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dimitrescu-supremacy · 2 days ago
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mindofwesley · 4 months ago
Cold Sheets & Empty Seats
Nat x Reader
Word Count: 9.5K
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Summary: Your daughter thinks she’s a waste of her time and you are at breaking point. Is it too late or will Natasha be able to fix your marriage?
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“Natasha. Where are you? Call me back. Love you.”
Putting your phone back in your pocket, you smile down at the little redheaded girl holding your hand.
“I can’t wait for Mommy to see me dance.” She says, looking up at you with an excited smile. “I’ve been practicing extra hard.” She continues bouncing on her tiptoes.
“I know you have my little firecracker. I’m so proud of you!” you reply, crouching down to her level and peppering kisses on her cheek.
“Mama, stop it.” She giggles.
With a laugh, you stand back up and give her hand a squeeze, “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
She pulls back on your hand a root’s herself into the ground. Looking back at her with a questioning look, she shakes her head, “mommy’s not here yet.”
“She’s just running a little late, she’ll meet us inside when she gets here.” You say, tugging on her hand. “Come on.”
She eventually relents and follows you inside the building.
“Hey Becca, sorry we’re a little late” you rush out to your daughter’s dance teacher.
“It hasn’t started yet, don’t worry.” Becca responds waving you off. “Right honey, say goodbye to Mama.” She says looking down at your daughter.
You crouch down so you are eye level with her, and she throws her arms around your neck squeezing you tight.
Returning her little embrace you whisper, “I love you, Little Red.” And place a gentle kiss to the side of her head.
“Love you too mama.” She responds letting go and turning to follow Becca. “Don’t forget to save mommy a seat!” she shouts with a final wave of her hand making you smile.
Making your way back outside for a quick moment, you pull your phone out of your pocket and hit dial. “It’s me. Again. Please get here. I’ll save you a seat.” Hanging up after leaving yet another voicemail, you slide your phone back into your pocket and head inside and find your seat.
“Mama did you see me? Did you see what I did?” your daughter shouts as she comes running at you, her bag bouncing on her back.
“I did baby.” You say picking her up. “You did so well, I’m so proud of you!” you finish placing a kiss on her cheek.
She fidgets on your hip, and you can see her eyes glancing around for her mother, not knowing that the seat you saved for her remained empty.
Looking at you with her bottle green eyes, “where’s mommy?” she whispers.
Giving her a sad smile, “mommy got caught up at work baby, but I know she’ll be so proud of you.” Your heart breaks when she casts her teary eyes down and rests her head on your shoulder. A few sniffles leave her, and it makes you furious. This is the 5th event Natasha has missed because of work, and every time your daughter just accepts it because she understands that her mommy’s work is important and she’s proud of her for being a hero.
Damn you Nat.
“Hey,” you say, looking down at her. “Want to go get cheeseburgers?”
She snaps her head up and gives you a little smile, “with milkshakes?” she asks excitedly.
“Damn right with milkshakes!” you respond with just as much excitement.
She giggles and nods, her sadness about her absent mother forgotten for a moment.
“Can we get mommy something for when she finishes work?” your six-year-old asks as you walk into the diner. “She might be hungry.”
Smiling at her, knowing that your wife would have probably already eaten before she graces you both with her presence, you relent anyway, “of course we can. What do you think she’ll want?”
She thinks for a minute and then decides on Natasha’s favourite, a bacon cheeseburger with fries and onion rings.
“Yeah, can I get what she just said,” you say to the girl behind the counter cocking your thumb in the direction of your daughter, “can I also get a cheeseburger with extra pickles, fries, mozzarella sticks with the cheese sauce dip and a banana shake please, and for this one,” you say running your hand through the fiery hair of your child, “can we get a child’s cheeseburger meal, with a vanilla shake and an apple turnover.” You finish handing the girl your card with a thank you.
Time passes and you’ve got your food and you’re both back in the car and on the way home. You’ve got Disney’s Greatest Hits on in the car and the mini-Natasha in the back is singing along with all her might and you just can’t help the smile of pure happiness that forms on your face when you catch her dancing in the rear-view mirror.
“What film have you chosen my little firecracker?” you ask as you take her food into the living room. She’s currently flicking through the collection of Disney movies on the television, trying and failing to settle on a movie to watch whilst enjoying dinner.
“I can’t choose.” She whines. “I want to watch Frozen, but I also want to watch Hercules and Peter Pan.” She finishes.
Ruffling her hair, “I’ll tell you what, because you danced so beautifully, I’ll let you watch 2 movies before you have your bath, okay?”
With an excited squeak, she eventually settles on Frozen and Peter Pan, and inside you’re so excited because you love these films just as much as her.
Settling herself down she takes her cheeseburger and her shake from you, and you head back towards the kitchen to grab yours. As soon as you get back into the lounge, you make your way to your loveseat, but as soon as you sit down your daughter looks at you with a frown before giving you her puppy dog eyes.
“No mama, come sit with me.” She says making grabby hands at you.
Being unable to say no to anything she asks of you, you get up and park yourself next to her as she presses play on the movie.
Once you’re both done with dinner, you put the plates on the coffee table, cuddle your daughter and allow the film to finish before clearing up and running her a bubble bath before bed.
“Right Little Red, five more minutes until bath time” You inform her standing in the doorway of the lounge.  
“Okay mama” she responds, from the floor where she’s drawing and colouring with Peter Pan on in the background.
With a little laugh, you turn and walk back down the hall taking in the photographs displayed on the wall as you go. Looking at the story of your life with Natasha before JJ was born and precious moments after, they bring a sad smile to your face. You love your family, but you miss your wife.
Pulling yourself together, you head back into the bathroom and finish drawing the bath for your little one, but before you even get the chance to shout her, she comes bounding in with a drawing in her hand.
“Mama look.” She says, holding out her artwork for you.
Getting on your knees so you’re on her level, you take a hold of the page and take a good look at her masterpiece, “this is beautiful baby.”
She gives you a shy smile and a blush creeps up her face, “thank you.” She whispers giving you a hug. “It’s for mommy because I miss her.” She whimpers in your ear, and you can hear the sadness in her voice, and you know that there are tears threatening to creep out of her eyes.
Reciprocating her warmth embrace being careful not to crumple her picture, “she misses you too baby.”
“Why doesn’t she come see me dance?” she whimpers but before you can respond she speaks up again. “Does she not love me anymore?” she asks, her voice broken, and you can now feel tears trickling down her face.
Anger is burning within you, but you keep it buried for your daughter’s sake. “Oh JJ, of course she loves you. You’re her Peanut.” You say pulling away from her and wiping her tears away with your thumb.
“D-Do you think if I get better mommy will come watch me? Because I don’t want to be nonsense or a waste of her time” she sobs and clings to your neck.
Your heart aches for her and you’d do anything to take away her upset, but you know that right now, there isn’t anything you can do to help her, all you can do is comfort her.
“You’re not a waste of her time baby. She just gets caught up with work and loses track of time sometimes. She’s silly like that, but I promise you she loves you very much.” You try and lighten the mood, but it only stifles her cries the tiniest bit.
You sit there on the bathroom floor for around 20 minutes until her breathing evens out and she’s stopped crying. Pulling away from her so you can see her face you notice she’s sucking her thumb, a habit she had broken but still did on occasions when she was nervous, scared or upset.
Wiping a few strands of hair from her face, “you sleepy baby?”.
She just nods in response.
“Right come on, we’ll get you all shiny and clean and then when you’re in your pajamas, we’ll call mommy, okay?”
Again, she just nods in reply, but she’s a little more enthusiastic this time.
Eventually, she is in her penguin pajamas, and is deciding on which story she wants tonight, whilst you’re in the kitchen making her some juice with the phone pressed to your ear.
“Hello?” a voice rings through the other end of the phone.
“Hey Laura, I’m sorry for calling, but is Clint there?” you ask, hoping she’d say no because more often than not if he and Natasha weren’t home it’d mean that they were either on a mission together or doing mission reports. Usually.
“He is, he’s just putting Nate down. Want me to get him?”
“No, it’s okay.” You say closing your eyes with a sigh.
“Nat not home again?” Laura asks.
“Are we that predictable?” you question with a light laugh.
With a chuckle, “So to what do I owe the pleasure?” she asks.
“I was actually calling to ask if you could have JJ tomorrow?” you ask hopefully.
“Yeah of course. Is everything okay?” she questions, worry evident in her tone. “With you and Nat?”
“Yeah, we’re fine, just some things to sort out.” You tell her, but you know she can tell that there is more to it.  
“Okay, well, I’m always here if you want to talk.” She reassures you. “I’ll swing by to get her at around 9ish.”
“I know you are. Thank you, Laura!” you reply taking a deep breath.
“No problem at all. See you tomorrow.” And with that the call disconnects and you make your way back to your daughter.
Handing her, her juice she takes a big sip and hands it back to you. Placing it on the table, you settle her in and pull the blanket up to her neck.
“So,” you start. “How would you like to go to Auntie Laura and Uncle Clint’s tomorrow?” you finish.
Her eyes widen and she nods her head, “yes please mama.”
“Well, that’s good because she’ll be here to get you in the morning, so we need to get you to sleep, don’t we?” you say with a smile.
“Can we call mommy first?” she asks shyly.  
You’re reluctant to dial your wife because you know full well that she probably won’t answer and that it’ll hurt your daughter that little bit more when she is once again greeted with Natasha’s voicemail, but you do it anyway because she loves her mommy, and you just cannot find it in you to say no to her, so you smile and dial the Russian’s number.
As expected, you get her voicemail, but after a little encouragement JJ leaves her a message.
“Hi mommy, I miss you. When are you coming home?” She gets a little upset and pushes the phone away, so you immediately disconnect it and lean forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
Choosing to move from the subject as to not upset her anymore, “What story are we having tonight, Little Red?” you ask picking up the story she chose from off the nightstand. “The Elves and the Shoemaker. This is one of my favourites!” you say with excitement, hoping to cheer your favourite little person up as much as possible.
Only a few pages in and she’s sleeping peacefully clutching the horn of the little unicorn Natasha had got her. Moving some hair out of her face you lean down and place a gentle kiss to her forehead. You stare at her in awe for a few moments thinking about how lucky you and Natasha are to have her, but you question whether or not your wife understands how just how lucky she is.
Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you take the picture JJ did for Natasha and place it next to Natasha’s now cold dinner on the counter.
Once in the lounge you collect JJ’s sketch book and pencils from the floor and place them neatly on the coffee table and then fling yourself down on the sofa with your arm over your eyes.
You lay like that for a few moments, until you feel like you’ve had your fill of wallowing, then you pull yourself together and put Netflix on and wait for your wife.
Apparently, you’d fallen asleep, and your brain decided to conjure a scene of you falling to your death, so upon hitting the ground, you’re jolted awake. So now you’re sitting on the edge of the sofa, rubbing the sleep and stress out of your eyes and trying to gather your thoughts.
Turning the television off you get up and make a move to return your wine glass and empty bottle to the kitchen. A quick glance at the clock on the fridge tells you that it’s a little after 2am. Another quick glance to the countertop where Natasha’s dinner remains untouched, also tells you that your wife still isn’t home.
Checking your phone to ensure that you’ve not missed any calls or texts, hell, even emails, confirms your suspicions that your beloved wife hasn’t even attempted to return any of them, let alone JJ’s voicemail.  
You decide to shoot a quick text to your best friend and grab a glass of water whilst waiting for a response.
‘Hey babes, is Nat alive?’
‘Yeah, she’s still breathing’
‘Is she coming home?’
‘Sorry darling, probably not. She’s had a few and is currently passed out on the sofa with Bruce, but don’t worry I’ll make sure she sleeps in my room, and I’ll be sure to send her back to you unharmed’
You try not to let disappointment overtake you. She let your daughter down for a few drinks. With Bruce.
A. Few. Drinks. With. Bruce.
Everyone knows that you and Banner just do not get on, and everyone knows it’s because he is constantly lusting after your wife. He isn’t shy about his attraction towards her, and he just has a fantastic time making sure everyone, including you, know about his feelings. He just rubs you up the wrong way and knowing that he’s asleep with Natasha on that fucking sofa just had your blood boiling.
Sending a quick thank you text back to Wanda you place your glass in the sink, turn all the lights off and head to bed.
You’re woken up by a very excited little girl.
“Mama, wake up!” she says tugging the covers. “I got to get ready, Auntie Laura will be here any minute.” She finishes with a little jump in the air.
“Okay, okay. I’m up” you say sleepily. “Go watch your show and I’ll do breakfast. How do pancakes and eggs sound?” you ask sitting up and reaching for your glasses.
“YUMMY” she shouts, throwing her arms in the air, her little hand still clutching her unicorn.
A quick glance at the clock tells you that it’s just before 7am and that Laura will in fact not be here any minute.
Once JJ’s out of the room you allow yourself to fall back down on your pillow and you notice it’s a little wet. You’re quick to remember that once again, you cried yourself to sleep, over the fact that you miss your wife. Turning your head to the left you get a full view of the empty space where your Natasha should be. Reaching your arm across and smoothing your hand across the cold sheets, brings more tears to your eyes.
Hearing the laughter coming from your daughter pulls you back to reality and the next thing you know you’re at the stove making pancakes and eggs.
“Right Little Red, what outfit do you want to show off today?” you ask.
Both you and Natasha have been very encouraging when it comes to JJ and making her own decisions, especially when it comes to what she wants to wear for the day. She’s too smart for her own good and is ridiculously headstrong and she knows exactly what she wants and will use all the puppy dog eyes and cute faces she can muster to get it.
“Um,” she says stood in her closet with a finger on her chin. “What about these, this and them.” She says throwing a pair of light blue jeans, a white long sleeve t-shirt with black and red, Black Widow symbols on it and her white high-top Converse at you.
Ducking out the way so her shoes didn’t smack you in the head, “of course firecracker. Right, go wash up and clean your teeth.”
She returns several minutes later and proceeds to get herself dressed. You grab the hairbrush and sit on the seat at the end of her bed and point to the floor in front of you.
“Can you do my hair like mommy does yours?” she asks innocently.
For missions Natasha braids your hair before she does her own. Braids were always her thing, but as time went on, she started braiding your hair too. She knows you can do your own, but she also knows that you like it when she does it for you. You always go for duo braids whereas Natasha goes for the one.
Obviously, you oblige JJ and the next thing you know you’re knelt down tying her laces and she’s sporting two braids.
You can’t help the warm feeling when you look up at her.
She looks so much like her mother.
Laura picked JJ up a couple of hours ago and told you that they were all going to the zoo and the aquarium. After a few minutes reassuring your friend that you were fine, she eventually took off. So now, you’re finishing up the last of the dishes from breakfast and brewing another pot of coffee.
You’re so exhausted and deflated but you know you’ve got to carry on. So, after placing JJ’s art supplies back in her playroom, you’ve found yourself in the laundry room at the back of the house when you hear a voice call out.
“I’m home!”
You’re glad she’s home and your whole being just wants to run into her arms, but you ground yourself and ignore her, hoping to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Baby, you home?”
Ignore her. Don’t relent. Don’t give in.
“JJ?” she calls, panic evident when she didn’t get a response from you.  
You can hear your phone ringing, and you can hear Natasha grow worried because you know that she can see your cell on the table in the living room.
“BELLS?!” she shouts, her voice wavering slightly.
Bells has been your nickname for as long as you can remember. If it had an origin story, it’s long since been forgotten.
You’re almost positive you heard the safety click of a gun.
Okay, so maybe ignoring her wasn’t the best course of action, especially considering who you both are and what you do.
Running back through the house, “I’m here. I’m okay” you say, and she puts the gun on the table by the door and rushes to envelope you in her arms and you can’t help but lean into her warmth embrace and you find yourself wrapping your arms around her.
“God, you scared me there. Where’s JJ?” she asks, worry still present in her voice.
“She’s fine. She’s out with Laura and Clint for the day.” You respond pulling back from her, remembering that you’re mad at her.
“Is everything okay?” she questions not releasing you from the grip she has on your arms.
“You’re kidding right?” you scoff, giving her a pointed look. “Please tell me you’re fucking kidding?” you finish, completely tearing yourself out of her grasp.
She reaches out to you, confusion etched on her face, only halting her actions when you flinch away from her.
“Baby, what’s going on?” she can see tears in your eyes, and she becomes increasing more worried.
“Where were you?” you demand, authority in your voice. “You fucking promised her you’d be there, and you let her down. So, where the fucking hell were you?!” you’re furious at this point, and it takes every bit of energy in you to hold the tears back.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” She says innocently. “We had to debrief and then I was doing mission reports and I fell asleep.”
Rage burns through you, not only did she not bother to return any of the missed calls, text messages or countless voicemails, but she now has the audacity to stand in front of you and lie to your face about what she was doing.
She should have just left it at ‘I’m so sorry’.
“No,” you start, shaking your head. She opens her mouth to say something but is quick to close it when you raise a finger at her with a ‘don’t fucking think about it’ look on your face. “You passed out with Bruce after drinks. God only knows what the fuck happened there.” You finish with a scoff.
“Don’t go there.” she says, insulted by your insinuation.
You scoff and roll your eyes.
“I would never cheat on you!” she shouts, causing you to flinch back away from her and tears to spring from your eyes. Her entire demeanour softens at your reaction, and she lowers her voice. “Baby, I’d never do that to you, okay? I promise.”
You know she’d never cheat on you, and you didn’t mean to even mean to insinuate it, it just came out in the heat of the moment and you’re kicking yourself for hurting her with your words like that, but you’re so angry and frustrated, to the point you don’t even have the energy to shout right now.
“Your promises don’t seem to mean much these days Natasha.” Your voice is soft and defeated and she instinctively takes a step forward to comfort you, but you take a step back.
“Please, baby. I’m sorry.” She says softly, reaching out for you again, only to give up when you wrap your arms around yourself.
“It’s not me to need to apologize to.” You reply, tears openly coming down your cheeks. “Do you know what she asked me?” you say looking up at her.
She can see the pain on your face, and she knows that it’s not your pain being displayed, but rather pain for your daughter.
Natasha knows you’re not done, so she chooses not to reply and just allows you to continue.
“She asked me if you didn’t love her anymore because you don’t come and see her dance. She thinks she’s a waste of your time.” You say, your voice breaking. “You didn’t even answer when she called Nat. She had to leave you a fucking voicemail. Did you even listen to it?”
The lack of response tells you everything you need to know.
“I did not marry your voicemail Natasha and I definitely did not have a child with it either!”
She once again, doesn’t respond.
“Do you realise how lucky we are to even have her?” you ask. “Do you remember what it took? How many times we tried and failed? And now she’s here and it’s like you don’t even care.”
When the original conversation came up about children, Natasha explained that she was unable to have a child of her own due to her experience in the Red Room. You were completely understanding and held her whilst she cried and you reassured her that it doesn’t make her any less of a person and that you love her all the same and if in the future you both decided that you wanted a child, you would always find a way.
Which is how you ended up talking to Tony and Bruce (much to your dismay) about the possibility of having a child that contained both yours and Natasha’s DNA.
After numerous tests and failed attempts, whatever they did eventually worked and you fell pregnant then nine months later, JJ was born and Wanda, Tony, Clint and Laura were named as godparents.
“I-I don’t know if I can do this for much longer.” You whisper rubbing your temples.
She reaches out for you, and you try to pull away from her, but she doesn’t let go. “Baby don’t do this.” She whispers out, her voice cracking.
“No Nat.” you start, looking in her eyes. “How many more times are you going to let her down before she stops asking where you are?”
“How many more times am I going to fall asleep and wake up without you before I stop missing you?”
“You have a beautiful and courageous little girl, who loves you more than life itself. All she wants is to be like you. She fell asleep last night and every other night, clutching her unicorn, because you bought it for her. She went out of here today in her Black Widow shirt, because it symbolises you. She chose to do ballet because she wanted to be like you. She wanted to dance, for you!” you rush out, tone laced with sadness as you try, but fail, to pull yourself out of her hold.
You can see all of this hit home with your wife, her eyes are glassy, and her cheeks are flushed.
“I know.” She finally speaks. “But I also have a job and I can’t pretend like the world doesn’t need help.”
“I’m not asking you for that. I’m just asking for some fucking effort. Especially for JJ.” You retort, once again pulling out of her grasp. “Clint manages it and he’s got 3 kids. Tony does too. Hell, I fucking manage it. I just don’t understand why you don’t want to prioritise us!”
“Baby, I can’t just ignore what happens out there.” She says as if she’s got a point to prove.
“Yes, it happens, but this,” you move your hand between the two of you, “our family is what’s happening now and you’re missing it!”
“Baby please” she begs, tears running down her face as she reaches out for you but again, you step back and turn away from her.
“I love you Nat, you know I do but I miss you and it’s so goddamn exhausting.” You sob. “And then every time I have to tell JJ that you’re not coming home, she just accepts it because she thinks you’re working and she’s proud of her mommy.” you add turning back to face her.
Her gaze is on you and her face is red and you can see her shoulders shaking subtly as she cries.
“You’re her hero, Natasha, but she’s growing up without you, so you need to pull yourself together and get your priorities in order.” You continue, with conviction. “Either shape up or ship out because I can’t do this anymore.” You finish walking past her towards the front door.
You stop just as you open it and turn back to look at her. She’s got her arms wrapped around herself and she’s sobbing and as much as you love her with everything you have, you don’t go to her. As painful as this is for her, she needed to hear the truth and understand what’s been happening with your family whilst she’s not been around.
“Your dinner is on the counter by the stove. JJ chose it.” You start, voice low. “I love you, Natasha. Don’t forget that.” And with that you step out of the house closing the door behind you.
The door closing pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns and rushes to the door, but stops herself because she knows that you don’t want to her to follow you, so instead she just turns back and collapses onto the sofa in tears.  
Your words have pierced her heart and my god it hurts. She knows that everything you said is right and she doesn’t have any excuses for her behaviour.
She’s not sure how long she sat there, but once her vision was no longer blurred by tears, she dragged herself into the kitchen and over to the stove.
The first thing she notices is the drawing sitting in front of last night’s dinner. Picking it up her vision once again becomes foggy as tears pool in her eyes, and she can’t stop the sob that escapes her.
There on the page is a little girl with red hair, standing in between two older women with the sun drawn in the corner and birds in the sky and just below the figures are three words: Mommy, Me, Mama.
Natasha doesn’t realise that tears are coming down her face until she notices the watermarks on the drawing. Not wanting to ruin it, she puts it on the side but unintentionally knocks it off when she grabs the bag containing her food.
With a frustrated sigh she bends down to pick it up and only then does she notice the writing on the back.
To Mommy
I love you very much
Love from Peanut
Reading this and knowing how much her daughter loves and needs her, she knows she has to do something to make this right, but first she needs food and a shower.
Feeling well fed and revitalised after her warmed-up food and a shower, Natasha sits herself back on the sofa and picks up her phone.
She sees the missed calls, the unread texts and the unheard voicemails and she feels so guilty for neglecting her family, but she presses on and listens to the voicemails anyway.
She needs to feel this.
“Hey baby, just a quick one to let you know that I love you and I can’t wait to see you!”
“Just checking in. Hope your day isn’t too stressful, I love you.”
“Hi mommy, I can’t wait for you to see me dance. Mama, send her a picture of my dress.”
“Hey, it’s me, just wondering where you are? I know we were meant to leave together, but if we don’t leave now, we’re going to be late so, meet us there, okay?”
“Natasha. Where are you? Call me back. Love you.”
“It’s me. Again. Please get here. I’ll save you a seat.”
“Hi mommy, I miss you. When are you coming home?”
The crack in JJ’s voice causes Natasha’s heart to break. How could she be so blind? She’s giving up her family because she is too busy trying to wipe the red from her ledger. Is it selfish to want to stop trying to cleanse it and just live her life?
Opening your messages, she sees the photo JJ asked you to send her and she cannot stop the smile that forms. She’s in her little white ballet dress with her red hair tied up in a beautiful bun and she’s got her dance bag on her back, which Natasha knows have her unicorn and ballet shoes in because looking at her feet, she’s currently in her Converse. She looks so beautiful and although she does look like Natasha, she has your cheeky smile, your twinkle in her eyes and your pure heart.
She locks her phone and sits there for a few minutes trying to blink back tears when her eyes catch the family photo on the main wall.
Maria had gotten JJ her own SHIELD catsuit and combat boots for her 6th birthday, because the younger redhead would not stop badgering her about wanting to look like her mothers. So there the three of you were, all dressed in your suits at one of Clint’s costume themed barbecues, Natasha with her usual braid and yourself and JJ sporting your usual twin braids. The younger redhead has the worlds biggest smile on her face as she sits on your lap holding onto her unicorn, whilst both you and your wife look at her in complete awe.
Natasha knows what she has to do. She gets up from the sofa, grabs her keys and leaves the house.
You’ve been walking and it feels like forever when you finally get to the lake.
You own a house nearby which was your first home with the assassin but you both decided to upgrade to a bigger property when you found out you were pregnant. The intention was to originally put this one up on the market, but either of you could find it in yourselves to do so, it just held so many memories, so you decided to keep it for a sense of nostalgia.
So here you are, sitting on the grass looking out at the lake trying not to cry over the argument with your wife, but rather thinking over the happiest moments with your family, both before and after JJ.
You and Natasha never really argue, sure you both get on each other’s nerves occasionally and there was a lot of jealousy very early on in your relationship, still is sometimes, but you’ve only ever had one big blow out and it really was touch and go for a moment.
You were on a mission with the team, you were in the thick of things and there was a choice to be made. Save Natasha or save yourself. Obviously, you chose her but apparently it was the wrong decision (in her eyes), so the entire flight back Natasha was either ignoring you or screaming at you. There was a lot of insults thrown and things were said on both parts that neither of you meant, but you knew that she was just scared of losing you.
It’s fairly obvious that you worked through it because 7 months later, you were married.
You’re not entirely sure how long you sat there, but it started to get chilly so instead you decide you’ll go sit in the house for a little bit.
Upon arrival you realise you didn’t have your keys and during the process of frisking your pockets you also realise you don’t have your phone. Fantastic. You’ve got your credit card though, obviously you didn’t take it out of your pocket when you got home last night.
With a mighty huff and an eye roll, you turn around you begin to head back home.
Arriving at home, Natasha put away the groceries, placed the giftbags on the breakfast bar along with a couple of envelopes. She gives the house a quick tidy up before she perches herself on the sofa and attempts to find something to put on the tv whilst she waits for her family to return home.
Softs knocks at the door pull her out of her trance with The Heat. Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy are drunk in the bar, and it reminds her of herself and you. With a laugh, she pauses the movie, she makes her way over to the door. Unlocking it she’s greeted with her daughter and her best friend.
“Mommy!” JJ squeals with excitement as she jumps at Natasha.
“Hey, Peanut.” the Russian says picking her daughter up and holding her tight as if she was afraid to let go.
“Mommy I went to the zoo with Auntie Laura and Uncle Clint, and I got to feed the penguins and me and Lila held a snake, and Uncle Clint got me a penguin teddy, look” she says taking a deep breath, as she holds up the cutest penguin teddy Natasha has ever seen.
JJ loves penguins. It started when she was about two and you and Nat took her to the zoo for the first time, she became completely entranced by them and has quite honestly not looked back since. Penguins and art are what JJ loves most. Well, those and Natasha. You know she loves you too and you know she doesn’t have a favourite mother (or at least you hope she doesn’t), but it doesn’t stop you from teasing Nat about it.
“He’s lovely. Why don’t you take him into your playroom and show him all your toys?” Natasha replies putting JJ down.
The young redhead only nods in response, gives Clint a big hug and thanks him for her penguin before running through the house.
“Want to come in?” Natasha motions to her friend.
With a shake of his head, “I can’t, I’ve got to get back and I think she just wants to spend some time with you.”
The assassin nods and smiles at him.
“We got food on the way back, so I don’t think she’ll be too hungry.” He laughs.
“Burgers?” Natasha asks knowingly.
“Burgers.” He repeats with a nod and a laugh.
“Thank you for looking after her.”
“It’s not a problem,” he says waving her off. “We love spending time with her. I’m going to teach her how to shoot next time.”
“Absolutely not!” Natasha exclaims causing Clint to let out a laugh.
“It’s a nice little family you’ve got yourself, Nat.”
“Yeah.” She responds with a smile.
“The reason I point it out is because I’m not sure you’re around enough to notice.”
Natasha winces at his words but she knows he means well. They’ve been friends for many years, and he has never been afraid to call her out if she’s acting like a fool.
“I deserve that.” She says in reply casting her gaze down. “But I’m going to make it right. I promise.” she finishes looking back up at him.
“Good.” He deadpans. “Because I swear, I will not hesitate to knock some sense into you!” he adds clipping her up the side of the head before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
“You’ve done enough for the world. You both have. It isn’t selfish to enjoy your family.” He whispers before kissing her temple and heading back towards his car.
With a final wave goodbye, she closes and locks the front door before heading through the house to JJ’s playroom.
She leans against the doorframe for a few moments just enjoying watching her daughter play with her toys.
“I know you’re there, mommy.” JJ’s voice rings through Natasha’s ear pulling her out of her trance.
“You’re getting better, Peanut.” She says getting on the floor with her and pulling her into her lap, ticking her sides in the process.
You and Natasha, being both Avengers and SHIELD agents, have been teaching JJ how to be completely aware of her surroundings and how to be stealthy and she’s getting better at it the older she gets.
“Mommy, stop.” The little one giggles.
Natasha continues for a few seconds and then peppers kisses all over JJ’s face, before speaking again.
“I’m sorry I missed your dance JJ.”
“It’s okay mommy,” she says, clutching her penguin, with a sad smile, “I understand.”
“I love you so much and I am so proud of you.” Natasha says tucking a few rogue strands of hair behind JJ’s ear. “Will you show me your dance tomorrow? And maybe you can teach it me?” the Russian asks, hopeful.
With an excited smile and sparkles in her eyes, “Please mommy.” Nodding her head frantically. “We can do a show for mama too.” She finishes.
“I’m sure she’d love that Peanut.”
JJ smiles and snuggles into Natasha’s chest.
“What’s this little guys name?” Natasha asks poking the new penguin.
JJ shrugs, “he doesn’t have one yet. But I think I want to call him, Flipper.” She adds. “That was what the penguin at the zoo was called.”
“Well then, Flipper it is.” Natasha says with a smile, earning herself a toothy grin from JJ.
They sit and cuddle for a while, then Natasha remembers that she got JJ a gift. Attempting to shift JJ out of her lap, the younger redhead just tightens her grip.
“No mommy. Stay.” She whimpers.
Wrapping her arms tighter around the little body, Natasha kisses the top of her head before speaking. “But I’ve got something I want to give you.”
Looking up at her all doe eyed, “for me?” JJ asks innocently.
“For you.” Natasha nods.
JJ jumps up and ensures she’s got a tight grip on Flipper before rushing her mother to get up.
Pushing herself up off the floor, the Russian hold her hand out and JJ happily accepts it and follows her into the kitchen.
Natasha retrieves one of the giftbags off the counter and wanders into the lounge, JJ still holding her hand.
Perching themselves on the sofa, JJ gets herself comfortable and Natasha hands her the gift bag.
JJ just stares at it for a moment and only when the assassin tells her that she can open it, does she make a move to open the bag, gasping as soon as she sees its contents.
A sketchbook, colour and graphite pencils, paints and brushes, glitter pots, candy, a little cream coloured bear, and a velvet box.
“All of this for me?” JJ asks her eyes wide in wonder, with disbelief in her voice.
“Yeah, Peanut. All for you.” she says with a smile. “And this,” she adds, opening the velvet box to reveal a silver locket. “Matches mine and Mama’s.” she finishes, opening the locket itself to reveal two photographs, one of you and JJ and one of Nat and JJ.
Both yours and Natasha’s lockets contain the same photos; one of JJ and one of you and Nat. She got them for your wedding anniversary and now she thought it was only right that JJ had one too.
Placing the bag gently on the floor, JJ leaps at Natasha and wraps her arms around her neck. “Thank you, mommy.”
“Anything for you.”
“Where’s mama?” JJ asks. “I want to show her my new things.”
Thinking for a moment, “that is actually a good question Peanut.” With a final kiss to JJ’s temple, “right, go clean your teeth and put your pajamas on and I’ll give her a call, okay?”
Taking Flipper with her, JJ makes her way down the hall.
Pulling out her phone, Natasha dials your number but is concerned when she hears it ringing and sees it on the table.
You never go out without your phone so that causes Natasha to worry, but when she notices your bag by the door and your keys on the hook, her concern grows. She makes quick work of checking your bag and feels panic within her when she finds your gun.
It isn’t drastically late, but it’s getting dark, and she doesn’t like it when you’re out on your own. Especially unarmed, but she silently hopes that you have your switchblade on you, just in case.
Pushing her panic to the side for a moment when she hears JJ calling for her. “What’s up, Peanut?” she asks, putting a glass of juice on the nightstand and hanging JJ’s locket on the bedpost, as she clambers onto her bed.
“Can you make mama better?” she questions.
Natasha looks at her with a pointed look, tucking her under the covers, “what do you mean, JJ?”
“Mama cries a lot, and I can’t make her better.” She whispers, casting her gaze down.
The Black Widow feels her heart break knowing that not only has her wife been crying, but because she’s been crying over her.
“I’ll try my best to make her better, Peanut.”
“Do you promise?” JJ asks as she holds up her pinkie finger.
“I promise.” Natasha replies linking her own pinkie with that of her daughters and placing a kiss to their linked fingers.
JJ snuggles down as Natasha picks up the storybook that the younger redhead chose for tonight. The Elves and the Shoemaker. It makes the Russian smile because she knows this is also your favourite, and she loves how that little piece of you comes out in JJ.
Natasha finishes the story, even though she knows JJ has long since been asleep, before closing the book and placing it back on the nightstand.
Leaning down, she places a soft kiss to JJ’s forehead and quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
Making her way back through the house, her panic returns and several thoughts run through her head, and she’s worried something has happened to you.
You never miss JJ’s bedtime.
Picking up her phone, she’s quick to dial Wanda’s number. If you were to go anywhere, you’d go to her, right?
“Nat, what’s up?” Wanda’s voice rings through Natasha’s ear.
“Wanda. Please tell me she’s with you?” Wanda knows you both so well, so no further explanation is necessary because she knows exactly who her friend is talking about.
“I’ve just got back from the store, so she isn’t with me, but I’ll go check your floor. Hang on.” Natasha can hear the Witch shuffling around and when the signal goes a little patchy, the redhead knows that Wanda is in the elevator.
Anytime you wanted to be alone with your thoughts and you didn’t want to go too far, you’d always go back to your old quarters in the compound, but if you wanted to rant, you’d be sure to be with the witch.
A few moments pass before Wanda speaks again, “No, she’s not here. Sorry Nat.”
“Fuck. If she shows up, can you let me know? She doesn’t have her phone or her gun on her.”
“Yeah sure.”
With thanks, the call disconnects, and Natasha is about to head towards your home office to try and find any indication on where you could be when she hears soft, quiet knocks at the door.
No one rocks up here unannounced, so as if on instinct the Black Widow draws grabs her gun from off the table by the door and clicks the safety off before unlocking it and levelling it at the visitor.
As soon as the door flies open, you’re greeted with the barrel of your wife’s pistol.
“Fucking hell baby, I could have killed you!” Natasha exclaims lowering her gun and pulling you into her arms. “Where have you been? I was so worried. You didn’t take your phone or your gun and no one knew where you were, and you’ve been gone all day.” She rushes out without taking a breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was out.” You start leaning into her embrace and walking her backwards into the house. “I picked dinner up for us.” You finish, trying, but failing, to lift one of your arms up where you’re holding a bag full of food.
Relinquishing her hold on you, Natasha closes and locks the door before returning the gun to the table before wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” You promise bringing your hand up to ghost over her cheek.
“I thought -”
“Hey, I’m fine.” You say reassuringly, turning around in her arms and depositing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Now, let’s eat. I assume JJ harassed Clint into getting burgers?” you ask walking towards the kitchen.
“Of course, she did.” Natasha retorts. “She’s just like you.” She adds with a little laugh. Kissing your temple she takes the bag of food out of your hand, “I’ll sort this, go see her.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
JJ is a little fidget, so after tucking her back in, you place a couple of gentle kisses on her forehead and then you notice the locket hanging on the headboard. Taking it off and opening it up you see the two pictures that already reside in there, knowing it’s Natasha’s doing, a smile makes it way on your face. Closing it and hanging it back on the bed, you make your way back towards the kitchen. Upon finding it empty, you wander through to the living room, where Natasha was stood waiting.
When you get closer, she motions for you to sit down, and she occupies the spot next to you.
It’s quiet whilst you enjoy your food, the only noise coming from whatever is on the tv in the background, and you’ve almost finished your first bottle of wine when Natasha speaks up.
“I um – I got you something.” She says awkwardly handing you a giftbag.
Taking the bag from her and placing it on the floor, you untie the ribbon and take a look at the contents.
There is a singular white rose, signifying the pure love and devotion Natasha has for you. Your favourite chocolates, and some gummy bears. A vanilla Yankee Candle, you love candles, and a little white fluffy bear.
The gesture brings tears to your eyes, but before you can say anything Natasha speaks up.
“I know that this doesn’t fix things, but I really want to try and make it right. If you’ll let me.” She says shyly.
When you adjust yourself so you’re facing her, you notice she is holding two envelopes in her hand. You’re confused and when you meet her gaze, she outstretches her hand and hands you them both.
“What’s this?” you ask her, confusion in your tone.
“Open it.” She responds nodding her head towards your hands.
Opening the first envelope, you pull out a paper and begin reading.
A beat passes before Natasha speaks up. “It’s a new contract.” She starts. “I’m taking a step back from the Avengers and SHIELD.”
You look up at her shock on your face as you search her eyes for any traces of a lie, but you could not find one.
“I’ll work from here whilst JJ is at kindergarten, like you do and if the world needs me, they’ll call me, just like they do with you. I may go to the compound to work occasionally, but if that happens, I promise I will always be home for dinner and bath time. I will never let either of you down again, and I swear that I will always answer when you call.”
This breaks you and you can’t stop the tears from spilling out of your eyes. Natasha is quick to comfort you, pulling you into a hug. No words are exchanged, she just allows you to just sit there and cry into the crook of her neck.
Once you’ve settled down, she pulls away and gently cups your face, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.
“I’m so sorry for neglecting you both. You both mean the world to me, and I should never have made you feel anything less than that.” She says looking into your eyes.
A beat passes before you can respond.
“I love you so much, baby.” Nat says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting her own against yours.
“I love you too, Nat.” you say closing your eyes just enjoying her company. “God, I’ve missed you.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“I’ve missed you too.” She says pulling away. “Now, open the other.”
With a nod, you put the contract back in its envelope, put it on the table and grab the other.
You don’t even get chance to read the contents before Natasha speaks up.
“I’ve taken some time off so we can take JJ to Disneyworld.” She starts. “We always talked about taking her, and she’s old enough now so she’ll remember it.” She continues. “We’ll be there for a few days, just the 3 of us before the rest of them get there, and then a couple of days before we’re due to leave, Clint and Laura will take JJ back with them so we can have some time alone.” She finishes with a smile.
You can’t contain your excitement and just launch yourself at her, letting all the information about the trip fall to the floor. She hugs you back, and then adjusts herself leaning back against the sofa so you can get comfortable on her.
Straddling her waist, you sit there for a few moments in silence, wrapped up in her arms, your face buried in her shoulder and your arms around her neck, a wave of warmth running through you.
You needed this. You need her.
After placing a few light kisses to the exposed skin on her shoulder, you pull back and look right into Natasha’s eyes. A beat passes before she pulls you into a passionate kiss. You kiss her back feverishly, your hands tangled in her fiery hair and her hands running under your shirt ghosting over your stomach and then your ribs, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin and you shiver when your tongues touch.
When she removes her hands and starts unbuttoning your shirt, you don’t stop her. And when she pushes it back off your shoulders and unclasps your bra, you assist her and discard the items on the floor before connecting your lips once more, in a hungry kiss.
When she picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, never breaking the kiss, you also don’t stop her.
That night she worships your body and makes sure that you know just how sorry she is and how much she’s missed you.
As the week went on, the spare room was cleared and you and Nat began turning it into her home office, with the help of the team. You love her, but you like your own space work, so there was no way in hell you were sharing with her.
Tony, being the tech mogul that he is, was forever updating your systems and your equipment so when it came to installing new computers, he was the first one through the door. He also installed a new alarm system for the house whilst he was there too.
Eventually Natasha was all moved into her new office and began working from home allowing her more time with you and JJ. The first day she worked from home, she came with you to pick JJ up from kindergarten and the excited smile that graced your daughters face will be forever etched into your memory.
Disneyworld was a dream.
Neither of you told JJ where you were going, she was just excited to be going on Tony’s jet again, so you can imagine her surprise when you rocked up in Orlando and she was greeted with Cinderella’s castle.
She got to see the princesses (which let’s be honest, you were excited to see also), she dragged both you and Natasha on every ride and to every attraction possible and it got even worse when the others arrived it was rollercoasters and burgers all day long.
You had the world’s most magical time, and when JJ went home with the Barton’s, you and Natasha had a few well-deserved days to yourselves, and my God did you both need it.
You didn’t necessarily do much, but the dinner dates you went on were perfect and just being with her without any interruptions was to die for.
Upon your return home, JJ went back to kindergarten and Natasha was there with you to pick her up every day.
Burger nights became a weekly thing, along with little family trips on the weekend whether that be to the movies, ice skating or just a walk in the park. Sometimes just the three of you, other times with the rest of the team – your family.
JJ still participated in ballet classes and Natasha was happy to help her practice at home.
Your family became stronger, and Natasha kept her word.
When she worked at the compound, she was always home for dinner and bath time.
She never let either of you down again.
Every time you called, she always answered.
The space next to you in bed was never cold.
And the seat saved at JJ’s dance recitals, was never empty.
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Note: I haven’t written in a long time and it is with much encouragement from a friend that I have posted this. Thank you, @vancityfire13
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allfiguredout · a month ago
I'm Not Smiling
Yelena Belove X Fem! Reader
Warning: mild language
Prompt: hi! can I have some yelena X fem!reader action? maybe something like yelena likes r and natasha accidentally makes yelena blurt it out in front of r without noticing? thanks
Type: Fic
WC: 1.5k
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A/N: I could literally write this trope for like a bunch of other characters and never get tired of it. I hope you enjoy this one anon :)
I don’t own these Marvel characters.
Yelena wasn’t really known for understanding her feelings. At such as young age, she was practically trained to push away any connection she would and could have with other people. Natasha would be the exception because she had grown up with her. That’s why when she had joined that Avengers as another teammate, she wasn’t expecting to feel a “connection” between any other members. Well, until you had come around. You were someone to be interacted with at first sight. From what Yelena could observe, she notices how very much liked you were by the whole team, and from what Natasha has told her, you were practically the glue that held the team together. You were the only person in the whole team who has never gotten on anyone’s bad side and that was for good reason.
You were friendly with Yelena, clearly showing that you trusted her with your whole heart. You made it clear to her that you had no guards up against her, being as open as possible to whatever Yelena’s wants and needs were. For Yelena, this affection and care had hit her deep within her heart. You were a genuinely caring person, something that she had lacked so much growing up. And seeing the way you would always check up on her after a mission of hers or yours made her heart flutter and beat rapidly. When you two started having movie nights together, the way you laughed was starting to become music to her own ears.
Though her favorite nights were when you two would just sit in the living room and talk. The two of you would talk for hours. In the beginning, there was some distance between the two of you, but in less than six months, she was already laying on your lap as you gently brush the knots out of her hair. It was the best feeling for her, honestly. To feel every single bone in her body relax as you hold her this close. If she could stay in this moment forever she would. Maybe she could get that doctor guy to do it for her, just keep rewinding this moment so Yelena could have more time to gaze at the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve into a smile, the way your eyebrows would furrow together and you’d make that cute confused look on your face.
It was after a mission when Natasha had confronted Yelena. Before you had left for your mission earlier, Natasha had witnessed Yelena almost attack Wanda because apparently “playing as a couple” during a mission was considered “unprofessional” by Yelena’s standards. If it weren’t for Wanda profusely telling Yelena that it was just a mission and you gripping Yelena’s arm to get her to calm down, Yelena would’ve possibly blown up the facility.
After giving Yelena time to cool down, which had taken a good couple of hours, Natasha had gone to confront her sister over the situation.
“There is nothing wrong,” Yelena argues.
“Really?” Natasha asks.
“Yes, I am perfectly fine,” Yelena replies harshly. She begins walking towards her sleeping quarters.
Before Yelena could hide her feelings in her room, Natasha grabs the assassins’ shoulder. “Hey! Let me go!”
“You were jealous,” Natasha concludes.
Yelena pauses for a moment. Of course. How could she not be jealous? Wanda gets to do a mission with you and she gets to spend extra time with you without the disturbance of the other Avengers. Just thinking about the two of you in the quinjet is almost enough to make her skin crawl.
Her mind snaps back from her reverie, seeing Natasha was still holding her arm, she yanks it away. It causes Natasha to laugh. “Oh my god, Lena, you’re so in love.”
“Am not!”
“Okay,” she says. “Picture Y/N smiling."
Immediately your smile paints in Yelena’s head. The familiar curve of your lips invades her visions. Then, unconsciously, a small smile begins to form on her own lips.
“Yeah, you’re so in love,” Natasha repeats.
The smile leaves as quickly as it came as Yelena smacks Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” She hisses.
Natasha scoffs. She only took Yelena’s annoyance as a cue to keep pushing her sister’s buttons until she was ready to explode. “Then I guess you’d be fine thinking about Wanda and Y/N holding hands, eating dinner together after a long long day, sharing a bed because SHIELD is too poor to afford two twin beds-” Natasha could almost see Yelena’s ears turning red, the smoke ready to puff out, but she keeps talking, “and right there, Wanda would turn on her favorite show and the two of them would binge-watch the show-”
“The mission isn’t supposed to last more than four hours,” Yelena manages to huff, but her breath was uneven as she tries her best to maintain her composure.
“Ahh, I’m not finished. And Y/N would lay her head on Wanda’s shoulder. There would be no one there to interrupt them on this perfect night and-”
All fed up, Yelena throws her hands up, “fine! You know what! What if I am?” She says angrily. “I’m in love with Y/N! That’s what it is. I am so in love, you know that Natasha? For the first time in my life, I feel like I found someone who takes care of me, who genuinely wants to be around me without feeling like I’m a threat to them or feeling like they’re forced to be with me. Y/N is the reason why I feel so alive. Around her, I feel like I’m more than just my past and that I deserve everything good, so excuse me if someone tries to take that away from me. Does Wanda know what Y/N’s favorite food is? No. Does she know what Y/N’s favorite sleeping position is? No. Does she know that Y/N hates watching shows that last for more than 12 seasons? No! I do. I know that. Y/N is my gift, she is my world, not hers.”
Natasha’s eyes widen out of pure shock.
“What? Are you surprised that I finally admitted it? Or are you trying to think of something so you can make fun of me again-“
Natasha grabs Yelena’s shoulders before turning her around. Yelena could only feel her heart sink when she sees you standing there, after a long mission, eyes stunned. The two sisters don’t know what to say or do, so it was up to you to break the silence.
“Well, uh, I was just about to go to my room and-“
“How much did you hear?” Yelena asks, the feeling of numbness was growing more and more in her body.
“Right up to when you called Natasha 'a piece of shit’,” you tell her.
Natasha could only do so much as to pat her sister’s shoulders before excusing herself out, letting Yelena deal with the situation. If this ends badly, Yelena was going to swear on her life that she would murder Natasha for what she had just done.
“Well, uh-“ she starts.
You muster a cough, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “I would ask you if you meant it, but I think I know you well enough to know that-“
Yelena begins fumbling with her doorknob, wanting desperately to escape this situation. “I’m sorry, let’s just pretend you didn’t hear that.” Her palms were starting to shake, her body failing to keep her composure as her friendship was surely about to fall apart.
You let off a small chuckle, whether or not that was a good thing Yelena wouldn’t be able to tell. You gently place a hand over her’s effectively causing Yelena to stop shaking. Yelena looks up and you watch those beautiful green orbs staring back at you and you could clearly see her on the verge of breaking down if you don’t start talking.
“Yelena, you know I love you, too, right?”
Even the way you say ‘I love you’ was almost like a dream, to the point she can’t even tell if she heard you correctly.
“Lena-“ you say, squeezing her hand softly.
“Are you telling me the truth?” She asks.
The familiar smile grazes your lips and without giving her a second to think, you press your lips to her’s. Her body reacts unconsciously, her emotions guiding her to react as she kisses you back. Her eyes close, hand flying to your neck and pulling you closer to her.
When the two of you finally pull away, you let out a small laugh, as your thumb gently brushes her cheek. “Now I know why you were jealous when Wanda and I were going on that mission together.”
She pouts, leaning her head against yours as her eyes fall to the ground, “I would’ve been better at playing the role.”
“I know,” you comment. “Come on, let’s go watch a movie.”
Hand in hand the two of you move inside Yelena’s room. From outside the hallway, Wanda finds Natasha standing by the corner. A smile spreads on her face when she realizes that the plan had worked.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Natasha comments.
Wanda rolls her eyes, “your sister almost killed me.”
Thanks for reading! I hope this request turned out fine. I hope you have a great day/night, and may you always be safe! I’ll be here if you need me. -Bolts
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thewitchandtheassassin · 26 days ago
Picture-Perfect (Yelena Belova x Reader x Wanda Maximoff)
Summary: Broken bonds may bring forth others.
Words: 2107
Warnings: Former Natasha x Reader, implied Natasha x Carol, budding possible poly, cheating, language, break ups, anger, everything that comes with complicated endings, etc.
A/N: This story has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I’m sick and working on things so I figured I’d post this!
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Watching the world crumble before you, a piece of you wondered if you should go buy one of those ridiculous hats you’d seen at traveling fairs before, since your “best friend” and “girlfriend” were doing their best at making an absolute fool of you. As if they truly believed you’d never catch onto their actions; the secretive smiles and late night disappearances.
Like you were ignorant to the kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to paint Natasha’s thighs despite her best attempts to hide it from you.
You used to wonder if the others knew – if they pitied you or if they were helping keep you tucked in the dark – but that thought was banished faster than it had come. Steve condemned such immoral actions and Tony was your closest friend (outside of the heroine you’d once considered your sister). Why would he protect them over you?
And you couldn’t fault her sister. If she knew, she’d never tell and you could only respect the love she had for Natasha. Clearly relationships were fleeting but their family was deeper – so much more – and you’d never hate Yelena for protecting her.
You just wished it didn’t hurt this much.
Staring at the woman sleeping with her back to you, listening to the steady breaths and watching the shifting of her shoulders, you wanted to scream – cry, lash out and make her feel half of what she’d forced upon you – but another part of you wanted to curl up around her back one last time and pretend, for just a moment, she still loved you. That she wasn’t sleeping with Carol. That she wasn’t stringing you along.
Pushing up from the bed, you didn’t care if you woke up the former assassin as you escaped the suffocating silence in a room that was no longer yours. Maybe a cup of tea would soothe the ache in your chest or maybe it’d just help you keep from erupting into a stream of anguish and fury.
Either way, it was better than looking at Natasha.
You flipped on the kitchenette light and paused at the sight of a shirtless, clad only in the bra she often wore to work out, Carol bent over rummaging through the fridge.
“Hey, (Y/N),” she greeted cheerfully as she peered over her shoulder at you, a light in her eyes you didn’t think she deserved to have. “You’re up late.”
Humming, you nodded. “Yeah, that tends to happen when you become aware of all the people creeping through the shadows around here.”
Carol’s expression didn’t falter but you caught a glimpse of panic glittering in her dark eyes, watched how her smile dipped under the weight of her fear. You weren’t one for subtle jabs and she knew that.
“Tell me something, Carol. What’s it like, breaking your best friend’s heart with the same hand you fucked her girlfriend with?” you wondered conversationally, your humorless smirk pointed and knowing as terror eclipsed the smile she’d dared to offer. “Was it fun? Did you enjoy it? I mean, I always thought it would be Banner I’d have to worry about when I should’ve been expecting you.”
“Don’t bullshit with me, Danvers. There’s no amount of manipulation and pretty words you can spit out to change what I know. You’re fucking Nat behind my back. The finger prints on her thighs and the way you sneak around. I’m not stupid. But you are, if you really believed I wouldn’t catch on,” you snapped, a dangerous look crossing your features. “I would’ve been an idiot not to.”
She was clearly searching for the right words but nothing would ever make this better and you both knew that. Your fury was stifling, stealing the excuses and apologies from her chest.
Shaking your head in disgust, you turned in hopes of leaving the room before you did something stupid, like send her to orbit with a single punch.
“It just happened…” Carol whispered, immediately regretting her phrasing as you jerked your head around and glared.
“It just happened? What, did you accidentally fall in bed naked with my girlfriend multiple times? Gravity really is a bitch on Earth, huh?” you mocked venomously, fists clenching as you trembled with an anger you didn’t know was possible. “It didn’t just happen, it kept happening and would still be happening if it wasn’t for this moment. Don’t act all apologetic and meek now when you were bold enough to fuck the woman I wanted to marry then.”
“(Y/N), please…”
“Fuck you, Carol Danvers. I hope you rot in hell where you belong.”
Tears welled up in her eyes but you could not have cared less if you tried. What was once love for the former Kree had burned into a disdain you’d never expected to feel for her. She was supposed to be your “best friend” but why would you ever need enemies when you had a friend like her?
Shuffling behind you forced a sigh from your lips and you glanced at your teammates hovering sleepily in the doorway. You hadn’t thought you were yelling (hoping to keep the others from seeing your world crumbling around you) but with an AI-run compound and enhanced housemates, anything was possible.
Natasha’s cheeks were flushed and streams of open regret were trickling along the reddened flesh but you simply stared at her. A part of you ached, knowing your former lover was hurting, but she had done this. Ripped your heart into pieces like it were nothing.
Like you were nothing.
Worry was painted across the faces of your friends, glancing between you and the two women who had meant so much to you. It didn’t take a mind reader to know the circumstances that had brought you to this point but most of them couldn’t believe such a thing was happening. You and Natasha were a picture-perfect couple (strong, loving, genuine) and to see it burnt to ashes was disheartening. Especially over Carol.
Locking eyes with Natasha, you tilted your head slightly. “You two deserve each other. I hope it was worth it.”
Broken sobs bubbled from Natasha’s throat as you shoved through the team, ignoring their whispered murmurs of compassion. You didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want their comfort. You wanted to hurt something. Hit it until your knuckles ached and bled.
You wanted to feel something more than the fury wrapping its hands around your throat.
Light footsteps joined yours as you hurried down the hall and you almost wanted to run – run until nothing could catch you – but a familiar soft, sweet perfume (was it perfume or body wash? You’d never been sure and you were too much of a coward to ask) swirled around you so you slowed to a steady pace.
“You knew, didn’t you?” you finally voiced, peering at the quiet witch beside you with a humorless smile. “About her and Carol.”
Wanda’s expression shifted noticeably and you chuckled, a cynical glint in your damp gaze.
“I didn’t,” she said after a moment of odd silence, “Or, at least I wasn’t sure. There had been hints but nothing certain. Just random thoughts, here and there. But I never said anything because I was terrified I would be wrong and lose your friendship. Or ruin your relationship. Or…both.”
“You don’t have to defend yourself,” you assured her, bumping your shoulder against hers. “I get it. You’re not the one who did anything wrong.”
There was something comforting about being in Wanda’s presence. Empathetic to a fault, maybe it was because she had been through so much that you found appreciation in her calm, gentle demeanor. That’s not to say you didn’t think she was an absolute goddess in a fight (you’d seen her take out ten men at once, after all) but the Wanda you knew here versus in the field were two very different people.
But both versions of this woman understood loss. She was fueled by her losses, determined to keep those she cared about here.
“I can’t go back to my room,” you realized with a heavy sigh, slowing to a stop as the weight of everything landed roughly on your shoulders. “I have nowhere to go. Natasha will probably be waiting for me there. And I really can’t deal with that yet.”
“You can sleep with me tonight,” Wanda offered, cheeks immediately flushing with heat as you shot her lecherous smirk. “I didn’t mean it like that! S-stop smirking at me like that!”
Winking at her playfully, you teased, “Asking a newly single woman into your bed, Maximoff. What a bold move.”
“I take it back,” Wanda huffed, stalking away though you kept up with ease. “You can sleep with Steve.”
Crinkling your nose in disgust, you looped your arm through Wanda’s with a laugh so genuine you could feel it in your soul. Maybe it was the lightheartedness of the moment or maybe it was just Wanda but either way, you hadn’t felt this at peace in quite some time. Since long before you’d discovered your lover’s betrayal.
“Why would I sleep with him when sleeping with you sounds much nicer?” you wondered offhandedly as your laughter subsided, oblivious to the hitch in Wanda’s breathing. “You don’t smell like bad aftershave or give off broody grandpa vibes.”
Wanda’s laugh sounded weak at your assessment of Steve but you didn’t have time to consider it as you noticed Yelena lingering outside of Wanda’s bedroom. Her head was bowed, shoulders slumped as she listened to your faltering steps, peering at you from the corner of her eye. She didn’t blame you for your caution. If the positions were reversed, she’d probably be furious to find an ex’s “sister” waiting for her but she’d seen you escape with Wanda hot on your heels and knew you’d probably end up here.
Where else could you really go?
“Move,” Wanda hissed protectively, stepping in between you and the reformed assassin in a way that made you nearly swoon. “You have a lot of nerve coming to bother (Y/N) after what she did –”
“I didn’t know,” Yelena interrupted harshly, glaring at the witch before glancing at you, her expression softening as she took note of the pain in your gaze. “I didn’t know…”
“She’s your sister,” Wanda sneered, “You can’t lie and –”
“Watch yourself, witch,” Yelena warned, hackles rising at such an accusation. “I’m plenty of things but never a liar. Not for anyone. She didn’t tell me.”
Touching Wanda’s shoulder as her mouth opened, you stepped forward slightly. “I believe you, Lena.”
Wanda inhaled sharply but you simply squeezed her shoulder pointedly. You’d always known how different Yelena was from Natasha, having spent an inordinate amount of time with the women. Clearly you hadn’t known Natasha as well as you’d thought, but Yelena had never given you reasons to doubt her. If she said she didn’t know, you were inclined to trust that.
“I just wished to apologize for not knowing,” Yelena admitted. “I never would’ve let Natasha blindside you like this. You deserve better than that.”
The guilt she wore didn’t fit the situation and it bothered you. You couldn’t stand the thought of Yelena blaming herself for Natasha’s faults.
“You’re not your sister,” you assured her with a sweet, watery smile as you wrestled with the feelings trying to claw their way back to the surface. “You have nothing to apologize for. Everyone around here acts like they need to apologize for someone else but neither of you caused this. It was Carol and Nat. No one else. I don’t blame you for their acts. They’re the ones who fucked up.”
Locking eyes with the younger assassin, you shrugged. “If it’s okay with Wanda, you’re welcome to join us. I doubt I’ll get any sleep tonight, anyways.”
The two women glanced at each other before Wanda offered a begrudging nod.
“That sounds… fun,” Yelena decided with a cautious smile, watching Wanda’s door open without a single touch, aware it was absolutely meant to be a show of power.
“Neat trick, can you make a bottle of wine appear too?” you laughed, completely ignorant to the butterflies swirling in the pits of their bellies.
You might’ve been Natasha’s before today, but that didn’t mean either woman had ever overlooked you. Special and kind, Natasha had been a complete moron to smash your heart in such a way.
Maybe this wasn’t how anyone anticipated your relationship dying out but, with a single shared look, both knew they were going to do everything in their power to make sure your light wasn’t snuffed out with it.
No matter what.
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princesscassashoneypot · 5 months ago
Clark Kent x Reader | A Little Bit Embarrassed
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Summary: (This is another period post) When you don't show up to work, Clark is worried and when you aren't answering his texts or phone calls he decides it's time to check on you.
Word Count: 794
Warning: Period talk, Soft!Clark, Fluff, SFW
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When you didn’t text him good morning Clark thought maybe you just overslept and he would get a message in a few minutes asking him to pick you up. He knew how anxious it made you when you even thought you might be late for work.
He waited, eyeing the clock, expecting an irate message any second.
You never called; you didn’t text. So reluctantly, Clark left his apartment and went to work.
As the mail came around and someone else was pushing the mail cart, he got nervous.
Clark swept into the men's room. He told himself nothing was wrong. His hands shook as he bypassed texting and called instead. The phone rang nine times before it went to voicemail.
“Hi, sweetheart. It’s me.”
Clark wanted to curse. Of course, it was him. How many men did you know with his voice who called you sweetheart?
None except himself. Clark hoped.
“You aren’t at work, I’m worried, call me back.”
Clark checked the time and went back to his desk. But he couldn’t concentrate on the article he was working on.
By noon, when Clark still hadn’t heard a peep from you, he gathered his things and headed straight to your apartment. He could hear a television on behind the door and used the spare key you gave him to let himself inside. Afraid of what he might find.
The apartment looked much the same as it did when he saw it a few nights ago when you invited him over for dinner. You made him your mother's recipe for pot roast after he mentioned he missed his mother's home cooking.
Clark heard his own voice break as he called out to you. Every scenario played in his mind.
Fallen in the shower with a broken leg or arm. A slow brain bleed he hadn’t detected the last time he saw you. A rare heart defect that stole you from him in the night.
The air he didn’t realize he was holding rushed from his lungs hearing your weak voice reply, the sudden blips and upticks in your pulse alerting him he was right. You are hurt.
His feet moved faster, passing the small kitchenette of your apartment before you appeared in the doorway of your bedroom.
Clarke reached for you, one large hand scooping around the back of your neck as the other wound around your waist and pulled you into his chest as he pressed his lips against your wet hair.
You just came from the shower. He could smell the sweet scent of your body wash and the shampoo you liked. Such an innocent scent.
“When you didn’t come to work, or call or text… I was afraid something was wrong.” Clark swallowed hard.
As he stepped back, he got a better look at you. Your cheeks were pale and dark circles hung beneath your eyes.
“No, I just needed a sick day, and I didn’t want to bother you.”
You shake your head; you hate, you created anxiety in him, but you didn’t know what else to do. You’ve only been seeing each other for a month and the topic was a little touchy for you.
Clark looks at you, assessing you, and you know that he’s using that supervision of his to study what is happening within your body before recognition lights his eyes as they travel to your abdomen.
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you say something?” Clark asked.
With a soft inhale, you frown and look at your feet.
“I know some men don’t enjoy hearing about this sort of thing and frankly, it grosses me out too and I just… didn’t know how to talk to you about getting my period even though… well we’re both adults and we both know it happens.”
Clark shook his head, bending to place his lips on your forehead.
“Nothing about your body could gross me out, it’s completely natural.”
He leaned back, looking at you, his puppy dog eyes soft as you smiled at you.
“What can I do to help you, sweetheart? Hmm. Will you mind if I stick around and spend the rest of the day with you?”
You shake your head, feeling a little bashful.
“I don’t mind as long as you don’t mind being around me while I’m a miserable, grumpy mess.”
He chuckled, kissing your temple, then your cheek, getting you to laugh.
“I don’t see a miserable, grumpy mess, I just see the girl I’m falling in love with.”
It’s the first time that Clark has mentioned the word love and you take a sudden breath, biting into your bottom lip.
“You’re falling in love with me?” you ask.
Clark nods, leaned closer, eyes meeting as you kiss you long and slow.
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migwayne · 4 months ago
natasha, over earpiece: (y/n) are you holding up? (y/n), getting shot from every possible angle: it depends what you mean by that natasha: ??? (y/n): literally? no. (y/n): fundamentally? no. (y/n): theoretically? no. (y/n): ...metaphisically? no. natasha: done?
(y/n): hypothetically? yes!
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fandomout · 4 months ago
heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3
Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜
Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth
Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.
Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.
One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”
“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”
“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.
”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”
“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...
“Lip, I don’t need someone.”
“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”
“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.
“That’s crazy to me.”
“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”
“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”
“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”
“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”
“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”
“Not good enough for you.”
“Something like that.”
“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”
“It's the story of my life.”
“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.
“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”
“Haha.” You grin.
“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”
“Can we stop talking about it?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.
“Hey!” He said a little off.
“Lip, what’s up?”
“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.
“You doing okay there?”
“Yup! Having the bez time.”
“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”
“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”
“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.
“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”
“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”
“I already knew.”
“What do you mean you knew?”
“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”
“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”
“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”
“You want to be with her that badly?”
“But, it doesn't feel so good.”
“You know why?”
“Yeah. I just said she has-”
“I didn’t mean the family thing.”
“Then, why?”
“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”
“This is meaningful to me.”
“I meant a healthy meaningful.”
“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.
“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”
“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”
“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”
“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”
”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”
“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.
“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.
After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.
“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”
“Helene. That's none of your business.”
“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.
“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.
“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”
“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”
“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”
“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”
“You did it on purpose?”
“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”
“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”
”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"
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randynova · 5 months ago
𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 !
𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℨ𝔲𝔨𝔬 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯
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Of course, credit to @/senjofor the gif!
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠): 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔/ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜’𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟
𝐴.𝑁: 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒..?). 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 - 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 [𝐸/𝐶], [𝐻/𝐶], [𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡/𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚/𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔], [𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑝/𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑚/𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛], 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
Also, I am not taking requests. I have to study for my permit but maybe I can open them before going into school. I apologize!
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Zuko wrapped his arms around your [plump/slim] waist tightly, pulling you close to him and molding his strong body with yours, sharing his body heat with your trembling form. It was unusually cold this morning but then again, the oceans you were traveling were near the Water Tribe's territory. Yet, it didn’t make you feel any better as you were used to the warm weather of the other nations.  Nonetheless, the young prince gladly embraced you in his arms.
 You stirred slightly, feeling the cool air prick your skin and you turn around and bury yourself in his chest, your arms finding their way around his torso. The warmth he radiated enveloped you immediately, a perk you found having a firebender as a partner. Though that wasn't the only perk you found useful. Zuko buried his nose into your hair and slipped one of his hands from your waist to stroke your hair, inhaling your calming, sweet aroma with a smile. 
You couldn't help but smile, feeling the gentle touch of your beloved on your waist and hair.  You squirmed in his grasp and stretched to pet him. One of your hands trailed to his hair, playing with his ponytail and twirling the few raven locks with nimble fingers. You heard him chuckle, loosening his grip on your waist and pulling back to gaze at your beauty, eyes full of a tender warmth. He couldn’t help the smile creeping on his face as you stared back with the same expression, a sleepy smile playing at your lips. However, he did notice the small shiver that passed through you, making you snuggle more into his thick arms. Zuko pulled the blankets from his side and gently wrapped the fabric around your shoulders. You sighed in content.
Moments like these were the ones you enjoyed the most. Ones where Zuko’s mind didn’t entirely focus on capturing the Avatar. Ones where you both appreciated each other. Ones your love for one another bloomed into an intense night of passion. 
He rests his hand below your ear and caresses your cheek with his thumb, pressing his forehead against yours. You hummed, resting against his palm and placing your own hand over his as your eyes flutter close. He pulls back and leans down, capturing your mouths with his own, your lips slowly moving against each other. The kiss seems like an eternity when in reality, it was for a few moments. Zuko pulls away, taking quick peeks at you before delving back in.
Once again Zuko presses his lips against yours quickly, syncing in a fervent, heated kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. Zuko groans, his hand slipping from your cheek and trailing to the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your [H/C] tresses. Both your tongues danced for dominance as your breaths mingled. The hand that held your waist soon trailed lower and grazed your bottom until his fingers wrapped around your plush thigh. He harshly grasps at your velvet skin, digging his nails in as he hooks your leg around him. You gasp, his hand brushing across too close to your sacred area, sending small waves of shock through you. Zuko overpowered you quickly and you let his skilled tongue explore your wet cavern once again. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper, encouraging the young prince to continue his passionate endeavor. Melting against him, you grind your hips and press your mound against his stomach.
Your chest tightens with every passing moment as breathing becomes harder and harder - yet you want to continue as you feel a familiar coil tighten and wind in your stomach. It seemed Zuko didn't want to stop either, his breathing becoming rapid with his  deep groans. 
Only until the need for air became stronger than your want for more did both of you pull apart, taking shaky, shallow breaths as you took in the fresh air to calm the burning fire in your lungs. 
Zuko's eyes cracked open and he was met with your smile. The smile he grew to crave and look forward to every day and night. The smile that made his heart pound wildly against his ribcage and heat rush to his face. Everyday and every passing moment he spent with you made this journey worthwhile, knowing that no matter what happened, he had you.
 Zuko sometimes found himself wishing to finally capture the avatar so both of you could return home; home where you two could finally settle down and he could spoil you like the queen you are. 
Zuko chuckled, shaking his head. He couldn’t understand how he let his mind wander when you were here in front of him, waiting. He lets go of your thigh, moving it aside as he quickly pushes you on your back. 
Zuko hovers over your frame and he slides in-between your thighs, interlocking your legs around his torso. He leans forward and his forearms rest on both sides of your head.
"[Name]...," Zuko whispers, his amber eyes boring into your own. "I love you… so much." He wastes no time to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He leans in and presses kisses against your neck, nibbling at your delicate skin. 
"Mmm, I-I love you too, Zuko…!" You mewl, hands grasping his shoulders, your head tilting to give him more space.
The door slammed open, a crewmate running in with a tense, frightened expression on his face, and a very tired and panting Iroh following behind, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He held up his hand, trying to get a word out before he finally stood up. However, both stopped and looked at the scene before them with pure shock written on their faces. 
A couple. 
In bed
Zuko quickly lowered his body, encasing you with his arms, attempting to cover your nude form with his own from the other males’ sight. You could hear Zuko’s heart pounding loudly against his ribcage, his chest quickly rising and falling as he let out a deep growl. “What did I say about walking in without knocking?!” He snapped, glaring at his uncle and the soldier who dared come in in the privacy of his own room. The two men stayed silent, still flabbergasted at the sight before them as their cheeks turned a bright pink hue. 
Zuko couldn't believe it. They knew the rules yet still broke them, disobeying his orders to never come in no matter what. He feared a situation like this would happen and as if someone hated him, it happened at the worst possible times. 
He peered down and noticed the [pale/tan/dark/etc.] skin of your shoulders peeking through the gap of his arms. He growled. Zuko balanced himself on one arm and grabbed the blanket, pulling it higher to cover your nude figure even more - even if it meant he was slowly uncovering his lower half.
How careless could he be that he let another man see his beloved in such an intimate moment?! "I deliberately ordered you all to never enter my room no matter what! I want you two out!"
Iroh and the soldier snapped out of their shocked states and nodded. "A-Apologies, my prince!" The soldier stammered, taking a hasty step backwards as he began to wilt under the prince's glare. "It won't happen again!"
"I said out!!!" Zuko shouts, shaking in his bed. You trace patterns on his chest, a small attempt to calm him down. It works, for a moment. Zuko glances down at you quickly before his burning gaze shifts back to the other two. Both men quickly make their way outside the room to avoid the boy's wrath any further. The crewmate’s eyes were glued to the floor as he stiffly left. However, Iroh stayed in the doorway for a few seconds, peering over his shoulder with a smirk. "Prince Zuko, my nephew, I hope you're taking extra precautions during… times like this. If you're not, I advise that you do." With that, the old general left and closed the door, leaving red-faced Zuko with a frown.
"Tch, I can't even enjoy a moment of privacy without someone disrupting me!" Zuko hissed, settling down back onto the bed as he grumbled incoherently under his breath. He stared at you with ablazed, guilty eyes, his eyebrows knitted together as the frown never left but softened. "They even dared not turn away at the sight of a nude woman… Agh, I'm sorry, my firefly, for their intrusiveness. I'll make sure it won't happen again." 
You sigh and push your body up, wrapping the blanket around you to cover your body. You smile at your beloved, reaching a hand out to caress his face.  "Don't worry, Zuko. It's fine, alright? You were there to cover me and protect me, plus with how this situation played out, I doubt they'll think twice about barging in."
Zuko chuckles and wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling your arm to him. You stumble with a yelp and land on his chest, his hands resting on your hips as you basically straddle him. He smirks and you roll your eyes. "I guess we better take Uncle Iroh's advice, huh?" You purr, resting your head on his chest with a smile. You could feel his breath hitch and hear him stumble over his own words.
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Schoolboy crush
Pairing: James Potter x reader
Warnings: mentions of bullying? Fluff?
AN: this is an old scrap with a little bit of editing I just wanted to post something special for you guys because it’s been a while so here it is, though it’s not my best 💖
With several books in your arms, you made your way over to the table your friends sat noisily at, laughing quietly to yourself at their antics.
“Boys, do us all a favour and shut up before we get kicked out AGAIN yeah?” You say teasingly as you take a seat across from James and beside Remus, who nods frantically at the suggestion.
“Lighten up y/l/n. We won’t be kicked out, I promise you that.” James says as he nearly falls off of his chair when Sirius shoves him. You sigh tiredly as they go into one of their playful fights, practically wrestling each other to the ground.
A moment later, a very infuriated looking Filch storms over, mrs Norris in tow behind him.
“Out! All of you!” He hisses, grabbing the two boys by the arm and dragging them to the door, glaring to you and Remus to follow suite.
You stand, gathering your things and walk to the door, giving the rambunctious Gryffindor boys a knowing look.
“What was that again James? We won’t get kicked out?” You tease with a smirk and he scoffs.
“That doesn’t bloody well count! Filch throws anyone out for breathing too bloody loud.” He argues as Remus joins the group and you begin to walk towards the common room.
“Mm hm. How have you not yet been kicked out of the dorm exactly?” You ask with a smile and he rolls his eyes.
“Because professor McGonagall loves the star quidditch player.” He says with a cocky grin, making you roll your own eyes.
“Or perhaps because she knows no one but her could handle potter.” Sirius offers with a grin of his own, making you laugh.
“I believe that a hell of a lot more.” You agree.
Before long after teasing and laughing with the marauders you arrive back at the common room.
“It’s bloody boring in here y/l/n.” James groans as he and Sirius flop themselves onto the couch.
“We have assignments to work on Potter. It’s not my fault you’d rather act like imbeciles.” You giggle, sitting down across from them, resting your legs over Remus’ lap. He looks up in surprise, clearly too enthralled in his book to have noticed you sit down. For a moment you think you see a look of discomfort flash across James’ face but it disappears as fast as it had appeared.
“It’s not like we have the books with us anyway. You left them in the library.” Sirius points out and you sigh, remembering he’s right.
“Alright fine. I suppose we could go and hang out by the quidditch pitch or something.” You groan and the boys cheer, chanting your last name playfully and making you giggle.
“Only if I can invite Evans.” You add and they all exchange a quick look, mostly to James before responding with a happy yes.
You’d become friends with Lily at the same time as you had the Marauders and the two of you quickly became extremely close and two of the only people capable of taming the wild boys.
“Hurry up y/l/n!” Sirius says, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you out the door with the rest of them, causing a fit of giggles as he drags you down the halls.
“Slow down.” You shriek between laughs but he doesn’t listen until you’re all outside.
“You’re all mad. You’re lucky I love you.” You giggle, slinging your arm around Sirius’ shoulder.
You analyze the group and your eyes stop on James for a second, noticing the annoyed twitching of his lip. Your brows furrow in confusion but you shake it off, turning your attention back to the group as a whole.
“What exactly are we doing?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
“We are going to have some fun.” Sirius said with a smirk, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the map a second later.
“Nope.” You say, looking at them as though they’re all insane.
“Oh come on y/l/n. Live a little! It’ll be bloody good fun I tell you that much.” He responds, pulling you into his side in a sort of hug.
“Anything to do with that map is bad news.” You singsong first the thousandth time. They were used to it at this point, knowing you were quite overprotective of them.
“Well no one ever said you have fun with good news.” Sirius counters with a shrug.
You sigh before responding. “Alright I suppose just this once I will use the map with you loons.” You cave, raising your hands in the air in defeat.
“You’re quite easily defeated today y/l/n. It’s kind of funny but why?” James asks, looking to you with concern.
“I’m bored and you’re all fairly entertaining.” You say with a small shrug. “Besides, I don’t fancy fighting you on everything.” You add and he smiles and nods.
The five of you sit down in the grass, basking in the sunshine while Sirius and James inspect the map laid out in front of them.
“What are you even looking for?” You ask, somewhat amused.
James holds up a finger to silence you, keeping his eyes on the map intently.
“There’s Evans! And she’s with Snivillus.” He says with a small smirk, jabbing a finger on their footprints and names frantically.
“He does have an actual name, you do realize?” You ask, crossing your arms.
“Fancy going to have some fun with him?” Sirius asks, smirking back to James deviously.
You sigh, laying back in the grass with a grunt of annoyance.
Snape wasn’t a friend to you in any way but you knew Lily cared for him so you often found yourself coming to his defence in the boys pranks.
“You boys are ridiculous. What exactly do you even have against Severus?” You ask, turning your head to the side in their direction.
You roll your eyes as James pretends to shudder at the sound of his name. The other boys crack up laughing.
“He just bothers me.” James says with a shrug.
“And that’s a reason to harass him?” You scoff, crossing your arms.
“We aren’t HARASSING him y/n, no need to be dramatic.” Sirius promises and you roll your eyes in doubt.
“You know what let’s just leave him alone.” James says suddenly, catching your attention immediately. Everyone in the group looks over at him in surprise, unsure what to do.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Sirius asks, looking at him like he’s gone mental.
He simply shrugs. “Y/n doesn’t feel comfortable with it so neither should we.” He states simply.
You blink at him, shocked by what you just heard.
“Okayyyyy... how about we just go back to the common room then?” Remus asks unsurely.
“I suppose.” Sirius pouts, crossing his arms as the two start walking back to the school.
As you go to follow behind, James gently grabs your wrist, pulling you back.
“Y/n and I will catch up.” He tells them as they look over at you curiously. Sirius raises an eyebrow at him and Remus’ eyes go wide, making you even more confused.
The two continue on their way with a shrug from each of them, causing you to turn towards James with your arms crossed over your chest and an eyebrow arched upwards in curiousity.
“James? Is everything alright?” You ask, knawing on your lip nervously.
“Hm? Oh! Yeah, everything is uh... everything is fine.” He replies with a smile tugging his lips.
Your lips quirk into a playful one of your own, nearly giggling at the sight of him so different from usual.
“Cat’s got your tongue then Potter?” You tease, your grin spreading wider as he chuckles a bit to himself.
“No, no. I just... bloody hell, I just needed to say that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” He blurts, eyes nearly as wide as Remus’ were just moments ago.
You stare at him in surprise.
Never once had you noticed him show such feelings towards you.
“I-I thought you were into Evans?” You ask unsurely, wondering if it may be a prank set up by the rest of the boys and him.
“I am. I mean was! I don’t know! I can’t tell when my feelings for her ended but I know they died a while ago. Ever since I saw you, I’ve liked you. I never stood a bloody chance so I gave up and started pining after Lily.” He admits, his face a rosie tint of embarrassment.
“James... I-I don’t know what to say. I-I’ve never noticed.” You admit yourself, feeling slightly overwhelmed with emotions.
Though you’d always found James attractive all around, you never believed he’d return the feelings. When he started talking about Lily, you gave up on it and tried to move on.
“I know you didn’t. You were kind of oblivious.” He says with a small laugh.
You blush a little, a soft smile on your own face.
“But... why would you be in love with me?” You ask with a frown.
“Because you bother me you loon.” He says jokingly, a grin on his face. When you look at him with a deeper frown, the grin falls.
He looks at you in shock. “Blimey y/n, you’re serious? Merlin, how could I not be? Your laugh, your smile, the way you light up in class. The way you treat everyone with such kindness. You have a huge heart of gold. You light up a room whenever you enter it.” He starts listing, smiling at you giddily.
You giggle as his list continues, the already there blush deepening every reason he adds.
“God y/n, you’re the best person I know. How could I not love you?” He finishes.
“I-I uh... don’t really know what to say-.” You stammer, staring into his desperate eyes with your own.
“You know what, just forget I said anything. Merlin, I can’t believe I admitted that.” He mutters, his face in his hands.
“No! James, I’m- I’m glad you did.” You say hesitantly, a coy smile fighting its way onto your lips.
“Oh? And why’s that?” He teases, making you giggle.
“Because I might even kind of return the feeling?” You say a little unsurely.
In truth, you were confused by your feelings. You’d given up on your crush on James long ago and the idea of him returning the feeling made you feel happy and special but you also felt like maybe your own feelings wouldn’t be as strong as they had been before.
You didn’t want to hurt James ever and if you broke his heart by not feeling the same, you just knew you’d never forgive yourself.
“Really?” He asks, sounding more scared than you’d ever heard James sound in the entirety of the time you’d known him.
“Yeah... yeah really.” You respond with a smile, reaching over and gently kissing him. He jumps back in shock but quickly recovers and kisses back.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since the day we met y/l/n.” He whispers, holding your face in his hands.
You chuckle softly. “No you haven’t.” You argue.
“Yes- well no, I guess I haven’t but that seemed like the romantic thing to do.” He admits, making you giggle as you lean in for another kiss.
“James Potter, you will be the absolute death of me.” You sigh blissfully, content as he toys with the ends of your hair, teasing you like he always had but with a more obvious sense of joy and admiration in his eyes.
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plentyoffandoms · a day ago
Hey lady...loving the Sweetest Taboo stories....Can I get #19 with my Eddie Bear? 👑💛❤💋
Riding (18+)
Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
I hope you like it and thank you so much. 💜
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ The Sweetest Taboo Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist
#19 A woman who is confident when she’s on top is fucking sexy.
Being with Eddie for so long has changed my life. Before I met him I was this quiet shy person who never really talked to anyone.
I enjoyed my own company more than the company of other people but that all changed when I met Eddie.
I started to work for AEW as the Social Media Coordinator and the very first day Eddie and I met, we were hooked on one another.
We started off as friends of course but our relationship progressed until one day he just kissed me.
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From the first touch of his lips on mine I knew I didn't want to be with anyone else and we have been together ever since.
Eddie has not only opened my eyes to the outside world but also in our private lives as well. Before him, I was only with a few men who I know consider very boring when it comes to sex.
With Eddie, he has shown me many things to love about myself. He has shown me that what I may see as a blemish on my body, he considers to be beautiful.
Eddie has brought out a side of me in the bedroom that I never thought possible. For anything new we try, we talk things through first and we walk through my fears or questions.
He is understanding if I am not comfortable about doing something yet or if I need to do some of my own research on it. He has come home many times to me watching porn to see how my body should be in a certain position.
But one position I was never comfortable with was me being on top. I don't know why but every time I think about me on top, I just laugh.
I have no idea if he would find that sexy and never brought it up until he brought it up a few days before his birthday.
"I want you to ride me YN."
"I don't want you to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me. I will help you love even though I think you will be a natural."
I wrapped my arms around myself and started to bite my lip. Eddie cupped my face with his hands and had me look into his eyes.
"Hey hey, none of that now gorgeous. What has you so worried."
"I just see women and men on top riding in videos and I don't know if I can do it." I told him truthfully.
"A woman who is confident when she’s on top is fucking sexy."
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I went to open my mouth but Eddie continued. "And you YN LN are the most sexiest woman alive and you can do it baby girl. I trust you not to hurt me but I also don't want you to do anything you are uncommon doing."
And Eddie didn't bring it up again but now it is his birthday. We are away from home and we did what ever he wanted for his birthday.
We had a huge dinner with our friends at the restaurant of his choice and he had so many gifts that I knew we were going to have trouble getting them all on the plane. I guess I will have to mail them to us as it will be easier.
I got Eddie a pair of new boots, a new chain and a few shirts but I have one more gift that I can't give him until we are alone. The two of us walked to the hotel that we were staying at as it wasn't far from the restaurant.
Once we were in our nice warm hotel room, Eddie pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "Thank you for a great birthday baby."
"You are welcome but I still have more gift to give you before it ends."
"Probably will bey favourite gift of all." He said as he slapped my ass and gripped it. Oh yeah, tonight is going to be fun.
"Get undressed baby and lay flat on the bed." The words were barely out of my mouth and Eddie was stripping.
I got undressed as well and watched my man get in the position I want him in. "Close your eyes handsome." Eddie did with a cocky smirk on his face.
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Eddie Kingston's POV:
I have no idea what YN has planned but fuck I can't wait. I can feel the bed dip slightly as she got on at the edge of the bed.
Her hands were on my legs as she rubbed them and slowly moved her way up my body. With my eyes closed, this is a whole new experience.
I thought she was going to stop at my dick but she didn't. It felt like she was shifting her position and she got on her knees.
I can feel her legs on either side of me now as she is now pretty much dragging her body up mine.
The two of us moaned when her pussy made contact with my cock but she didn't stop, oh no, she continued to drag her very wet pussy up my body until she lifted herself somewhat.
"Open your eyes birthday boy." I opened my eyes and they were met with my gorgeous woman hovering above me. Her wet, dripping pussy a mere few inches from my mouth.
I didn't wait one more second. I gripped her waist and latched mouth onto her pussy. She almost lost her balance and had to grip the head board as I ate her out.
"Shit Eddie, oh fuck." The little gasps and whines leaving her mouth were driving me crazy.
I ate her out for who knows how long. "So close Eddie." I went to continue the same pace but she told me to stop. I thought I did something wrong and started to say sorry.
"You did not wrong baby, just have another suprise for you." I relaxed again and helped her get off the bed.
My breath hitched when I saw her climb back onto the bed, but this time her pussy hovering over my cock.
The head of my cock was grazing her pussy and she whimpered as she slowly took me in. "Happy birthday Eddie."
My mouth was hanging open at this new feeling. Yeah I have been in all her holes over and over again but never with her on top.
I felt like I am reaching new spots in her pussy and she took me all in. Once she was seated I couldn't help but moan her name.
"Ride me baby girl. Fuck YN, such a great birthday. Love you." I said as I pulled her down to me for a kiss.
She placed her hands on my chest and slowly started to ride me as we kissed. "Love you too handsome." She said against my lips.
YN sat up straighter and started to bounce on me, my hands reaching up and grabbing her bouncing tits.
She is a gorgeous but with her riding me, her mouth is open, her eyes closed and her head flung back is probably the sexiest she has ever looked.
"So close Eddie."
"Me too baby."
YN seemed to go faster as the two of us chased our highs. She stopped moving and the chanted my name over and over again as her pussy started to spasm around my cock.
I gripped her hips and thrust up into a few times and I groaned as I came. YN collapsed on my chest and I wrapped her in my arms as the two of us laid there, with my softening cock still inside her pussy.
"Hapy birthday baby." And what a fantastic birthday it was.
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Imagine: Being from Earth, but waking up in Middle Earth, and being found by Thranduil. [x]
Thranduil: Who are you and what are you doing here? You are lucky I am so kind as to bring you in here. Y/N: I... I don’t know... Thranduil: What do you mean you don’t know? Y/N: I... I was in my home one minute and now I’m here- I’m from [Your/City]... But this doesn’t even look like Earth... Thranduil: Earth? You mean Middle Earth?
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stillprocessingthots · 4 months ago
Y/N, seductively: Come over and play with me later
Yelena, excited: okay
Y/N, gets ready to get naked as Yelena bursts into the room
Y/N: Are you ready?
Yelena, handing a bunch of shit to Y/N: I didn’t know if you liked legos or knives, so I brought both.
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allfiguredout · 2 months ago
She’s Sleeping!
Yelena Belova X Fem!Reader
Warning: Mild language, some suggestive things
Prompt: You fell asleep in Yelena’s arms and Yelena does everything in her power to make sure you stay there. Even if it means silently fighting the avengers.
WC: 757
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A/N: sorry if this is short. I kinda thought of this at 11pm and I have to be awake in a couple of hours.
You were fast asleep in her arms, head laying on her chest, hands resting around her waist. The warmth you radiated and the tingling feeling every time you breathed sent shivers down Yelena’s spine. There was no way in hell she was going to ruin something so peaceful like this.
“Hey, Y/N!”
Well, your teammates begged to differ. Sam calls out for you from across the hall. The moment he comes into view, Yelena pulls out her knife and throws it at him. It barely misses his cheek as it sticks to the wall behind.
Yelena could only mouth her words. “She is sleeping.” Her expressions were clearly angry towards the Captain.
When Sam eyes you laying on Yelena’s shoulder, a grin spreads his face. He raises his hand to apologize before walking away.
Yelena sighs in relief, as she watches Sam disappears from the hall she turns to look at you once more, making sure you were still fast asleep. To her happiness, you were. She gently cups your cheek, looking at every single feature on your face trying to memorize it. The way your face relaxes when you sleep creates a twinkle in her eyes, a feeling that causes the ends of her lips to curl up into a smile.
It only seems the moment gets ruined once more as footsteps start trailing towards the area. Her guard is immediately up, the knife ready to be launched if that person dared to make a sound.
Unfortunately, the person who decides to walk through was none other than Natasha. She had a sly grin on her face when she sees her little sister cuddling with you.
Yelena mouths back, glaring harshly. “Don’t you dare.”
If Natasha was someone like Steve, she would’ve let the two of you live in peace. But because Natasha was always acting like a little shit around her sister, Yelena knew this was going to end up in a night.
“Leave us alone!” Yelena mouths.
Not even bother to whisper, she points at the two of you. “What, Yelena? I can't hear you?”
“Natasha!” Yelena hisses through her teeth.
“Yes, that’s my name.”
It takes all of Yelena’s power to not lurch at her sister. For if she did, she would definitely wake you up and she would lose the warmth on your chest.
“I’m happy to see that you two still have all your clothes on.”
“Stop-“ Yelena keeps hissing.
“I know you’ve thought about it before. You have a dirty mind anyway-“
“Natasha, stop.” With each word, Yelena’s voice begins to get progressively louder and louder.
“I’m just saying-“
“Эта сука,” Yelena grumbles.
“Language, Lena! That’s so foul!”
Yelena only boils over, throwing a knife right at her sister. Luckily Natasha dodges it in time as it hits the back wall with a loud thud. A thud so louder that your evened breathing hitches and your eyes shoot open. Great.
“Oh no, you woke Y/N up!” Natasha mocks.
Yelena glares heavily at her sister. Meanwhile, you were trying to understand what the hell just happened.
“Lena?” You call.
Natasha had already walked away by the time Yelena could point fingers.
“Sorry, детка.” She says. “Natasha was just being annoying. I tried to make sure you didn’t wake up.”
You life her head from her chest, running your eyes to adjust to the scene around you. “Don’t worry, Len. It’s not your fault Natasha inherited the annoying bug that all the avengers contracted.” You quip jokingly.
You try to wiggle away from her, but she only pouts, holding you by the waist, preventing you from getting up. “No!” She pouts. “Stay here! You were so comfortable.”
You lightly giggle at her response, turning your body so you take her hands from your waist. “Lena we’ve been on the couch for two hours.”
“That’s not enough time!” She complains.
“Oh come on. Who says we’re not going to stop cuddling,” you reply. “Let’s just take this to my room? We can cuddle there and there will be no one to bother us. I can have FRIDAY lock the room too.”
Yelena’s eyes light up. “Really?”
You gently place a kiss on her nose. “You act like we’ve never done this before.”
“Shut up,” she says. “I like your cuddles.”
You help pull her up from the couch. But before you could lead to the room, she pulls you in for a kiss. You instantly melt into it, arms wrapping around her neck.
“I love you, Yelena.”
“I love you most, детка.”
Thanks for reading this short one! Sorry if I haven’t posted much this month, I’ve been slowly readjusting to uni and time isn’t as readily available as it used to be. But I tried my best. Anyways, I hope you have a great day/night, and may you always stay safe. If you need anything, I’m always right here! :) -Bolts
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an-angel-in-the-garden · 3 months ago
This is a masterlist it will be long sorry and I'm now on AO3 I will be uploading some of my work from here to there just in case!
Rules and Fandoms I add things to these list often so please keep checking being you request! ps I just changed my whole fandom list please read and everything under the cut are fandoms I no longer write for.
Alucard fluff
Jealous Alucard nsfw and sfw
Alucard realizing he's fallen for someone
Valdcard headcanons
Relationship headcanons with the Iscariot organization
Pros and Cons to dating Alucard
Alucard's s/o wants to stay up for him
Alucard's s/o likes play fighting
Readers insecure about Alucard's past lovers
Raihan with an ice type trainer
Guzma with a fairy like s/o
Guzma first date
Avery date night
Melony and soft intimacy nsfw
Gordie with a workaholic s/o
Is That Jealousy I See multi fandom
Wicke headcanons nsfw and sfw
Sesshomaru nsfw headcanons
Reader who's embarrassed by intimacy's
Romancing some Slashers
Seeking affection
Sidon soulmate au part 1 and part 2
Is That Jealousy I See multi fandom
Dandelion Wishes Brought To You
Jihae dating headcanons
Obey Me!
Dating the Obey Me boys
Mermaid s/o
Genshin Impact
Soft hours fluff
Loki soulmate au part 1 part 2 part 3 and part 4
Assassination Classroom
Is That Jealousy I See multi fandom
Persona 5
Puppy love Ryuji Fic
Ryuji's super soft boyfriend
General dating headcanons- Ann Makoto Futaba Haru
General dating headcanons- Hifumi Sae Takemi
Akechi helping reader for through the stages of grief
Jareth nsfw headcanons
Thigh Riding nsfw
Rough sex nsfw
Jareth comforting gn reader on their period
Kiss on the cheek
Dabi relationship headcanons
Dabi with a pastel S/O
Hawks nsfw headcanons
Yandere Shigaraki
Dabi with a wolf s/o nsfw and sfw
Aizawa sfw and nsfw
Bakugo with a rival s/o
Aizawa and Yagi comforting a s/o
Class 1A with a wolf quirk reader who wears a muzzle
Class 1A with a mute reader
Aizawa holding his kid for the first time
Aizawa whos s/o has a chronic illness
Lov with a reader who doesn't care about being a hero
Reader stealing Bakugou's sweatshirt
Deku s/o has dark humor
Chef Bakugo x Co-star reader
Bakugou with a skateboarder s/o
Class 1A with a reader drinking to much monster
Aizawa with an ex villain
Hugs from Aizawa
Dating Gang Orca in UA
Todoroki and Deku with a s/o who struggles with words
Oc summer fun
Deku s/o hides their emotions
Deku with a s/o who doesn't understand emotions
Gremlin reader part 1 and part 2
Hajime nsfw headcanons
Meeting Izuru Kamakura
Kyoko Sonia Akane with a male s/o
outpost!Michael Langdon dating headcanons
New start I might come back to nanbaka
Monster oc and part 1 and part 2
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thewitchandtheassassin · 3 months ago
Pinky Promise (Kara Danvers x Reader)
Summary: Can you do Kara Danvers with #8-blue? (Trust and security)
Words: 785
Warnings: None?
A/N: Before anyone says this is unrealistic, this test is actually one I unintentionally started years ago. I just recently told my girlfriend about it because she’s the first person who’s ever not failed. And while it might not be the most accurate test, I still hold the belief I do about it.
Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife​ @natasha-danvers​ @aaron-despair​ @username23345 @xjiasx​ @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr​ @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett​ @hayleyokami @lostandsearching​ @b-5by5​​ ​
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You weren’t entirely sure when it had become a thing. A secret theory that you silently upheld against all of your would-be partners despite having never meant for it to become one. It had started as a simple observation that snowballed into a realization. And now you couldn’t seem to not judge based upon this silly, unspoken test, even when you tried to ignore it.
Because every person you’d ever dated – maybe even loved – had failed and almost every relationship crumbled for almost identical reasons.
You’d never told your exes about the rule, because most of them had already failed before the opportunity arose and it seemed in bad taste to mention it after the fact.
(And obviously mentioning it beforehand would give an advantage they didn’t need.)
So you simply kept the test to yourself and watched. Offering your pinky in jest and noting how every friend and partner responded. Either mocking you openly or finding loopholes, each person failed spectacularly and you learned to expect the inevitable downfalls, a single thought in mind.
If they’re willing to break such an innocent thing or – god forbid – find loopholes, what else would they be willing to do later on?
Until you met Kara.
With her bright eyes and hopeful smile, she’d crashed into your life unexpectedly. She’d been doing an article on the shelter you often volunteered at after work, collecting comments and interviews from some of the full time staff when she’d bumped into you. Truthfully, it’d felt like slamming into a boulder but she was so sweet and apologetic that you couldn’t bring yourself to complain.
Besides, how awkward it would be to try and stammer out a joke about her physique when she clearly worked out.
She’d even taken you out to dinner to make it up to you, pretending to be oblivious despite the fact she’d heard your bones groan the moment she’d knocked into you. Though you didn’t know that until later.
It didn’t take much for your friendship to bubble into something more and the test was, unfortunately, enacted without your conscious realization until the words had already fallen out.
“Pinky promise you won’t touch my potstickers?” you teased, offering the woman your finger playfully.
The second the words escaped, you genuinely regretted them. If Kara – kind, gentle Kara Danvers – laughed at your gesture or broke it, you would probably burst into tears and become a hermit. You’d hoped to never mention it to her and carry on without the stupid test filling you with dread, but of course you had to open your mouth.
Kara’s eyes widened and she glanced at your extended digit worriedly. “That’s not fair.”
Blinking, your brow arched in confusion. “Huh?”
“I can’t break a pinky promise and I don’t want to let you down but it’s potstickers, (Y/N),” Kara whined pitifully, staring longingly at all that remained on your plate. “That’s mean!”
After a moment of silence, her deliberating and you stunned beyond words, she regretfully hooked her finger around yours and sighed.
“They’ll be here when you get back,” she promised.
Stumbling off the couch, you nearly staggered into her bathroom as you tried to catch your breath. She’d unknowingly passed the first part but your heart was in your stomach at the idea of walking back out to an empty plate. Potstickers were Kara’s favorite and she’d stolen plenty from Alex in the time you’d been around them.
Surely they’d be gone by your return.
Inhaling deeply, you strolled back into the living room and froze as your heart completely stopped beating for a split second. Kara was gazing forlornly at your plate – the same plate still full of potstickers – with her arms crossed and lower lip quivering as she pouted.
She peered over at you, her pout melting into a frown as she studied you. “Are you okay?”
Squeaking, you nodded, the lump in your throat so large you were terrified you wouldn’t be able to swallow, let alone speak. “Uh huh.”
Her eyes drifted over you, probably searching for a reason for your distressed expression, before meeting yours. “I didn’t touch your potstickers…”
Maybe that simple phrase broke you or maybe it stitched you back together – you’d never really know – but you were straddling the blonde before either of you realized it, mouths slamming together so hard it made your lips ache but you didn’t care. Didn’t care they’d likely be swollen. Didn’t care that she probably thought you were crazy.
She passed.
“Can I please have your potstickers?” she mumbled against your lips as the kiss softened into a mere brushing of mouths, earning a heartfelt laugh that seemed to echo long after it ended.
“Yeah... you can.”
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fandomout · 4 months ago
Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕
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Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth
@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!
Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊
Lip realizes his mistake
After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.
Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“
"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.
“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”
“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”
“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”
“Not fair. I’m not done.”
“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.
“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”
“What stuff?”
“Like like-I have to take a piss.”
“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”
Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.
With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."
"Wha?" Kev asks.
"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”
“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”
“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.
Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.
In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.
“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.
“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.
“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”
“Lip, you are an idiot!”
“What for?!”
“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.
“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”
”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”
He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.
“I found the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.
He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”
”Fiona? What does she know?”
“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”
“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.
“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.
“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.
You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.
“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”
“But, Y/N-”
“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.
“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.
You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”
“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”
“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.
“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.
“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”
"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.
"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”
“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”
“Really?” He whimpered.
“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”
“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”
“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”
“Whatever you wa-”
“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”
“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, so relieved.”
“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”
“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.
“There’s a smile.”
“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”
“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”
“What about your pro-”
“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”
“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”
“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”
“Where did you get that?”
“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”
“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”
“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.
“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”
“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”
Hope your day got better
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A Siren Way To Love {1}
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【Character mention】↬
Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Mitsuki
The siren prince, who is short-tempered and arrogant.
An outcast, who is timid and frequently overreacting.
Both different in persona and status but had the same goal,
and that is to find a mate of their own.
There are plenty of fish in the sea
But what if they are attracted to the same “fish”?
Will they fight each other for the sake of her?,
Who knows? Perhaps, even for a mermaid.
Bad grammar, Swearing (Bakugou’s being Bakugou)
ʚ ♡ ɞ Word Count : 2.3k ʚ ♡ ɞ All visuals are made by me ʚ ♡ ɞ This is my first time writing this stuff so please bare with me
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Roaming in the deep blue ocean.. All by himself... How ironic for a prince who’s suppose to have a mate of his own by this time, but he is no ordinary prince, his name is Bakugou Katsuki, a siren to be exact.
Usually, a siren’s courting is by gifting and singing but by singing, they will get more chance of acceptance by others. He’s been rejecting gifts that were made from hearts, even from other royalties. He never once said any compliment to anyone who tries to seduce him by singing their heart out.
No siren that he had ever met has ever impressed him. Some of them were plain and boring, while sirens with royalty are too annoying and bratty. Oh, how his mother wish for some siren to steal his heart but knowing her hot headed so, it won’t happen much sooner...
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“I’m not impressed enough, fucking leave, now!” Bakugou says to a siren.
The girl stops and angrily swims away, with shame. Another rejected siren among others who are waiting for their turn to be called. Bakugou sighed in his throne, and his personal guard noticed his distress.
Kirishima Eijirou, He is a red tailed siren, with a black shade at the end of the tail. His spiky hair and eyes are also red, the only differences that he has a very sharp teeth which no siren usually doesn’t born with it.
For so long, a few sirens and mermaids were chosen to inherited an ability of their own, they call them "quirks" and it's very rare. Kirishima and Bakugou are on of them along with Bakugou's parents. Kirishima was chosen as Bakugou’s personal guard a few years ago and he’s been his side for so long, he could say that they’re practically buddies.
“Heyy! Bakubro-“
“What is it, shitty hair?! “ Bakugou cut him.
Kirishima knows why is he being very explosive these last few days. His mother, Bakugou Mitsuki, the queen, makes him taking part of a singing competition in this very palace of underwater scheme. Allowing her son to find a better chance of a potential mate before his coronation as the king of his kind, his father’s role.
That’s why he’s been sitting here, listening instead of training with dunce face and shitty hair, which they are also nicknames that he gave them apparently.
“I know you’re mad about this arrangement, so why don’t we take a stroll outside the castle? To take your mind off, you know?”
Bakugou looks at Kirishima with his knitted eyebrows and say “Fine, I fuckin’ need it anyway. I’m going to find dunce face first”
“Sweet! Alright folks, off you guys go. The prince need some time alone” Kirishima announced.
One by one, the sirens left Bakugou and Kirishima alone. Bakugou and Kirishima swam from door to door, hallway to hallway and finally, reach his room.
Inside his room, A siren with a yellow tail and yellow hair with black lighting mark, sitting on the prince’s vanity. Kaminari Denki, the “dunce face” that Bakugou was talking about before.
He was also chosen the same day as Kirishima as Bakugou’s personal guard. He had inherited a quirk called “Electrification" which can gave the user the ability to electrify enemies and stun them.
“Finally! Was it fun?! I bet the sirens are pretty! So.. did you find the one that you’ve been looking for? Hmm??” Kaminari teased.
Bakugou respond “Tsk! I didn’t ask for a stupid mate or any of this arrangement! I just want to- “
“Bakubro needs a break and I need you to help me to cheer him up!” Kirishima cut with a much happier tone to stop Bakugou from blowing up.
“Ah! Our prince need our help? Alright then, off to the city we go!”
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The city is bustling as usual.. complete with some withered seaweeds, various kinds of colourful corals, seashells and bioluminescent fishes, big and small, roaming around the city. The city is located in between the cliffs, built in the shallow of the ocean, such a sight to see for anyone in particular, except for a certain blond hair.
They’ve wandered the city for a while now, but the prince’s demeanour still hasn’t changed since the fucked up contest. Even strolling out in the city didn’t make him any more relieved, not with the sirens who still dare to bother him.
“Can we just go? I’d rather piss off somewhere else than taking a damn stroll in this fucking city with a bunch of losers trying to fucking court me!” shouts bakugou.
“Oh come on! Relax, won’t you look around? There’re so many things that you can take your mind off for!” Kirishima replied.
“Really? How about the time when one of them just gave me a goddamn gift?! That was just 10 minutes ago!” Bakugou retorted back at him.
“Well, we can go somewhere else if you-“
“Heyy~~ cutie! You look pretty as always!” flirts Kaminari to a siren with short hair
“You again? Just drop it already, won’t you?” the short hair girl responds with a rather sharp glare
“Aww, you remembered me! That has to be something, right?” Kaminari responded back
“Kaminari! Stop making fushes, bakubro need our help. Remember?” Kirishima stopped his friend from bringing any more attention to the sirens thoughout the seaway
“All right, all right! I’ll see you later, darling!” waved denki
“Now about th- hey, w-where’s bakugou?!”
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He had swam away from the city for a while, wanting to cool himself down.
“Why do I have to find a mate?! I can just lead the castle myself, I clearly don’t need anyone!” He mumbled angrily to himself. The blonde was clearly annoyed about the thought of being or even marrying a random nobody, an extra or some bratty royals that he could ever think of!
All he ever wanted is to peacefully have his own way of leading his kind, alone. Nobody as he could ever think of is as equal for him. He is not gifted with fairytale bullshit where he founds his true love, that’s not going to happen any time soon.
As he keeps swimming along the open seabed, with thoughts running in his thick mind.. he hears something.. or rather someone, singing?.. He paused for a moment, his mind’s still processing. He didn’t know why but he had the urge to follow the voice, like he was enchanted by it.
Allured by the soft and gentle tune, the prince follows the mysterious voice, swimming along the ocean flow. Under the influence of the unknown voice, finally he reach the source of his curiosity.
A mermaid?! In the siren’s territory? The sirens and mermaids used to had a powerful bond, however, since the great war that occurred a long time ago, no mermaid has ever entered the siren’s territory ever again, until now seemingly.
She has a beautiful (t/c) shaped tail and it hands are not decorated with scales of most sirens have. Completed with a silky-looking (h/c) coloured hair with little braids and adorning pair of seashells, more so ever, the odd creature hums rather wonderful, weirdly bitter noises than any siren nor any being that he ever heard.
She seems to be unaware of his presence due to the fact that she’s still sitting on the rocks with a bunch of corals and greenish seaweeds spread all over them. But if you look a little closer, her tail was actually tangled by a fishnet that was attached to the rocks. Perhaps, it is the reason why she looks upset and produced such a bitter harmony.
Seeing her with a sorrowful expression, he decided to hum a lower tune to her song while approaching her slowly, to tell her that he is not here to harm her. The mermaid was aware that a siren is swimming to her. She was afraid at first, after-all, he’s a siren for goodness sake, but hearing his rough yet soothing voice of his, she began to calm down.
When he saw her with a calm yet shy expression, his heartstrings were tugged. A funny feeling running through his body but he didn’t mind a bit. He keeps on humming while trying to find a way to cut the fishnet without hurting her fins.
Once he found it, he gently cuts the annoying fishnet using his long and sharp nails. Her tail was released and she immediately let out some happy chirps as she look at herself. How could a goddamn fishnet got in here in the first place anyway. No matter, He can worry about that later, the mermaid is way more important in this situation.
“Oi! This place is off limits especially for mermaids.” growled Bakugou.
The mermaid squeaked and hid behind one of the rocks. He really didn’t meant to scare her like that.
“Hey- grrr...listen, I’m not going to hurt you, dumb mermaid! Besides, I literally just saved your tail. Don’t I deserve a thank you?” Bakugou stated more calmly.
She hesitated, but even so, she tilted her head from the rock and said “U-um.. thank you, I would get stuck h-here forever if you didn’t save me...”
“Why are you here.. in our territory from all of the places? Your kingdom is s-supposed to be far up ahead.” asked the blonde hair. He can’t believe himself for stuttering, nonetheless in front of a fucking mermaid.
The mermaid swim away from the rock and shyly went toward him at a slow pace. “Shit, she’s even prettier up close. But she’s a mermaid! Get a grip, won’t you?” Bakugou whispered to himself.
“W-Well, I was just um- wandering! Yes, just wandering but I think I got carried away..” her voice died down.
“You think?! You’ve been going outside your shit- I mean, for how many times?! Didn’t any merfolk of yours tell you the danger of other creatures that roam around here, especially, my kind?” Bakugou said with a much more anger tone.
“But I thought you’re a nice siren.. since you helped me?” the mermaid looks dejected and start fidgeting with her hands.
Bakugou could feel the warmth of his blush as it crawled up his neck and to his cheeks. He covers his face with his hand and looked down for a second. He can’t let someone see his face in this state, mostly her from all of the people.
“Whatever... D-did you got hurt from the net or what?!” Bakugou asked after recovering himself.
“I don’t think so, I didn’t feel any pain in my tail at all!” said the mermaid with a small smile.
Bakugou didn’t believe her so he decided to get more closer to her. And he was right! When he twist her arm right side up, injuries are found, damaging her soft skin. How fucking wonderful..
“You cheeky liar, when did this happen?” Bakugou said with a concerned tone while inspecting. The arrogant prince is concerned? Fascinating.. he didn’t even realize.
“Oh! I-It must be from the rocks, I tried to pull my tail from the net but I guess I slipped and my arm got scratched” she sheepishly answered, trying not to wince from the blonde’s touch.
He looked around while searching for any material that he could use to treat her wound but it was useless, because there was nothing that can be used except for- ohh..
“Dammit.. ” said Bakugou while gritting his teeth.
“O-Oh it’s fine! I could swim back home an-“
Before she could finish her word, another voice chimed in, so much for an alone time.
A spiky red hair siren tiredly swam to both of them which alerts the little mermaid, she swiftly hid behind the prince. That really startled him.
“There you are bakubro, I’ve been looking everywhere for you- oh who’s the sweet girl behind you?” asked the sharp-toothed siren while waving at the (h/c) mermaid.
Bakugou growled and said “I was trying to get away from that noisy city we “called”, but instead, I found this mermaid caught between the rocks..” while looking at the mermaid behind him
“A m-mermaid?! Here?! Wow, I didn’t see that coming um- nice to meet you! my name is Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou’s royal guard and his buddy.” Kirishima introduced himself.
“(l/n) (y/n), n-nice to meet you too? I-I didn’t even get to know your name, Mr..?” she hesitantly asked.
“Bakugou Katsuki, that’s my fucking name. Don’t you forget the person who saved you!” said Bakugou with a more calm tone which surprised Kirishima.
“Anyway, now let’s get to the point already. Why are you here in such a goddamn hurry?” asked Bakugou with furrowed eyebrows.
“There’s an emergency, the horde came back again. Kaminari and my knights are trying to hold them. The thing is.. this time, they kinda brought someone with them.”
The little mermaid was confused. Horde? What horde? Are they under attack? But, the mermaids never once bothered them so what could it be.. As the mermaid’s questioning in her head, Bakugou snapped her.
“Oi, you have to get out of here, little mermaid. It’s not safe here.” Bakugou gesturing her to where her home is.
“B-But what about you? Will you be okay?” (y/n) asked with a concerned tone while holding one of his hand
She knows that this siren isn’t bad, like the one she met a few days ago, so her statement is true! That not all siren are heartless and cruel like the merfolk warned her about. Now that she knows, she’s afraid of him getting hurt.
“Tsk, I’ll be goddamn fine. I’m stronger and much better than those extras. Now, you listen to me and go home before anything bad happens.” Bakugou answered with a smirk. Delighted of her concerned expression, made just for him.
“O-Okay, be careful.. please.” she said before letting go of his hand. She excused herself and swam back towards the mermaid’s territory.
The two sirens also returned to their home. The prince didn’t want to part with the little mermaid but on the other hand, he also didn’t want the mermaid to be caught between their mess so he can only hope to see her again.. someday..
“Hmm, I didn’t know that you would finally found what you've been missing all these years~~, but a mermaid? Ohoho~~ I smell forbidden love story!!” Kirishima teased while swimming beside him.
Bakugou blushed and angrily trying to deny him on the way back. However, what they don’t know is that something or someone had seen and heard everything that happens, right before their very eyes..
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