Her hand swats at your shoulder, enabling your fidgeting to become actions of aggression. You shove back, “fuck off.”

“Anyways, it depends on each relationship, but for us we fall into it most nights. Usually they come home and I can pick up the signs. I came to understand their body language about a month after us dating that they’re feeling a specific way.”

“Too intimate.”

“Oh yeah, it’s intimate and entirely built on trust. It’s why I love it so much,” your friend reached a hand over, stretching to reach until her fingers wrap around her phone, “I’ll send you their number. It’s entirely up to you from this point on. But genuinely though, if anything I say is making you uncomfortable let me know. I truly have just wanted to help.”

It wasn’t brought up again. An episode of some old show capturing the both of your attention the rest of the night, her scratchy laugh engraved in your mind from how often she found the dialogue hilarious. A small red mark forming from when she got too excited, jumping on the bed and bouncing your body to move and hit a dull item nearby. Thankfully you don’t have neighbors that occupy the room below you.

It was a sad goodbye when you both had the knowledge of how busy your schedules were. You had a form of contact, your phone, but you didn’t always have access to her in person. The lights in the apartment were shut off, the dark almost navy hue covers the room. You clicked your phone on, squinting from the onset of light before checking your recent text from her, “their” contact information sitting open on your phone for the night.

It turned out to be a weak battle, with the conflict being between man vs man. You had daily arguments with yourself, both sides—heart and mind—fighting with valid reasons. You don’t know if they’d be a weirdo overtime. They could not win your trust, or understand you, step over you like your coworker at work has been.

It could be a waste of time to be so intimate with someone and have the time come to a close, so you make a new space in your contacts for their number. You had a simple message typed out, introducing yourself and how you got their number, and then prompt turned your phone off.

The waiting period consumed you.

Brushing your teeth, you’d flip your phone to find that the notification was another spam email from a store you visited two years ago, reminding you to unsubscribe yet again. At work, you’d even pulled your phone from where it rested under your thigh to check whenever it buzzed. It was impossible to deny when the evidence was written all over your face, but you liked to believe you didn’t care.

The earth spun a whole two times and you’d still gotten no response. You checked your phone less, initial nerves transforming right into worry. Were you bothering them?

“Stop fretting,” your friend told you over the phone and then proceeding to let out a laugh at your embarrassed rant, all about how you regret reaching out.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have hooked you up if I thought they weren’t interested. It’s barely been two days.”

“You’re right,” your phone sat across from you, giving you the perfect view to stare at her personalized contact photo,

“Give it time.”

You had another speech about to spill about how you’re not going to obsessively check anymore, but that buzzed sound you’ve grown to respond to rapped against your wooden table.

Your lungs contract, closing when a contact with no profile photo and definitely no name appears. Your friend’s voice becoming background noise as your focus snaps to the unopened message, watching it as it slides away.

“Okay well I have to sleep. Love you, stop freaking out.”

The call ends abruptly, a habit of hers you’re usually frustrated with but now you’re grateful. Nerves at a new high for the day when a second message comes in. Feet patter on the hound, carrying you to climb into your room.

Realizing they’ve messaged you back is both an energy drainer and giver. Lights bright on your face while you’re unlocking your phone, clicking on the chat button. Your mind makes up the worst scenarios in hopes to keep your expectations low, but as your eyes sweep across the text a smile appeared on your face.

Long text summarized, they’d love to meet you in person and brief information was shared. They’d agreed to meet halfway at a coffee shop in Manhattan named, “coffee project nyc.”

The closest subway station was swarmed with a dozen people, the time on your phone being the explanation behind why others were brushing against you on the train. They contained to when after the train had arrived, pulling you along with them like a terrible tide.

Your phone map is a virtue, showing you the route until the cafe is in sight just across the street. It was across the street but your feet were stuck to the side you were on. Seconds passed like milliseconds, speeding up like your breathing.

The door had a little bell, one that rang when you walk through and sit down at the closest open seat to you. Eyes set on your phone screen like you were doing something meaningful by scrolling through already opened texts.

A new text appeared, a statement, telling you that they’d arrive. It wasn’t the intention, but you realized you hadn’t told them you had also arrived. The bell rung as it did for you, signaling to you and the others in the building that another had entered.

Her tone was clear when she spoke to you, leaning so she can look at your eyes. An air of calm around her when she introduced herself, saying how nice it was to meet in person.

“Is there anything you’d like from here? Natasha’s in line to get herself something.”

“Oh no,” you internally wince at how high your tone is pitched, “I’ll just pay for my own later!”

“It’s on us if you’d like any,” she repeats the offer with a smile. The scent from all the coffee beans and tea leaves is too addicting, filling your senses and pulling at the right heart strings to make you weak.

“If it’s okay could I maybe get a tea?”

“That’s perfectly fine. Natasha hasn’t ordered you yet, you can go tell her your order,” she says, words emphasized by her finger directing you to find the women fifth in line. An apology comes out as a whisper, feeling bad when you have to cut between two people holding a conversation.

“Hi,” you breathe, feeling nervous about being pushed to her warm body by those in line and others trying to move about.

“Breathe,” she says, pausing your sentence until she’s seen you visibly take a breath.

“Sorry,” you say, the unwarranted apology causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“Why sorry? You don’t have any reason to be.”

You say it again but she makes no pays if no mind, a gentle hand coming to rest under your forearm.

“Would you like something?“

The words you had spoken to wanda are repeated, asking about ordering a tea with another apology following right after. You fear she’s upset, but every movement she makes is kind, soft.

“You don’t have to apologize. Go wait with Wanda, I’ll bring it over once it’s made, okay?”

You thank her what feels like ten times, hoping each one is more sincere than the other before stepping away, mindful of the kicked up carpet. Wanda’s smiling at you, reaching over to push your chair out.

“Did you get a tea?”

“I did, thank you two—seriously—I appreciate this.”

Her response comes out as a hum, the words, ‘of course,’ mended together through the one sound, “how was your ride over? You mentioned the trip only being a few minutes, correct?”

“Usually yes.”

“Have you been here before then?”

“Not really, I don’t go out often. If I did I’d ruin my budget plan.”

The smell of the store is amplified once the cup is placed in front of you, the gentle steam floating off the top smelling exactly like the aroma in the small room. The seat to the right of you is pulled out, taken by Natasha a second later. Hers smells of coffee, a darker roast you’re familiar with from one of your roommates making it in the morning.

She picks through the sugars on the table, ignoring Wanda’s advice to leave the sweetness alone; Wanda mentions again how it impairs her dreams, giving her terrible nightmares instead. Natasha acknowledges what she says and still pours two in, her defense being the brand labeling itself as a ‘natural sugar’ as opposed to some other popular companies.

You turn to Wanda, “do you like to drink coffee or tea?”

“I do,” she says, fingers brushing under yours to stabilize the tilting hold you had on the cup, “every now and then I’ll get a tea.”

She quirks a quick smile, the mood fading fast once she’s turned her attention to Natasha and how bright the coffee has become. Natasha pulls the cup away from her extending grasp, bringing the cup to her lips with a grin.

“Do you work?”

“I do! I work in marketing at a real estate company, basically meaning I create pamphlets and design their websites. Do either of you have a job?”

Natasha keeps the mug in her hands, not letting go despite the heat, “we do. I work as a mechanical engineering, Wanda’s does corporate finances.”

You later worry about how your emotions are written on your sleeve seeing how they noticed the slightest change in your body language. Wanda lets her hand drift off of yours seeing as you’re now paying attention to how you’re holding it, “what do you do?”

“Nothing crazy like that. I sell art pieces, occasionally teach somewhere like an art class or work as a substitute for a school if needed.”

“Did you go to school for art?”

“I did, somehow passed to with how strict a few teachers were.”

They then ask to see a piece you’ve done, listening to every word you’re saying on every detail of each individual piece. You show ones you’ve sold, ones you’ve given as gifts to friends/family members, and some you’ve painted for yourself. You ease into the moment with every passing minute, tense muscles and fidgeting movements calming.

The room is small, but busy. A multitude of conversations being held in one place, all forming and coming together like the infamous background ambiance.

A watch on Wanda’s wrist catches light when she flicks her sleeve down to check the time, a deep sigh coming from her when she realizes it’s past 9:30PM, “it’s getting late.”

Natasha hums, grabbing your cups and stacking them to take to the dish bins nearby. You stand when she does, grabbing your coat to toss over your shoulders.

“We can walk you home if you’d like, it is quite dark out.”

You take a glance as well, the scarcity of light on the street enough for you to accept her help. The sidewalks are small, pushing you to walk so close to them you’ve stepped on Natasha’s shoes two times already. They keep close to you, sitting beside you in the subway ride. You’ve told them that you’re grateful they’ve offered to walk you back, but that you also feel bad for taking up their time. They keep reassuring you, every time gentle, if not gentler than the last.

The street becomes familiar again, the lights from your balcony coming into view. The little store building with the apartment complex above it, your little home. It’s never fully quiet, but at this minute in the hour it almost feels like it’s just the three of you. An occasional car, bike, and stranger may walk by, but you barely notice.

“Would you like to see my apartment?”

“I wouldn’t mind a tour,” wanda says, her words making you smile and excitedly being to unlock the door. It’s late enough that either your roommates are out or asleep, leaving you and them to walk into a silent space. It’s entirely too quick tour; only showing them your balcony, bedroom, living room, and kitchen while trying to be quiet for the one roommate trying to sleep.

Wanda calls your name, finding you in your bedroom after hearing where your voice came from and following it. Your room is reflectively dark, only light source coming from the dim lamp by your bed. The one you’ve been meaning to repair.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good, a bit tired.”

“I mean about this.”

Your lips fall slightly ajar, taken a bit off guard. She’s not rushing you at all, leaning against your vanity. She’s even gone far enough to not make you even more nervous by moving her gaze anywhere but you.

“I—“ you freeze momentarily when you realize Natasha’s come to stand in your doorway, “I’d like to if that’s okay with you.”

“We’d love to. Later tonight I can send you some papers for you to look over whenever you feel ready.”

You nod, thanking them with a smile. They bid you goodnight, both mumbling sweet words about the night. They both pull you into them, wrapping their arms around you in a gentle embrace before pulling back. You’re inside with heating AC and yet when they pulled back you felt colder.

Once the doors shut, the rooms entirely too quiet, the silence emphasizing the emptiness of their disappearance. They already made an impression, their good nights making you feel twice elated. It shows in your night routine, a smile etched on your face from the night. How beautiful they are, how someone they wished to also see you again, how they were mindful and intentional.

You had gotten dressed, wrapped up in your sheets with your phone settled between you, scrolling through the sweet text they sent after and the documents. The first were fine, but the last few brought nerves to the surface. Explicit acts and suggestive themes filled the page, maybe half you’ve never heard of. They were reassuring though, stating that you’d all run through them together once finished. During the whole process they were helping to answer any questions or concerns you had until you were ready to print and fill it out. After a week and a half you make your relationship official.

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