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Hi ive seen you interact with the widowsledger and can I ask do you know when she will come back? Because I have been dying in waiting for her fix specially goodluck babe wich i saw you reposted😭

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Chapter 4: A Piece Of You | 4.0k

© thewidowsledger - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: The once secret, a forbidden love hidden from the world. Those stolen moments together had been thrilling, but ultimately, drove the person you truly love away from you. But when she left, she didn't just leave you; she also left you a part of herself that would constantly remind you of her for the rest of your life. This fragment of her essence became an indelible mark on your soul, shaping the course of your life in ways you never could have imagined.

You know what they say, when someone leaves, someone else will come.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: +18 ANGST, cheating, smoking, smut but it was kind of cut off so it's just smu— pls laugh guys

Author's Note: This is about to get ANGSTIER. Nat's pain is valid but is her actions justifiable? Does r deserve all that? Pls pls pls I want to have y'all's thoughts, leave it in my inbox or in the comments or else I will not continue writing this jk i'm not joking. I removed some parts here that I think would be a better use on the next chapter that will be posted in 3 weeks (I know it's gonna be a long wait, but I've got to update the mob boss au and I've got to serve some angst fics for y'all)

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You're leaning over the counter, trying to read and sign the slip for Aliah's exams. You're terrible right now, you didn't realize how private schools can be so complicated that you have to sign a permission slip before they let your daughter take an exam. Suddenly, someone peers over your shoulder.

"You don't even know what you're signing, do you?"

This bitch.

You didn't look entirely at the woman but you saw her in your peripheral vision. You returned your focus on filling up whatever paper you are filling up.

But suddenly the woman leans in closer, her musky perfume overwhelming your senses. She effortlessly points out the correct line, her long fingers tapping the paper. "Is your child a transferee?" she asked and you nodded nervously.

"Check that one, then don't write anything down here." You gulped and nodded before shakingly dragging your hands to do whatever she just said.

When everything was signed, you double checked to make sure to get everything right this time. You push it towards the clerk, who scans it quickly. "All done, Mrs. Romanoff," she says with a smile.

"Romanoff." You heard the woman behind you whisper. You finally turn to face her, your heart racing as you meet her gaze.

The woman stands tall, her blonde hair cut short and stylish, framing her square-shaped face. She's dressed in a black leather jacket, paired with jeans and combat boots, giving her an edgy, intimidating look. She holds your gaze for a moment longer before her gaze flickers to the wedding ring still on your finger. Her expression shifts slightly, becoming more calculated. "So, you're the wife of one of the big sponsors of this school? Natasha Romanoff?" She asks the question almost casually, but there's an underlying intensity in her tone. "The transportation tycoon?"

The mention of her name and the title made you feel a pang of discomfort. The word wife and the title of being Mrs. Romanoff suddenly feels like ill-fitting suits. Your marriage, after all, had been little more than a convenient arrangement—for your daughter. So you are not sure whether to confirm or not, so you just let out a small awkward smile hoping that she won't budge further about her question. And the blonde seemed to read between the lines that theories started to formulate in her mind. She was about to formally introduce herself when she saw a kid running towards your direction.

"Mommy!" She watched you scoop up a little girl that clearly is yours, giggling as you attacked her face with kisses.

Behind her was another girl, it was the blonde's niece, catching up. "Auntie!" The little girl waves, her gap-toothed smile wide. "Up!"

Without missing a beat, the blonde reaches down and scoops up the kid, tossing her playfully into the air before catching her. The kid squeals with delight. "Hey, monkey face," she says, ruffling the girl's curly hair. Then her kid glances at Aliah who was in your arms.

She grins, her eyes bright. "Auntie, this is my new friend, Aliah!" she announces proudly. You turned around so you and your daughter could face them together, then Aliah looked at the woman who was carrying her friend, her little hands waving with a grin.

Now, it's your daughter's turn to introduce her newfound friend to you, "Mommy, this is Monica!"

"Hi, Monica."

The blonde watches as you speak to Monica. She's mesmerized by the way you interact with the children, so gentle and natural. Monica giggles at your greeting, "Hi!" she chirps back, climbing down to her aunties grasp.

Aliah wriggles out of your arms, wanting to join Monica on the floor. The two girls run off together, laughing and chattering excitedly. Now, you're left standing alone with the blonde again. She clears her throat nervously, a slight flush creeping up her neck, "I hope I didn't overwhelm you with my question a while back."

You shake your head with a warm smile, waving off her apology with a casual flick of your wrist. "O-oh, no worries." Your voice is sincere, as you pull the strawberry shortcake trolley bag of your daughter towards you.

Over the years, even when Aliah wasn't transferred at this school, you had always been present and active—you're always there, quietly observing, helping when needed, but never seeking the spotlight or engaging in small talk with other parents.

You glance around the hallway, taking in the other parents chatting and laughing in small groups. This is unfamiliar territory for you. Despite your active involvement in Aliah's school life, you've managed to maintain a certain level of privacy, keeping to yourself and avoiding unnecessary interactions with others as much as possible. Especially now, being in this marriage under the convenience of your daughter and being in this new school, it has only reinforced your desire for privacy. You don't want others knowing your personal business.

"So, how is…your daughter adjusting?" her question pulled you out of your trance.

"She's doing well and she seemed to be adjusting quickly." You respond briefly, keeping your answer vague but positive. You don't elaborate further, not wanting to delve deeper into Aliah's personal life or yours and invite more questions. She seems genuinely nice. She's not trying to pry in a malicious way—she's just being friendly. But your private nature won't allow you to relax and chat casually like the others.

"That's good."

After the painfully awkward silence, there was a sudden impact of the ball against the blonde's head that made your lips twitch despite your usual guarded expression. She stumbles slightly from the impact "Oh my..." she mutters, rubbing her head.

"S-sorry…" you bashfully stuttered as she saw you trying to hold your laughter back.

But what you didn't know is that she smiles victoriously, pleased to have finally seen a crack on you. Then, she traps the ball between her feet skillfully, making you raise an eyebrow. She looks your way, catching your surprised expression. She smirks slightly, then kicks the ball high up in the air, sending it back to the students with perfect aim and unexpected strength.

"Show off." You murmured to yourself.

She overhears your quiet comment, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She adjusts the strap of her niece's bag, feigning ignorance but purposefully stepping closer to you. "Did you say something?" she asks teasingly, obviously enjoying your rare slip of emotion.

"N-no…" You giggled softly, you looked at her and she smiled.

"I should've introduced myself earlier but yeah, I'm Carol. Monica's aunt." She lends her hand over you.

"I-I'm Y/N…Aliah's mommy." Your small, hesitant hand disappears into her larger, calloused one.

She grins widely at your soft-spoken introduction. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." She smiled, gently releasing your hand. "So…I'll see you around?"

You didn't answer, your attention to her was long gone after you saw your daughter running towards your direction. You then fixed her trolley bag and prepared to leave.

Carol can only watch you and your daughter walk away, an unknowing smile playing on her lips. Then, all of a sudden a ball comes flying out of nowhere and hits her square in the back of the head again. She stumbles forward, letting out a loud "Ow!" and a string of curses under her breath.

"I'm not a fucking soccer goal net!"

"Auntie Carol, you said bad words!"

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In the dining room, you and Aliah sit at the table, enjoying a quiet dinner together. Aliah chatters excitedly about her day, telling you all about the kids she played with and the games they played. You listen attentively, smiling at her enthusiasm, occasionally asking follow-up questions. You also made sure to ask her if someone or something is making her feel uncomfortable, it is a small routine you do with her to make sure she is comfortable and safe in school.

Aliah suddenly stops eating, her brow furrowing. She looks down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork. You watch her carefully, knowing that look. She lifts her big, brown eyes to meet yours. "Where's Mama?"

As if on cue, her Aunt Yelena walked in the dining room. Aliah instantly perks up and slides out of her chair to run to her great-aunt's open arms.

"Yeye!"

"Hey, baby!" She scooped the small child onto her arms and put her back to her chair. "Finish your food, I have a surprise."

"Hi, Yelena. I cooked pasta, I'll get you some."

She couldn't decline as you were already walking to get her a plate, so she sat down beside your daughter kissing her forehead.

You placed the plate of pasta in front of her, "Thank you, Y/N." She smiles at you, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she focuses back on her food. "Mmm, this is really good," she says between bites.

All of a sudden, Aliah pipes up, her voice loud. "Mama!" She whines, looking around the room. Yelena sets her fork down, realizing the absence of her sister during dinner. "Yeah? Where's Natasha?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You immediately recognize the tone in Aliah's voice—that slightly higher pitch whine that signals a tantrum incoming. You kept your voice calm and soothing, "I'll get Natasha. Sounds like someone wants her. Rick told me she just got home an hour ago but he also said that she has an important meeting right now, but I'll check."

Walking out of the kitchen, you run your fingers through your dark hair, glancing sideways at the large picture frame hanging in the hallway. You catch your reflection—you lean in to see if your make up was still on.

As you near her office, you subtly adjust your blouse, smoothing out the wrinkles. Then, you push open the heavy door of Natasha's office carefully, you peeked inside, your eyes immediately drawn to her, seated in her high-back leather chair, facing away from the doorway. There was a head peeking through her desk. Clearly, a woman with wavy red hair was kneeling in front of her. You notice the absence of Natasha's wedding ring on her finger as she's tied the red-haired woman's hair with her tight grip. Natasha moans softly, tilting her head back, exposing her neck.

You were too shocked, too frozen, too numb to feel the tear that slid down your cheek.

Slowly and quietly, you pull the door closed, careful not to make a sound. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stand in the hallway, that single tear now joined by others streaming down your face. The shock and pain of the scene you just witnessed hit you like a physical blow. Your stomach churns and you feel the sudden urge to throw up. The room spins and you grab onto the wall to steady yourself, trying not to pass out from the overwhelming dizziness that washes over you. You inhale deeply through your nose, counting to four in your head, then exhale slowly through your mouth, counting to four again, like how your therapist taught you. You repeat this pattern, trying to calm your racing heart and clear your mind, fighting the panic attack that threatens to consume you.

"You're okay, you're okay, Y/N. You're fine. You're okay." You chanted over and over as you wiped the tears off your face.

You manage to pull yourself together and walk back to the dining room, putting on a brave face. Yelena looks at you suspiciously, your puffy eyes didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Baby, m-mama is in a very important meeting. Okay?" The blonde also noticed how your voice almost cracked as you spoke. Your daughter who is oblivious to the turmoil within you, behaves angelically as she finishes her food. The threat to tantrum was long gone. "Yelena? C-can you put Aliah to bed tonight? I've got…some things to do." You asked her hesitantly.

Yelena's eyes soften with worry, obviously noticing how uncharacteristically gentle and strained your voice is. Without a word about your eyes or voice, she simply responds, "Sure," flashing a small smile.

She also made sure to pay a visit on her sister's meeting tonight.

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You retreat to your room, walking towards your large cabinets, you abruptly open your one of the drawers, grabbing the pack of marlboro red. Your fingers hover over them as you wrestle with temptation. Your hand trembles slightly, knowing the instant relief those chemicals could provide right now. The tightness in your chest, the dull ache from holding everything in…

It's an unhealthy habit that you've been using as a coping mechanism at the same time, it is an unhealthy habit you're trying to get yourself out with.

"Fuck," you whisper, unconsciously unrolling the pack's wrapper.

The cigarette trembles slightly between your fingers as you light it. The smoke curls up around your face, mirroring the storm brewing in your eyes. You sit on your bed, staring at nothing, the self-loathing growing heavier with each puff.

You took your wedding ring off your finger, you tried not to let the dam of tears break from your eyes as you examined the ring.

Everything's becoming clear to you now.

A dark voice in your head begins to whisper, planting seeds of self-doubt and guilt. You hurt her, destroyed her. Therefore, you deserve this pain, you deserve every pain she gives you. You're not good enough, never were. Your mind continues to whisper poisonous thoughts. You took a deep drag of the cigarette, the smoke burning your lungs like the guilt burning your soul. "This is karma," you told yourself. "You deserve every bit of her hate…"

A flicker of memory flashes before your eyes—the early days with Natasha, the sneaking together, the way she would sing for you in the middle of the night whenever your heart is heavy after a loss, whatever tournament you had joined. Your heart aches at the bittersweet nostalgia, the knowledge that you threw all that away because you were a fucking coward.

You stood and walked out onto the terrace, the night air enveloping you like a cold blanket. You took a long drag before exhaling slowly, watching the smoke dissipate on the icy breeze. The nicotine buzz barely touches the edges of your pain, but it's something. "She always hated these fucking things," you murmur, half-smile tinged with bitter irony.

You were about to get another cigarette when you saw your daughter, huddled in the doorway, her face streaked with tears, sniffling.

You froze on the spot and cursed yourself, you immediately stubbed out the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, trying to make the smell and the smoke go away, but it's too late—she started wailing loudly, her tiny fists balling up as she cried. You've taken to hiding in the bathroom or stepping outside when you need a cigarette, not letting your daughter see or even inhale the smell of smoke because she hates it and you would never have your daughter breathe it. You genuinely think you're being stealthy. But it seems like every time you would light up a cigarette, your daughter would immediately know.

Seeing how it affects your little one's purity and innocence makes you feel guilty.

"You pwomise you stop smoke!" Aliah cried out loud. You carefully walked towards her, without warning, she ran towards your bed grabbing your pillow and heaved it towards you with all her might, her small arms flailing.

Getting down on your knees so you're at her eye level, you watch her tiny form trembling with emotion as she throws every pillow she can reach in your direction. "Shh, Ali...mommy's sorry..." Your voice trembled, but she continued. You took every hit of the pillow from your daughter.

You hated making Aliah cry, you hated hurting Natasha. You hated yourself causing them this.

Everything's too much, it's too much. You feel every pain physically now.

Suddenly, you crumbled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mommy's…just hurt." Your voice breaks as tears pour down your face and fall on the pillows scattered in front of you. "I'm so sorry baby, please forgive mommy…"

As you break down in sobs, your daughter suddenly stops throwing pillows and stares at you with a frown.

"Hurt, mommy is hurt," you sobbed each word as you pointed to your heart, her little brow furrows even more. She's seen you do this before when you're sad or upset.

She walked towards you, throwing the pillows back on your bed. Then, she climbs onto your lap, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck. "Mommy hurt?" Through your sobs, you nod gently, holding her close. Her soft baby scent fills your nostrils, the smell of cigarettes long gone. And you realize how much you're hurting not just yourself, but this innocent soul who depends entirely on you. She placed her ear on your chest, a thing she grew up doing to ensure your heart is still beating whenever you tell her something hurt.

"Mommy's hurting...bad..."

And you deserve all of it.

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"How many hours have you been sucking her?"

"Fucking hell, Yelena!" Natasha yelled, she pushed her office chair back and zipped her pants up.

"Out. Now." Yelena's voice brooks no argument, and the woman quickly scrambles to her feet, fleeing the room without another word. Natasha could only huff in embarrassment.

"That door is fucking closed for a reason."

"Well, it's unlocked, it seems like you wanted everyone to see the meeting you're doing here."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she moved to the nearby cabinet, pulling out a bottle of expensive red wine and a single glass. She pours herself a generous amount, her hand steady despite the tension in the room.

"Did you at least finish your meeting, sestra?" Yelena emphasizes the word 'finish' with heavy sarcasm. Natasha's jaw clenches visibly at Yelena's insinuation, her hands tightening around the wine glass. Without offering any to Yelena, she takes a long sip, still avoiding her sister's gaze.

"So this is your plan?" Yelena started again but her sister didn't bother to look. "Make her miserable?"

Now she got her sister's attention.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She murmured.

"I should've realized it." Yelena's laughter is sharp and devoid of any warmth, a bitter sound that fills the room.

"Can you…can you go?" Natasha irritatingly spat at Yelena without looking at her.

"Asking her to marry you, I thought you wanted a fresh start, sestra…"

"Watch your mouth." Natasha warned her sister, her pointed finger hanging in the air while the glass of wine was still in her hand.

But Yelena seemed unfazed by her sister's threat. "But I didn't realize…"

"Shut up!"

"That you just want to make her watch as you fuck some communal pussy with her wearing that wedding ring you put on her while you don't wear yours!"

"Fucking shut up!" Natasha hurls the wine glass across the room, missing Yelena by mere inches. The glass shatters against the wall, the sound echoing through the space. Yelena, however, remains eerily calm, not even flinching at the near miss.

She let out a deep sigh, shaking her head disappointingly. "Why are you doing this, Natasha? You've got so many options and money! You could've taken Aliah from her if that's the only thing you want! You can pay for better lawyers than her, you could've won custody!"

Natasha's jaw clenched as she tries to suppress her emotions once again. She takes a shuddering breath, attempting to regain her composure and stave off the spiral of anger and defensiveness threatening to consume her once again.

"But that's not what you really want don't you?" Her sister continues, Natasha finally meets her eye to eye. "Are you happy watching her go miserable? Kneel the ground you walk on just to earn that forgiveness from you?"

"She deserves it."

Yelena huffed about how unbelievably heartless her sister is right now. "I watched you fall apart over her. And now...now you're tearing her apart piece by piece." Yelena's voice breaks slightly. "I understand your pain, Natasha. I truly do, you're my sister. I held you through the darkest parts of it. But this...this is different. This is you actively choosing to hurt her, to break her."

"She deserves it." Natasha repeated coldly under her breath.

"Yeah, sure, Natasha. Whatever you say." Yelena was getting tired. "You're right, Y/N deserves all the pain you give her, sure. But does your daughter deserve that too? Because let's be real, you're not just hurting her, you're hurting your daughter too."

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You tucked Aliah back to sleep. You made sure to change her clothes, making sure the fresh scent of soap and fabric softener replaces the lingering aroma of cigarette that clings to her skin. You smooth Aliah's hair, you wipe away the last of your tears. Her eyes flutter closed finally, her breath evening out into the rhythm of innocent sleep. You gently adjust her blankets, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping back, your own eyes damp with residual emotion.

"I love you my Iyah."

You carefully extract yourself from Aliah's room, then go straight to your room. The first thing you did was take the hidden cigarettes from their usual hiding spots. Cracking open the window for fresh air, you aggressively grind each cigarette beneath your slippers, tossing the broken remnants into the trash.

You're not physically addicted, but cigarettes have become a crutch, a coping mechanism for the pain—when something hurts. The memory where you saw Natasha and a woman who was doing god knows what kneeling under her made your throat itch wanting some relief. But the memory of your daughter's face, her little sniffles seeing you take a long drag and inhale a smoke made your body physically flinch. That will be the last, you will not make your daughter cry again, you will not hurt her with a fucking nicotine stick. She deserves better than a damn smoker of a mom.

You straighten the rumpled bed sheets, placing the pillows Aliah had thrown at you back neatly against the headboard. Suddenly, there was a knock on your door, then, the doorknob aggressively rattled. You were about to get it when suddenly it creaked open and you saw Natasha in her disheveled state.

"N-Natasha…" your voice quivered, she is the last person you would expect to go to your room right now.

She towers over you, her tall frame blocking the light from your room. You step back instinctively, she breathes heavily in your face, the scent of alcohol, the scent of another woman in her skin are burning your nostrils. Her face is completely expressionless, almost scary in its neutrality. The lack of emotion makes her features somehow sharper, more intense.

You're frozen, shock rendering you unable to process the situation. Your mind is reeling, you are still trying to move on and forgive her from what you saw earlier—her and a red haired woman, their intimate pose burned into your retinas. And now, she's here, in your room, drunk and cold.

"Nat…what-what do you want?" She doesn't answer your question, her droopy eyes dropped down to your blouse. Your body trembled as she slowly, deliberately unbuttons each button.

You didn't resist, fear rooting you in place. Your mind is screaming at you to push her away, to run, but your body refuses to cooperate. Tears well up in your eyes as she slowly pushes your blouse off your shoulders, leaving you in just your lacy bra. Natasha leans in close, inhaling deeply at your neck as if trying to consume your scent. You smelled like marlboro red. Her lips brush your skin, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. She shoves you to your bed before crawling on top of you. Then she almost ripped your bra that is solely covering your upper body, exposing your breasts. She's not gentle, not sweet. She's cold, hungry—an animal. She sucks harshly on one nipple while pinching the other. You hissed, your body arching in pleasure.

It is twisted, you just saw her with another woman but now, you're letting her take you like this—no words, no tenderness. She's a force of nature, teeth grazing on your skin, fingers digging into your flesh. She's using you, taking what she needs, and you're letting her. At least it's you that she needs right now, right?

A tear rolls down your cheek, your hands reaching the back of her head as her mouth continues to attack your body.

It's better to have her like this, than none at all.

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I’m so excited to here that the great wars next part is soon! Hope ur doing well

it's posted babessss, thank youuu mwaa

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Hiiiii! I've already uploaded ittt, sorry for the wait and thank youuu!!!

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And I Will Hold On To You - N.R

Summary: A story isn't complete without its challenges. But, this time, the challenge seemed to be so much more than what Natasha had thought. It seemed to affect her so much more than what she had thought. History comes resurfacing, how will Natasha reshape the future? Their future.

Author's Note: I got a little excited here mweheheheheh I mean, who wouldn't? Horny and simp beefy Natasha is just 👌🏻ANYWAYSS, I hope you'll enjoyyy!

Warnings: Masturbation, Nat getting caught red handed by her little housewife, swearing, Nat seeing red getting drunk and coming home all soft to her girl, mention of physical and emotional abuse

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Natasha's POV:

"Fuck..." Throwing my head back as I fastened the motion of my hands, the other gripping the sheets as I spread my legs wider. "Just like that, baby. Yes, just like that." My knuckles turned white as I balled my hand around my cock.

The sun rays are invading my room little by little, I knew I had to get up soon before the girl with me inside this house could get up. I promised her that I would take her out in the park so we could have a morning walk, but last night's masturbation wasn't enough for me. Fuck, nothing is enough.

I can't find it in myself to go out and take someone, not once for the past couple of months. The flashes of a certain face came running through my mind. God, how her legs shined while wearing the shortest dolphin short I've ever seen, how she looked bending down to get something out of the stove, and how her tank top showed just enough cleavage—fuck.

I urged myself to get rid of the same thoughts that put me to my mercy in circumstances like this. I've never felt so weak.

"Fuck, yes, yes..." Moaning out, I felt the coil in my lower abdomen build up as I grip my shaft. "You like that, huh? Fuck, I'll fill you up so good, detka. Gonna knock you up and make you my little cumdump, hmm..." I knew I wasn't gonna last a few more seconds so I braced myself.

The hand gripping the sheets until it crumpled underneath my hand went to reach and squeeze the sac beneath my wood that didn't even fit in my large hands. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Closing my eyes as I became lost to my senses. My ears ringing as my mind made up things I knew that I would feel guilty after. "Yes, yes, yes, Y/n. God, yes, take all of it. Take all of me." With one last movement, I felt the liquid spurting out and falling everywhere, specially on my abdomen as my packs flex and my thighs spasms.

With still my eyes closed, I moved a few more times before letting the long shaft go as I push my legs back down flat on the bed. Getting back my bearings, I breathed in and out and one of my hand went to glide through my hair.

There was a beat of silence before a thump made me look up and snap my eyes open, immediately setting on the figure by the door.

Fuck.

"Y/n!" Sitting up, I scrambled to cover myself up, a little grateful that I still have my sports bra on. "Fuck, sweetheart." I rolled on the other side to quickly put on my pants, not bothering to find my boxers.

Her hair was messy, face puffed and a certain sleepiness visible in her wide eyes while there is a blush in her cheeks. "I-I'm s-sorry! I'm- I'm so sorry, I- I didn't..." Her eyes avoided my gaze as I approached her hesitantly, but I noticed how it kept gazing coyly to what I was playing earlier. "I-I thought something happened to you..."

She gripped the teddy bear she was holding a little more tighter each seconds. I could only imagine what I looked like.

"No... No, detka. It's-..." I cleared my throat and swallowed an invisible lump, not knowing what exactly to say. Only if I could command the ground to swallow me. "It's fine. I'm so sorry, I don't—I didn't hear you. I- I uh..." I rambled as my hand unconsciously went to cover my cock, feeling it hardening once again as I caught her trying her best not to stare at it.

Fuck, how much did she saw? Oh god, how much did she hear?

"How about you go get ready, hmm?" I immediately said, taking a hold of the doorknob, meaning that I'd have to take a couple of more steps towards her. I reached out to pat her head, putting my body sideways so that the door is covering my lower body. "Don't bother making breakfast, we'll eat at the park, see you later, darling." Closing the door as soon as I can.

As soon as it closed, I leaned my back towards it and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My eyes looked down and saw how hard I became once again.

Throwing my head back, I groaned.

"Fuck this life."

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As soon as I sprayed enough perfume, I went outside my room, my eyes quickly averting to look at the room across mine, wondering if she's done getting ready. I made my way to the living room where my question has been answered. By the balcony is where she stood, wearing the dress I bought for her the last time we went out which is 5 days ago.

The past few days has been nothing but... a breath of fresh air. Everything felt like a life I never once knew I needed, but now it's all I could think about. From morning walks around the landscape of this penthouse, late night movies, board games in the middle of a boring afternoon, and delicious foods she'd make.

It felt surreal, but it is something that I hold deeply. Something that no amount of money could ever replace.

Something that made me feel that I have something to hold on to.

"Detka, you ready?" I asked, and she turned just in time a gush of wind softly hit her figure. Her dress flowed just as her hair that was into a half ponytail waved through the air.

"Uhh, y-yeah..." She looked at everywhere but me as she approached. "I hope this- this is fine..." She motioned to the simple baby pink dress she was wearing, a thin strap on her shoulder, and a ribbon by the chest. She paired it with a white comfortable beach sandals.

"You look beautiful, baby." I reached and pinched her cheeks slightly, smiling down at her.

She perked up shyly, a faint blush visible on her cheeks. "Y-You look beautiful too, Natalia." I grinned at her, before sliding my hands down to take a hold of hers.

"I did my best." I shrugged, chuckling, making her giggle.

I put on a denim pants and plain black t-shirt, a sunglasses hanging by the neck line. As we went outside and into the elevator, there was an invisible weight around the atmosphere, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable, just a certain tension hanging between us.

I have no doubt it was because of earlier. Which, I have no idea how to bring up about—not that I have any plans to do so.

"What do you want to eat for breakfast, doll?" I asked, putting a hand on the small of her back as we approached my car, lined up with the others.

"Whatever is fine. You can pick." She said, getting in as I opened the door for her.

I went to the other side and got it. "Hmm, I was thinking of crocodiles." I catch in my peripheral vision how her head snapped towards me, making me chuckle. "Just kidding, detka. Come on, tell me. Would you like to go to that pancake house? Or that one where you like their fruit shakes the most?" I offered her options, knowing how hard it is for her to pick and decide.

Something that I am silently trying to help her overcome. Something I could only wonder how come she acts that way.

"Hmm, would you like some fruit shakes?" I turned to look at her with a smirk of amusement. A chuckle bubbling up inside me.

"We could do the fruit shakes one." I said while nodding.

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"What do you want, sweetheart?" I asked, sharing the menu with her as I leaned towards her.

One of the things I've learned about her is she tends to get nervous and a little overwhelmed in public, especially in crowded places. Once, it got so much that she requested me to sit next to her. And, I did, with no hesitation. From then on, I got used to sitting by her side. I'm not even complaining, not even a bit—for someone who hates letting anyone inside her personal space, as what Clint had described it.

"Can I have the strawberry milkshake, please?" She looked up at me, I shook my head a little and smiled at her, my hands automatically reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"That again?" I asked teasingly, I watched as she immediately looked down at the menu, scanning it once again. It took her longer than the first pick, and as soon as I caught her thumb picking the side of the cardboard, I spoke.

"You could do that, detka, if that's what you want. Don't worry." Sending her a smile while my hand caressed the back of her waist. I flipped the page of the menu with my other hand, going over to the entrees before I started telling the waitress what we will be having for drinks.

"Can you pick for me, Natty?" She asked, looking up at me with her usual doe eyes. Fuck, not now, baby.

I don't even know what is up with me. When we started getting closer, I just couldn't help it. I felt so guilty everytime I would fantasize about her. God, I would ruin everything about her, and I know I could, but I chose not to.

Gazing away, I nodded, pulling away my arm that is around her, clenching it on my lap, underneath the desk. "How about frittata? Along with some bacons then we could do some croffles, hmm?" I felt her nodded as I heard her small hum.

"Yes, we could do that." She responded quietly.

I told the waitress what we were ordering, and as soon as the woman went away, I felt her shoulder relaxed at my side. Silence enveloped us, the tension still cutting the atmosphere that surrounds us.

"Y/n..." I called out to her, my hands automatically reaching to settle on the pale skin of her thighs. "Look..." I looked at her in the eyes, only to look down as hotness spread from my neck up to my cheeks. "About earlier... I uh..." Trying to find the right words to explain what I did, and what I said while doing it. For sure, she heard me scream her name.

She's looking up at me with expecting eyes, laced with confusion and so much innocence. "It's okay, Natty..." She started before I felt her hand holding mine ever so gently, only putting the weight of hers on mine. "Y-you... you have needs..." She looked sideways, as if shying away from my gaze. "I know what you were doing." She looked back up at me.

My heart skipped a bit. "I learned about it once and it was mentioned on one of my lectures back then. And, I..." Again, she looked away, pulling away from my hand as she did so. "I also know that... partners—husbands and wife help with each other's need—but, I—..." Looking back up at me. "I didn't know that... you- you have..." She looked back down at my crotch for a few second before looking up at me.

Hotness seemed to have found a home on my cheeks as the feeling of it lingered and seemed to become more stronger each seconds. "I-I'm sorry I didn't—It didn't crossed my mind that you'd figure out that way, I really didn't intend you to. What you see—what you heard, everything, I apologize for it. I know none of it appropriate." I rambled, only to be met by her hand holding mine, somehow urged me to stop.

"It's okay, Natty. Really." Her eyes were so soft, her voice mimicking the sound of a lullaby as it reached my ear. There was a faint movement in her lips as a faint scarlet hue started to spead on the apple of her cheeks. "I'm your wife..." She started and once again, I felt my heart stopping in a beat. "You could have called me to help you—not that I know much but I—I'm ready to learn." Once again, she looked up, her eyes doe and her soft lips tight, as if shying from the information she just expounded.

Words left my mouth as my mind became so empty. I didn't know what to say and I couldn't keep my mind straight. Not that I know much, but I'm ready to learn. Fuck.

"Detka..." I started but got cut off when our order started piling up, the tension that was once in the air now gone. I was left with only a heart beating so fast and a mind in chaos.

I'm your wife.

Fuck, how could she have this affect on me?

This is absolutely not allowed.

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Y/n's POV:

"Maria." I heard Natalia called out from behind me, I averted my attention from the kids who was talking to me and towards her to see that she's in call with Maria.

I turned back towards the kids who was talking to me, asking if I could help them take the ball that was sent flying in the pond. It wasn't that far, and I could surely do the favor, so I stood up only to be held back by Natalia on the wrist.

I saw how sharp she turned her gaze at the kid, laced with curiosity and question as she held the phone on her ear. I reached and pointed towards the ball that was floating in the pond.

I watch as her brows furrowed, shaking her head as she stood up. "You did? Very well, meet us in the penthouse, we'll be coming back now." She said over the phone before she hung up.

"Please, please, go get it!" One of the kids pleaded, and I offered him a small reassuring smile, opening my mouth to talk.

"I know, sweetheart, wait-" Once again, Natasha tugged my arm.

"Hey, no. Don't mind them. Come on, we gotta head back home." She stated, looking around the scenery.

"B-but—wait, let me just get the ball for them." I started to pull away only to be tugged back by her again.

"What? No way you're going to get that. Come on, baby." She tried walking away while pulling me with her once again, but in return, I tugged her back.

"Wait! I promise it'll be fast. Look at them..." I gestured at the kids who are pouting. They've been playing in front of us the moment we took our seats on the bench by the park. They waved hello and sent smiles in our way. One of them even complimented me and the dress I was wearing.

Natalia took a glance behind me, where the little kids were and she rolled her eyes. She took a glance on the ball, and looked back down at me. "I'll get it, stay here." Grumbling, she pulled away and approached the pond.

I smiled while the kids cheered. "Go Natty!"

She started leaning in, but before she reached out to the ball she looked back up at me. The wind blew, so I held my dress down as I smiled up at her.

She shook her head and started reaching, as soon as she got a hold of the ball she tossed it to the ground, scowling as she did so before the kids ran up to her. Two of the girls hugged her legs while the other cheered gratefully.

I laughed and clapped. "Superhero in sight!" I yelled playfully.

She averted her attention from the kids with a scowling face and up to mine. It relaxed as soon as she met my eyes. Her eyes held weight in them, something I've gotten used to and became grateful for ever since we started becoming closer to each other. But, her face held no heavy expression, as if the slight upward motion of the side of her lips was only for me to notice.

Her gaze held mine for almost a minute before she started pulling away from the kid, as soon as she did so she started walking to me. "Dirty little—" I narrowed my eyes at her and she stopped mid sentence as she patted her pants, as if trying to get off an invisible dirt. "...animals." She finished before taking a hold of my hand.

"Come on, we should get going." Now that she's closer, I noticed the certain softness in her features. Something I've never seemed to notice before. Maybe, it's just because of the sunlight hitting all the right places in her face.

I felt a pool of something unfamiliar circling around my lower abdomen—the same one I felt earlier when I accidentally... saw her. And, just like earlier I ignored it and nodded as I let her pull me away from where I stood.

I waved goodbye to the kids who also did the same, reciprocating the plastered smile on my face. "Hurry up, baby, come on." I heard Natalia called out. I muttered a few apologies and caught up to her pace.

1 step of her is multiplied by 3 with mine. She's so fast and tall, maybe that's why.

"Can I eat the strawberry chocolates you bought yesterday, Natty?" I asked.

She chuckled, her arm draping across my waist, as if to help me pick up with her pace, but she slowed down a little. "We're not even home yet, you're already thinking about that?" She replied jokingly, but hotness spread across my cheeks.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." God, does she think I eat a lot?

"Don't worry baby, it's all yours, yeah?" A kiss was left on my hairline as I felt a squeeze on the skin of my waist.

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"Maria!" I almost ran towards her, jumping on my tippy toes waiting for her to spread her arms, silently asking for a hug so I won't make her uncomfortable.

Just as always, she did with practiced ease as a welcoming smile spread her face. She's one of my favorites!

"Hey, angel." She greeted before we pulled away.

Looking up at her face, I noticed how she glanced towards Natalia behind me, a hollow expression evident in her eyes as the smile faded away. I stepped aside immediately, looking back at Natalia, just in time for her to say something.

"Doll, how about you go to the kitchen and eat the strawberries? Me and Maria just gotta talk about something important." She smiled at me, approaching as she reached out to caress the skin of my forearm, pulling me until she encaged me with both of her arms before pushing me towards the kitchen.

"Oh—okay. Would you guys like something to eat also?" I asked thoughtfully.

"No, we're fine. We'll get to you if ever." Natalia replied with finality, kissing my forehead before she led Maria by the balcony.

My gaze lingered at them for a moment before walking away, excited to eat my strawberry chocolate!

Natalia said I could have all of it, but I will leave her some.

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Maria's POV:

I glanced as Natasha closed the sliding door. I pulled out my laptop and put it on a table, a USB already intact. "What did you find?" She pulled out a chair and sat, glancing towards my laptop.

Our gaze met, but still I couldn't find enough courage to say anything. I couldn't even form the words bit by bit. Being by her side for years, I know for one that a look in the eyes is enough for her to tell something. Pulling my gaze away, I started pulling out files after files.

I pushed the laptop towards her, making sure that the screen is facing her. Soon enough, the same sound of agony that encouraged me to dig deeper filled the air. I was quick to lessen the noise and check back inside the house.

"Fuck..." I heard her mutter underneath her breath. Glancing at her face, and then towards the laptop to see a girl trembling in the hallway. Looking away, I started to talk.

"I managed to get inside their system. It wasn't that hard, Bucky helped me. I only got a hold of a couple of... footage..." Taking a glance at her, I watched as she tensed her jaw, her eyes darkening in a shade that I know too well. Too well. "I figured that there's a lot more than that." Reaching out to my bag, I pulled out mulitiple files.

I put down 2 files, arranging them so she could see the information and pictures about the 2 people. "Arthur and Robert, they are her personal bodyguards way back before. I think they know more than what we'll—you'll need. But, after doing some more digging, I found out that Arthur had resigned a couple of months ago."

Pulling out 1 more file, I took a deep breath, gaze watching the redhead's face intently. "Lucille Lopez..." I started and Natasha paused the video, which might be the second footage I've found.

Where Y/n is being beaten in the middle of their living room.

She took a hold of the paper, almost tearing it with how she's gripping it. Her face held no emotions, but I could see a certain recognition crossing her eyes. "She's her caregiver, from the day that she was born up until... Y/n left and went here. But, just like Arthur, she resigned the same day that Y/n left." Putting all the other files that were left in my hand on the table, I took a deep breath.

"The last video there..." I reached to pull out the video, now in the kitchen. "That was... the day before Y/n went here. Something real tells me that's where she got all those... marks and bruises from, Nat." I almost cringed at the thought of seeing those raw marks in her pale skin.

Something I never thought would be implanted into her innocent skin.

"These..." Clearing my throat, I continued. "These are hospital records. All from different dates but only one institute." She looked up at me with a questioning gaze, only then did I notice how red her eyes were starting to become. "It was all I could pull out from... the hospital that her parents are big stakeholders of." I finished.

A certain sound coming out from the laptop caucaught her attention, and after hearing and watching this for the nth time, it still caught mine too. An agonizing scream, almost as if trying to relieve the situation that the world has sucked her into. It felt like a screeching sound in my ear, my heart tightened at the sound, just like it did while gathering all this data.

I could only imagine what Natasha might feel.

She slammed the laptop shut and breathed heavily through her nose. She reached towards the medical files, her eyes almost getting out of their sockets with how fast she's scanning the papers.

"Fuck..." She cursed again, but now I could hear how her voice wavered. Almost breaking as it did so. She almost sent the files flying with how she threw it on the table. "Fuck, Maria." She whispered underneath her breathe, her hands going over to silde it up and down her face aggressively.

She quickly stood up, putting both of her hands on the table as if it would ground her. The screeching sound of chair made me pulled a face, thankfully the sliding door is soundproof. "Fuck, that's why she flicnhes at the slightest touch. At the fucking slighted touch, Ria." She pointed out, I stood up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, I know, sit down and calm down. Come on—" I was cut off when she aggressively pulled away and started pacing.

"No! How can I fucking do that? Did you see that?" She motioned towards the things around the table. "She jumps at the slightest loud sound, she's scared asking the simplest question—hell she can't even make her own decisions without having this—without looking like a fucking child!" She walked towards the edge, holding onto the railing.

I followed her, checking to see that Y/n still haven't check up on us. "Fuck, Maria, I don't think—I don't..." I analyzed her.

Bucky and Steve owes me and Clint their 100 dollars.

I have seen her in a distress condition, mulitiple times. But now? I feel like I'm looking at a very different person. Her emotions are resurfacing, flowing through the edge. Her expression hollow, empty but her eyes held so much. Redness spreading from her next up to her cheeks, her knuckles almost turning white with how tightly she gripping the railings.

"Lucille..." She started. "I need you to reach out to her. Bring her to me as soon as possible." She continued, her breathing almost becoming audible with how heavy she's breathing.

Only if a stare could kill, the world would burn before her.

"Tell the boy to handle everything with the company, in and out." She added and I frowned.

"What?" I asked, confused. She stayed silent. "Nat..." I called out.

I waited and waited for response. We stayed stilent for a couple of minutes. The atmosphere is heavy with things I can't name.

"I should've come back—" A small choke stopped her. She faced away from me.

It took me a few seconds before it hit me.

The drunken story she shared when I asked her about the old worn out teddy bear inside her office in the mansion.

The paintings she did with her own hands, plastered on the rich walls of her company's building and inside the mansion.

"Do you know what makes me confused, tho?" Clint asked as we sat on the rooftop of the company, beers in our hands.

"Hmm?" I turned to look at him. "What?" I questioned.

"Natasha didn't seem to put much of a fight—I mean, she did try, you know. She stood up. It's just..." He trailed off, as if finding the right word to put his thoughts on.

"Different?" His gaze snapped towards me, and nodded.

"Yeah, but it's not just that..." We held our gaze for a few seconds, as if digging deeper with our silent thoughts connecting with each other. "It's Natasha we're talking about. You know her, Maria."

"The kid... I mean, the young woman. What's her name again?" I asked.

"Y/n."

"Hmm..." Trailing off, I stared into nothingness. "It's the same one, isn't it?" I asked, and he nodded with finality, looking at me with talking eyes.

"The only one."

"I'm done with this game." She stood up straight, composing herself. "Leave now, I want what I requested before this week ends. Take everything that you need." She finishes with finality.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked, only for my question to be left hanging in the air.

She started walking, leaving me at the balcony.

I could only fear for what's to come to those people.

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3rd Person's POV:

For the nth time, Y/n glanced at the door from where she was sitting on the sofa. It's been hours since she watch the red head walked so fast out of the house, only getting a response from Maria when she called out for Natasha.

"Let her be. Something's... not right with work. She'll come back, don't worry."

But, how can she not worry?

How can she not worry for the person whom showed her...so many things. Made her feel so many things.

It was almost time for dinner, she made sure to cook Natasha's favorite, making sure that the strawberries she left for Natasha are left in the fridge to keep it as fresh as possible when consumed.

She didn't know how long she was staring absentmindedly at the television. How long her heart seemed  to be beating its way out of her chest. Soon enough, she heard the most awaited sound of the door opening. The sound of footsteps soon followed, but this time, she could hear it loud and clear—heavy. Not the same one that Natasha would usually and normally do.

"N-Natalia?" She stood up, hesitant to approach the figure.

She looked... stressed, but still beautiful. Her hair is frizzy but still the same one that Y/n seemed to love, her eyes are dark, a void that Y/n couldn't find her reflection into like how it usually does this past couple of weeks and days. She's also... flushed, and it sure as hell not because of the thing you'd get when being complimented on.

"Are you okay?—I cooked dinner." Y/n started, looking into Natasha's half lidded eyes that is boring into hers.

"What are you doing?" Y/n stopped in her tracks at the voice of Natasha. It seemed different. It swayed with every word, it was slurred.

"W-what?" Y/n asked, looking up at her. Then, there was a flash that crossed Natasha's eyes, something that cannot be ignored. "I was just watching— wait...I-I don't understa-" God, how Natasha smelled like liquor.

Y/n almost flinched at the sudden movement. Natasha didn't just hug her. She engulfed her. Huge hand that cradled the back of her head and the small of her back. There, Y/n couldn't think of any place that she felt safe in.

She's never been so... physically close to Natasha. Not like this.

She could feel how well her body is molded with Natasha's. She could feel her hot breath on top of her head, the curved of Natasha's lips and the gentleness that seemed so different. It has weight in it, something she couldn't pinpoint.

"I'm sorry." It was a choked statement. Y/n frowned, feeling the arms that are wrapped around her getting much more tighter each seconds. "I won't—fuck." She heard Natasha whispered. "I'm sorry... forgive me, baby." Y/n tried pushing the red head away, but she was too strong for Y/n's petite body.

"Why—why are you apologizing? What happened, Natalia?" With the given nickname, something that she only let one person call her, Natasha sobbed, pulling away to look at the younger one's face.

As if needing some assurance that she really is here.

In her arms.

Reaching out a hand to cup Y/n's face, she gazed at her so intently, tears flowing freely out of her green eyes, making the growing worry inside Y/n's chest grow. "Why are you crying?! Oh my god, are you hurt? Let me see!" Rambling, Y/n once again tried to check on Natasha, but to no avail, Natasha kept her hold tight.

Even with the tears, Natasha smiled. It was a stretch of her skin—just like the others she wore with Y/n—that felt so real in years.

"I'm fine, angel..." She chuckled throught the tears, caressing Y/n's cheeks still. "You're here, I'm fine." Confusion grew in Y/n's mind, but Natasha continued, even though she, herself, couldn't even comprehend anything that she's saying now. All she knows is she's saying what she's thinking what she's feeling.

"Better than I have ever been in years." With eyes locked into each other, Y/n's heart grew in ways she couldn't understand deeply, but one answer was enough.

It might be new for her, but nothing has been clearer than what she feels for Natasha. The attentiveness she receives everyday, the feeling of being seen, heard and prioritized—something she had never been familiar with all her life, Natasha gave those to her.

Natalia gave everything she never knew that she is deserving of.

"Better than I will ever be." A soft wet kiss on her forehead snapped her out of her trance.

Natasha watched as Y/n looked up with those same innocent doe eyes that she would never admit to herself to have fallen for many years ago. The same one she would thought of before going to sleep at night and the first thing she would remember whenever she wakes up in the morning.

Then, she looked down at the same soft lips that only knew the kindest words to ever exist. The same one where the voice that grounds her comes from. "I will never—" Looking back up to her eyes, she tighten her hold on Y/n, pulling her in more as her hands angled her head to get a better look on her. "I will never let them hurt you ever again..." Tears started brimming up once again.

"I will never leave you again, my angel." Y/n's eyes seemed to imitate Natasha's. She could feel the heaviness of those words, the past coming back. Only did she realize how different it has been ever since she got here.

Natalia never hurt her.

She did scream, but out of worry.

She cared for her. With the same hands that held her many years ago as far as she can remember.

Lucy's right.

Friends do come back.

She sniffled, feeling her own hot tears being wiped away by the calloused hands that held her in ways no one has every done. "I don't like them..." She started, not knowing what to say or how to express what she's feeling.

God, how can a broken child express herself when she was never given the chance to all her life?

"I only like you..." She continued. "I only want to stay here." She said with finality in her tone.

She didn't know if she's saying it for herself or for Natasha. But, the red head smiled, so soft, and that was enough. "T-they're..." Natasha watched intently, analyzing the complicated expression of her girl's face, her thumb automatically caressing the skin where it lays on her cheeks. "You're good." Oh how much Natasha's heart ached.

Good was far from what she is.

From what she was and what she will be.

"You're kind." Y/n added thoughfully, her eyes deep in thought as Natasha watched her with eyes that glints with surprised and... love—something Y/n and Natasha has yet to understand.

Once again, Natasha pulled her in. Holding her with intensity that Y/n could never ignore.

"Nobody's gonna take you away from me, angel. You'll stay here, don't worry."

Shame on their parents for gifting the devil the only thing that could bring her to her knees.

For now, only time will tell everything.

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it! Heheheh, angst here we come!

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hi guyss, just wanna let you know that an update for the Great War will be coming out soon! if not this week then probably early next weekkk! alsoo, do you guys have any Taylor Swift X Fem!Reader recommendations? (Bottom!Reader plsss)

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i can't even remember how i did this....

Accidents - Scarlett Johansson

Hiii, this is a very very sensitive fic and everything is not a real happenstance. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING ⚠️: Forced sex, super mean drunk Scarlett, physical abused, mental abused, hurt reader.

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You never had a very good past relationships.

But, that was before Scarlett.

At the age of eighteen, you started having boyfriends who did nothing but to hurt you, mentally, and sometimes... physically. You had 3 boyfriends inside of 5 years, 18 to 23, and that was it, you are now 29.

You were done with love, you've always been saying that to yourself after the last relationship you had, which very far much more toxic that the two just broke you mentally, but the last one didn't just broke you mentally, he physically hurt you.

You were a broken chaotic mess for almost 3 years, not believing in love anymore and the other things along that word, but everything changed when you met Scarlett. Scarlett changed everything, so willingly, she badly wanted you to be hers, just as she will be yours that she didn't gave up on courting you even though it took her 3 years, almost 4.

You two met, instantly clicked on, became best friends till she caught feelings for you, which she soon confessed. She knew about your past relationships, hell, she knew about everything. She became your shoulder to lean on, and you became her new found hope to continue on living inside her dull world that is full of toxicity with having sex with random girls, or random artists and going off to the club as her rest.

To say the least, she understand why you were very scared on letting her in to you romantically, though, you would be lying if you said that you didn't caught any feelings for the woman. Ever since the two of you developed your relationship, you felt it, you saw it, you're not an idiot to not see her obvious movements and steps that is screaming the words; "I Like You."

You knew it from the start, and then she confessed, but you weren't ready for anything. But, Scarlett being the charming woman she is, and ofcourse, with all her wealth, she did everything just to get you.

She changed, for you.

She changed you, just like how you changed her.

She stopped sleeping around, she focused on her work, but the rest of her time was spent on you without fail. Though, being a doctor can be a really busy job at times, it didn't stopped Scarlett to woo you and was determined to wait hours and hours until you're free. Most of the timesz she would always find herself outside of your footsteps, outside the house that your parents brought for you for your 25th birthday, wanting you to stop renting. She would always have something in her hands that she brought for you, most of the times, it was foods and anything that she thinks you might like, or anything the she likes for you to wear.

God, everything she'd done for you.

You guys are now 7 months in a relationship, everything was going well, no fights or anything bad has happened between the two of you, fortunately. Until, now.

You went to a party, a friend of hers, she wanted you to tag along, she always wanted you to tag along, being this cocky woman she is, wanting to show everyone that she got the most beautiful girl, it was no lie though, you are a very beautiful girl, a worth giving everything up for.

Along the years, you glowed up, becoming into this woman that looks so well written by a goddess, everyone wants you but, mostly for pleasure, nonetheless, it was no lie that anyone could easily fell for you.

But, being described as that brought some cons to you.

Being sexualized here and there, recieving so many catcalls, some would get have the pass cards, but not when you're with Scarlett, who will definitely punch the shit out of them not even a second.

But, right now, someone's making you feel very, very uncomfortable, and Scarlett's not here, infact, she's nowhere to be seen, which you mentally cursed her for taking so long to wherever she went.

"Come on, don't be such a stranger, sweet face. Why don't we go and have some fun, I'm sure it's lonely to be alone..." A drunken, beefy man from your side, who is invading your personal space already, said drunkenly.

You wanted to get up, maybe punch his face if you would get a chance since he's been bothering you for what felt like an hour already, then run to Scarlett, and get enveloped in her beefy arms.

But, this man got you caged in his arms, almost caged in his arms. And you were scared, you're not really that good in socializing, and running from him would for sure will bring some audience to look at you, and Scarlett might come looking for you in just a few seconds already, so you just scooted as far as you can, only for the man to pull the stool you're sitting on closer to him, almost making tears welled up in your eyes, thankfully, you girlfriend is just in time.

"Hey!"

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You don't know where she was going with her hurtful words.

She was a bit tipsy. A little bit tipsy for your liking.

It wasn't your fault. You know it wasn't your fault. You tried your best to make him go away, she might now saw that, but she saw how you scooted away from him before a fight between her broke out. Leaving the man's face bleeding before she practically gripped your wrist while her other hand went to your waist possessively.

She was almost carrying you out, she guided you to your seat in the red sports car she owned out of many. She slammed the door in front of your face, too harshly for your liking, it made you flinch, it made the beats of your heart became fast than it already was.

God, you know, it wasn't your fault. But, right now, it feel like it is. With all the words being thrown at you as soon as you both stepped inside the house, you following after her, wanting to know what's gotten her upset, wanting to know why she didn't hold you like she does whenever she sees you like this, in fear.

You were very scared.

Now, you felt more scared with her actions and confused with the way she's treating you right now.

Maybe, she wasn't just a little bit tipsy after all.

"I told you that I would get back immediately. I went to get us some drinks, but then you decided to whore yourself around behind my back. What were you thinking, Y/n?" She shouted, throwing the set of keys on the coffee table as you followed her to the living room.

You watched as she paced around the room, while you just stand there with your arms around yourself, as if it will protect you on what is coming. As if it would give you the comfort that you lack off, the comfort that Scarlett could only give.

She rubbed her face up and down with both of her hands, before the both of it raked her pixie hair. "Fuck, Y/n!" She stomped her foot on the ground, before turning around to look at you appropriately.

Her suit is messy and her sweats are a around the place. You don't know where she was being mad and upset about. Her words hurt. It was the first time she called you that, this was the first time she acted like this around you.

You didn't like the way she is acting.

The way she cursed your name in a harshly manner.

The way she was so mad at you for no complete reason.

"Wh-why are- w-what are you saying-" You couldn't even get to finish your sentence when she was again, shouting at you.

"Oh please..." She laughed as if it was funny, but now, tears were already streaming down your face as your heart started to hurt badly. She was drunk, maybe she can't see you clearly, she can't see the tears and how you started shaking so badly. "Don't act so innocent now. God, fuck!" She shouted once again, pacing around the room.

"How- god, Y/n. You don't- you don't know how that hurt me-" You couldn't help but to cut her off. What did hurt her? Did something hurt her the way you were hurting right now?

"What did? Did- did I do something-" Once again, it feels like you weren't allowed to talk when she cut you off, storming towards you that you couldn't help but walk backwards in fear.

"Who fucking told you to interrupt me?!" She was screaming straight to your face, before you felt her strong hands gripping your small biceps.

"Ah, Scar-" You whimpered, and she seemed to snapped out a little as she took her hands back before turning  around, her hands on her head as if she's going crazy.

You think so too.

She's going crazy.

She's hurting you.

You were sobbing when you heard her sniffles. 

She once again turned around to face you, there was something dark and dull in her eyes. You knew, in that moment, she's not the Scarlett you know. And, you could only pray to the gods above to bring that Scarlett back to save you from this woman in front of you.

She walked towards you until she was towering over you already. You couldn't help but to bow your head and tighten your arms around yourself.

"Do you know him?" She asked in a very darkened voice, you can't tell if it was just the alcohol speaking or it was really her. Your Scarlett.

"N-no, I don't..." This time you looked up at her, while you felt ome of her arm coming up to one of your biceps gripping it just as tight as earlier, that you tried to get away because of how much it hurts.

"The truth, Y/n. Tell me thr truth." Now, one of her hands was gripping both of your jaws, you couldn't help but to hold her wrist with both hands, but she was strong.

Much more stronger than you.

You couldn't get away because she was holding you bicep tightly.

Can't she hear your sobs? She once said it hurt her to see you crying, in pain, but now, she seems like a very different person.

Maybe, this was just a dream. A bad dream that you need to awake.

"It's the truth, Scarlett. P-please, believe me..." You tried to take deep breaths because you felt you chest tightening along with your anxiety starting to kick in. "Please..." You begged to the unknown shakily.

She only chuckled a little before harshly taking her hand off of your face, making your face turn to the other side, before she once again, dragged you up into the stairs, then to your room.

Your feet was barely touching the floor as you tried to keep up with her big and heavy steps.

"S-Scarlett, it hurts..." You tried so hard to take your arm back, but to no avail, you didn't. Your heart is beating so loudly, it feels like it wants to get out of your chest as your mind started to spiraling into the darkess unknown where you found yourself being into years ago.

You don't want to get back there.

Oh god, you don't want to go back.

Moments ago, you found yourself trying to be set free from her painful grasp, but now, you found yourself being so defeated that you just conceded to the defeat and just let her have you in ways that you didn't know she'll have you.

You found yourself being forced down on the soft king bed, both of your wrists were gripped tightly by one of her hand on top of your head, her other hand forcing one of your legs apart.

God, she was so strong while towering you over.

She was ripping you apart with her manhood, she already taken you while being bent over to the bed, your feet was barely touching the floor, it was now the second time that she forced a climax in you.

You felt your body getting in and out of consciousness as you continued receiving hittings everywhere her hands chose to land on.

You just know that tomorrow, you will be black and blue. Bruises will be littered on your skin. God, how did you go to this?

You pleas and begs seemed to be unheard by her. Your loud and broken cries was muffled by her bruising kiss whenever she would put her lips on yours.

"Scarlett! P-please... Stop! R-red! Red! I-I can't- I can't anymore. It hurts!" You started, only to be smacked in the face.

"Isn't this what you want? Huh? I'm giving you what you want, Y/n! Or, you like it more when it's that man who's doing this. Do you like that? I bet you do." There comes her sinister laugh, before you knew it, she was already throwing you to the floor before continued to rutting in you.

Your vision started to become blurry, until your voice started to become slurry. You felt wet liquid started to stream its way down on your face starting on your forehead down to the floor.

You were laying on your stomach, she was moving so harshly and so fast behind you. The pain was too much that you starting to feel numb.

You felt your chest becoming more tight, and before you knew it, darkness have already swallowing you over.

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Heyyy where have u been

hiiii, omgggg, i know I'm making you guys wait for so longggh for the updatess, but it's on the works! I've been so busy (still currently vv busy) but I'll try my best to update soonest!

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You know who's truly a million different people? Y/n

Y/n is a doctor, FBI agent, CSI, reporter, vigilante, hero, vilian, singer, actor, the most famous celebrity, most powerful character, assistant, CEO everything you say this mother fucker has done it

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MY SHAYLAAAA—this is so beautiful (im full blown crying)

Fallen Demon

© thewidowsledger - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Pairings: Demon!Natasha Romanoff x Summoner!Female Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Tags | Warnings: ANGST, bullying, FLUFF happy ending please trust me, this is my 'I lied put your clothes back on' trend entry

Author's Note: I honestly didn't feel satisfied with the first one I wrote since it was a rush, and I felt like I didn't give justice to the request of 🍠 this was still a rush since I wrote it in a 6-hours bus ride👉👈 but it came out the way I wanted to be and I hope y'all will like it as well. The real reason I wrote this is because of Hozier's DIWK cover, fudge I need it tattooed with every fiber of my being!

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"I had to, and you must say it."

"No, no, please I can't. I cannot."

"Princess, please," Natasha pleaded, desperation lacing her voice as she called out to you. She never kneeled before altars nor had prayed to Gods, but never had she felt this urge, this need to be understood, to be heard, by a mere human.

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A deep, foreboding sigh escaped her lips as she stood before the ritual circle, the symbols of summoning etched into the floor.

"How foolish," she muttered to himself, "to bind oneself to such a malevolent force once more." Then, she turned around to see you, kneeling on the floor.

Her smirk faltered as she beheld your naked body stiffed on the cold stone floor, head bowed submissively. The portal pulsed with an eerie light, casting long shadows across your trembling silhouette. Her eyes narrowed, curiosity and concern warring in their obsidian depths.

"To…what do I owe the pleasure, princess?"

You slowly looked at her, the fire burning in her eyes was washed with the tears that you had in yours.

"C-can you say I'm beautiful?"

With a wry chuckle that seemed too old for her youthful visage, she stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. "Princess, your request is as intriguing as it is foolish. Summoning a demon for mere sweet words? Truly, the lengths humans go to…"

You felt a strange warmth of shame spread through your chest as you bobbed your throat, you forced yourself not to let any tear slide down from your eyes.

Her powerful form seemed to shrink as she saw the memories in your eyes. The laughter, the whispers, the isolation. You being called names, you eating in a comfort cubicle and you crying for being locked inside it.

I hate myself.

She heard it, she heard your thoughts. Her eyebrows furrowed as she suddenly grasped the depth of your despair, your self-loathing thoughts echoing loudly in the silence between you. She clenched her jaw but it cracked, giving way to a softer expression.

Summoning a demon for a mere compliment, trading your body, having your soul sucked for words. It was indeed stupid. Desperate. Foolish. Absur—

"Stop those thoughts of yours, princess. They're too loud and not good for someone like you." Her voice had an unexpected caring tone that made you hitch your breath. "Dress yourself, I don't want you catching a cold."

She watched as you scrambled to gather the folded clothes, her supernatural grace contrasting sharply with your human clumsiness. Her observant gaze fell upon the bruises marring your skin and the gum stuck in your hair.

She really tried her hardest not to take you from there.

Her eyes roamed over your improved appearance, a glimmer of approval in her gaze. "Much better," she acknowledged with a nod. "I like the shirt but it is practically a dress on you. Are you auditioning for a role in a horror film?"

You let out a giggle and the sound was music to her ears. "It's all I got, everything's in the laundry." You spoke shyly, tucking a hair behind your ear.

Then, her gaze drifted around your small room, taking in the cramped space with a hint of disdain. "Your room is...cozy," she commented, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I've slept in closets larger than this."

You laughed again, hell, she would thank Jesus for that laugh.

"It's my apartment," you started, "the one you've been to before was my bestfriend's house which was miles away."

"The witch's house," she muttered and you nodded, her lip curling slightly as she remembered the eerie atmosphere of the place. "No wonder it felt...off whenever I was there. It reeked of herbs and spell components. Anyway, has she noticed anything unusual about her beloved houseplant yet?"

Well, the plant was still the same, and your bestfriend hasn't noticed anything when she came back, only your disheveled state and the eerie vibes she said your aura is giving during that day. And she, in fact, did a cleansing ritual on you while you were asleep, you were grateful to still woke up but choking with the smell of her cleansing stick candles and her muttering some gibberish witch prayers you god knows what.

"It's still okay, don't worry." You offered her a reassuring smile as you sat on your bed looking up at her huge form, she is literally having a hard time leaning down since height is much higher than your ceiling. "We can sit on the floor." You said, and then you moved to an indian sit form.

She then hesitantly copied your movements, her big legs folding between each other. "Don't be so sure about that, witches have really strong senses and intuition." She groaned as she finally sat across you, the ritual circle between you both.

"You're being bullied, aren't you?" The accusation hung heavy in the air.

Her gaze narrowed as she studied your face, taking in the faint bruises that are now hidden in your big shirt, the slight limp in your step, the way you always seemed to be on edge. And then a wad of gum stuck to your hair, a cruel prank meant to humiliate you.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. Your head was ducked, hiding your face behind a curtain of hair as you stared at your crossed thighs. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft sniffles you were trying desperately to suppress. You then slowly nodded and removed your eyeglasses to messily wipe your tears.

Your parents decided to send you abroad to study, and you were utterly culture shocked by the prevalence of bullying. You hadn't expected that the portrayal of bullying from the movie and series you watched in high school was actually reflecting reality. What's worse is you didn't see that it would happen to you. From being homeschooled to having to go abroad to study, it was the most difficult thing. You only had one friend, Wanda, and she is not here to comfort or protect you the way she did when you were just kids. Wanda had even told you to get the used tissue or get a strand of hair from your bullies and have it sent to her so she could handle the business, but you would just laugh at your witch friend during call with your swollen eyes and reassure her that you could handle it on your own and toughen up.

You are grown now and you told yourself that eventually you need to protect yourself from others, you cannot rely on your family or Wanda in your entire life. But the thought of standing up for yourself felt impossible. All you longed for was someone to step in and put an end to the torment, and you had no idea how to protect yourself from others when you were so worn down by it all.

"You could've asked me to return the favor to your bullies…" she spoke carefully but with a little bit of threat.

Now, you shook your head side by side. "Aren't you supposed to be enjoying this?" you asked, your voice trembling as tears welled up in your eyes. "I mean, you're a demon. Shouldn't you be relishing in my pain and suffering? You should be enjoying people doing cruelty to others. That's how you feed yourselves, with the sin of mankind."

"Princess," she sighed deeply, like she is disappointed but she is. "Is that why you were naked earlier? You ask something of me and I…take you in return so you just prepared yourself right away?"

Her gaze burned to you as well as the shame burning like a hot iron in your skin.

"It's not that I, as a demon, necessarily enjoy your pain and suffering for my own sake."

She took a moment to compose herself before continuing, carefully choosing her words to ensure you would understand. As she spoke, you drew your knees up inside the oversized shirt you were wearing, making yourself smaller and more vulnerable as you listened intently.

"You see," she began, her voice soft but firm, "I…I was born this way. I was born a demon, and my purpose is to be a punisher of those who have done wrong."

As soon as the words left her lips, she paused, studying your expression to see how you were processing what she had just said and to make sure you're not uncomfortable about it. Then, she continued, "I don't feed myself with sinful acts or relish in anyone's suffering, princess. Instead, I feed on those who have made…contracts with me. That's how I sustain myself. That doesn't mean I am delighted to do it."

"Hey," you crawled and sat right in front of her, your knees touching hers. "You may be a demon but you're not evil. I know that."

The demon's mouth was wide open as she stared at you in disbelief. Your words had struck a chord within her, leaving her stunned and speechless. She had never encountered a human who saw past her demonic nature, let alone voiced their belief aloud so confidently.

"Do I make you suffer?"

"What? No."

"No, when I come to visit you whenever for…for the contract. Do you feel pain whenever I…whenever I…take you?" The demon never stuttered not until this day.

You reached her face and caressed your thumb on her cheeks, "No." It was just one word but you hope it was enough to reassure the burning demon.

She doesn't take joy in sin. Especially not yours, she would punish herself for it. Her purpose is to punish those who commit it and feed herself with those who willingly and mistakenly entered into contracts with her by taking pieces of their souls. You were binded with her and she had come and taken you twelve times as you can remember. And now, you summoned her once again, making it more difficult for either of you to break the bound unless for one thing.

The demon couldn't deny it anymore, she had grown…attached to you, even though she tried to keep her emotions in check. She cannot help but notice how your laughter and hums had filled her with an unfamiliar sense of warmth. How you had clung to her after she had just ripped your innocence bit by bit and pounded a piece of your soul out of you, and after, you would still be asking when she would come back. That's why she would painfully leave as soon as your eyes had fluttered shut as you drifted off to sleep so she wouldn't have to deal with your questioning right after you wake up.

She had taken a piece of your innocence and soul, yet the purity and naivety in your eyes remained intact. This world is too brutal and cruel for someone as precious as you, and all she longed to do was shield you from its harshness.

But a demon couldn't. You are wrong, she was evil—she is evil—her very nature is inherently evil. She was consuming you bit by bit, feeding herself with your soul leaving you weak. She was the very threat she sought to safeguard you against.

She was never terrified of anything or any Gods, not until she thought how your laughter would not bring warmth the hell couldn't bring her. She was horrified at the idea of taking so much of your soul that your laughter would no longer bring the same joy and comfort.

She has to protect you from her, from consuming you more until there is nothing left from you.

She will not be the reason you will lose that light.

"My name's Natasha." The demon spoke after the long silence and staring.

You frowned and quickly rose to your feet, "No, no," Natasha watched you paced back and forth to your apartment. "Why did you tell me your name?!" You shouted, the tears are already falling down the ritual circle beneath you. "Why?!"

"I had to, and you must say it."

"No, no, please I can't. I cannot."

"Princess, please," Natasha pleaded, desperation lacing her voice as she called out to you. She never kneeled before altars nor had prayed to Gods, but never had she felt this urge, this need to be understood, to be heard, by a mere human.

"No! Fireball, that's your name! That's what we agreed upon on what I'll call you!" You shut your eyes in denial, that was the silly nickname you gave her since she didn't want to give her name when you first summoned her. At first you were determined to know it so you would break the contract, but as soon as her visitation became more frequent, that mission was long forgotten.

"Why?!" her demon voice thundered through the room, it was the first time you heard her voice like that again, and you swear you feel like the whole building felt it. "Every human I've ever bound would go to lengths just to know my name, just to break away from me!" She roared, her eyes blazing with demonic fire. "Why?! Wouldn't you say it?!"

"Because I love you, Natasha! I love you!"

Her eyes widening as she stared at you, the demonic fire in his eyes flickering in shock. She blinked, once, twice, trying to process the words that had just escaped your lips.

"I never liked my name not until I heard you say it." She spoke with a solemn smile.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what you just did, you frantically dropped to your knees before her. "No!" you exclaimed, your voice breaking with desperation as you reached out to cup her face in your hands. "Please, I take it back! I take it back!" you pleaded, your heart aching with regret.

"Hey, it's okay." Natasha's hand moved to gently hold your right hand that is on her face. "But that's not how it works, princess."

Demons are said to be creatures of fire and brimstone, devoid of human emotions and incapable of shedding tears. But tears streamed down her burning eyes, their tracks visible on her smooth skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her begin to glow, a faint, otherworldly light emanating from her form. You are helpless, unable to utter anything but the anguished plea of 'no's' as it left your lips on repeat.

"N-no…" Your body trembled, your tears streaming down your face as you shook your head sideways, then, you put the side of your head into her chest as if you're trying to hear her heartbeat, "No, please," you repeated once again, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to say it. I can't lose you, please."

You want to be with her, even if the means is her consuming you inch by inch, even if you're going to feel every bits of it.

"Please, say my name one more time. I like hearing you say it." Holding back tears, you shook your head defiantly, burying your face against her chest. Slowly, you looked up into her eyes, a broken, tear-stained mess.

You would meet the ends of hell to be with her.

Tenderly, Natasha reached out to touch your face, her touch gentle and warm. Her fingers grazed your skin as she softly cupped your cheeks, her eyes locking onto yours. A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she gently caressed your face with her thumb.

"I didn't know what I did for God to bring you to me. But I would thank Him profoundly," she whispered, her words quivering slightly. "For you are an angel sent from heaven, a beautiful, unexpected gift. One that is unworthy of a demon."

You would beg God to be with her.

Your lips quivered, you shook your head once more, slowly and deliberately, as if trying to reject the reality unfolding before your eyes.

"I've never been to heavens not until I met you, Natasha..."

"I love you, Y/N. Know that our love will bind us together, always. So long, princess."

The knock at your door jerked you out of your dazed state, suddenly jolting you back to reality. You blinked, bewildered and disoriented, trying to make sense of the jumble of confusing emotions and disjointed memories swirling in your mind and in front of you. You couldn't recall what had happened, why there was a ritual circle beneath where you were kneeling, or why you were a sobbing mess, repeating a name that was now lost in your tongue.

"Hey! Are you okay there?!"

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The senior night was in full swing, students were dancing and having a great time. But there you were slumped in your chair. You just didn't have the energy to get up and dance.

Some of your classmates came to ask if you wanted to dance, but you politely turned them down. You watched as everyone else seemed to be having the time of their lives. You tugged at the fabric, trying to get it to sit right on your shoulders. You fidgeted with the lace trim around the neckline, running your fingers over the delicate design. The more you fiddled with it, the more you began to realize how uncomfortable the gown truly was.

As you were messing with your gown, a voice suddenly spoke up next to you. "Hey, did you hear about Tracy?" asked your classmate Darcy as she took the seat beside you. "The one that sticked a juicyfruit in your hair in 2nd year?"

You looked up at Darcy, a deep sigh escaping your lips, "Yeah, it's not exactly something I want to remember. Cutting my hair shorter than I wanted wasn't fun."

Then Darcy said with a grin, "Well? That bitch wasn't here at the party because someone shaved her hair off during a sorority sleepover."

Your eyes widened in shock as you turned your full attention to her. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "You're kidding, right?" you asked in not wanting to believe it. "But she's the president."

Darcy nodded her head eagerly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "It's true, eyebrows included too,' she said between laughs, clearly enjoying the shock on your face. "And, and, and remember Aris, the guy that sparred with you in gym class even though you told him you were just a yellow belt and he's a black belt? And you were almost sent to the hospital?"

"Yeah..?" Now that's a core memory of yours that you could only cringe when you remember it on a sunny day.

"Asshole lost his national tournament and he got injured for life after his sparring with the freshie transferee."

"Freshie transferee?" you dumbfoundedly asked.

"Yeah," Darcy nodded, trying to be demure once again after she just unleashed a not-so-very demure laugh. "So yeah…I'm just here to deliver that information, I feel like you have a right to since those fuckers did you wrong back then."

"Please have fun, Y/N, c'mon!" Darcy shouted as she was practically being dragged to the dancefloor by her date, Jimmy.

You sat frozen in your chair, your mouth hanging open in complete shock at what she had just revealed to you. Those two left a scar on you that is still healing up to this day, but still, after hearing what happened to them, you felt bad.

After a few moments, you shook your head, realizing that you needed to get out of there. The room was starting to feel stuffy and suffocating. You stood up from your chair and made your way toward the door, knowing that some fresh air would do you good.

The cool night air was refreshing as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, appreciating the moment of solitude.

But then a voice broke through the silence, "This party was a mess, huh?"

There was something about the voice that sounded oddly familiar to you. It was as if you had heard it before, but you couldn't quite place it. But still, you continued standing with your back to the stranger, not feeling the need to turn and address whoever they are. You simply minded your own business, enjoying your fresh air.

"I like your gown."

You were in the middle of rolling your eyes in annoyance, prepared to tell whoever was trying to talk to you to leave you alone. But as soon as you caught sight of the fiery haired girl wearing a suit, you felt intimidated and her face seemed incredibly familiar to you, and your initial reaction was to squint to try and place where you had seen her before.

"T-thanks," you replied, your cheeks burning up.

"Got a name?"

You managed to stammer out a response. "I uhm...it's Y/N," you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Beautiful." She said before slowly walking towards you. "They call me freshie transferee which is so lame by the way."

"Wait…so you're—"

"My name's Natasha."

"Natasha…" you couldn't help but repeat her name softly, feeling a sense of familiarity in the way it rolled off your tongue. You swore to yourself, you have uttered the name before in so many ways.

Then, suddenly, her hand gently touched your face, causing you to snap back to reality. You locked eyes with her fiery gaze.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

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God remove anyone lying to me, using me, talking down on me & pretending to love me.

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thinking of f1 driver!agatha and basketball player!rio x model!fem!reader ahhhhh

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ohhhh, wait maybe one where reader hiding a baby from politician!agatha/kathryn bdjssjsissnsisbs

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thinking of politician!agatha (or maybe kathryn) x ex!wife reader who found out she was pregnant with agatha after a month of finally finalizing the divorce ahhhhhh or maybe they're not divorced yet, just going through it fjnsosnsosnsis help

im also thinking of starting fics for wanda plsssss if you have any thoughts or ideas that would hopefully fuel my inner desire to do so, feel free to send it (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡