#I've never interacted with a Natasha before

[ash-muses]

~ Natasha Romanoff ~

So, what brings you down to Earth to… unwantedly bless us with your presence.

"Ah, Agent," he mused in his typical half-playful, half-mocking demeanor. "We really should put a bell on you. Can't have you slinking about now, can we?" There was a hint of a sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips as he rounded to spot Natasha.

Loki's eyes glittered with a mix of amusement, recognition, and a sliver of arrogance, chin tilting up slightly in a display of subtle superiority. "Midgard has a certain... appeal, I suppose you could say." The trickster's smirk widened a fraction, adding a slightly barbed comment to test the waters. "Still lying and killing in the service of liars and killers, I take it?"

[emeraldserenade]

Heart Glasses ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: You meet your husband's new squadron one by one, all without them knowing who you truly were

tw: fem!reader, reader wears glasses, reader's mom's maiden name is Hearts, Bob's from Montana, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This was purely because I've been getting more strangers complimenting my heart shaped glasses

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Robert Floyd was a private person, everyone who meets him can attest to it. But, the one thing he could never keep quiet about, was his wife. The very same wife who the Dagger Squad had never met and had never seen a photo of.

"Are we even sure baby on board even has a wife?" Jake, stupidly, asked. The others ignored him, Bob wasn't one to lie and they've all seen the ring and heard the one sided phone calls.

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It was Natasha that met you first, you were in the same store as her and she had spotted your glasses from farther away.

"Hi, I just wanted to tell you that I love your glasses," Natasha said as she walked up, you smiled over at her.

"Oh, thank you! My husband got them for me because my mom's maiden name is Hearts," you told her. You noticed her uniform before speaking next, "Are you Navy?"

"I am," she told you, then recited her callsign. You smiled at her, told her that was a cooler call sign, and then you two said your goodbyes before leaving. As you walked away, you realized that had to be the Phoenix your husband was back seating for.

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You met Bradley next, your dad was also an enjoyer of Hawaiian shirts and his birthday was coming up. You saw a man walking around the same store you were in holding the perfect one for your father.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but where did you find that shirt?" You questioned the taller stranger.

"Oh, back there," Bradley pointed behind him snd your eyes caught sight of the shirt.

"Thank you!" You told him, racing off with a muted goodbye.

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Bradley and Natasha figured out their stranger interactions had been the same person at the Hard Deck a few days later.

"I ran into the woman who asked where I found this shirt at the mall the other day," Bradley told the group. "She had these heart glasses and it was like her whole face lit up when I told her," Bradley said, he was lamenting the fact that he never asked if she was single.

"Wait," Natasha cut in. "Did she have a black purse with a butterfly attachment and y/h/c hair?" Natasha questioned. y/h/c = your hair color

"Yeah, how did you know?" Bradley questioned, his face scrunched in confusion.

"That's the woman I complimented on her glasses! She's married, her husband got her glasses for her," Natasha told Bradley, her face twisting into disgust at his earlier words of wanting to take her out.

"Damn, that's one lucky man then," Bradley mused, everyone missing the small grin growing on Bob's face. He had figured you were the one they were talking about.

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Mickey was the next to meet you, he had recognized your description from the others and wanted to double check you were you. You were just walking to your car from work.

"Hi, this may sound weird but did you ask a taller man with a mustache about a Hawaiian shirt and get complimented on your glasses by a woman whose call sign is Phoenix?" Mickey rushed out before you could run away from the odd question.

"Oh, yeah, why?" You had subtly taken a step back from him.

"I'm in their squadron! They will never believe that I met you," Mickey pumped his fist in the air and you relaxed.

"Oh, well, hello," you laughed gently, your smile easy. "What do they call you?"

"Fanboy, but my name's Mickey, ma'am," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Nice to meet you Mickey," you offered your name before walking away, you got in the car and let yourself laugh even harder. These were definitely the people from your husband's squadron.

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Jake was next, he hit on you before you even looked at him.

"What's a darling lady like you doing alone?" Jake slid into your space, you were grocery shopping for breakfast while Bob slept in a bit.

"Mu husband's asleep," you told him, turning to face him.

"Wait, no way, you're the infamous y/n?" He perked up and you realized what was happening.

"Are you another from the group of people from the same squadron that I keep running into?" You questioned, a humorous smile growing on your face.

"I am, the name's Hangman," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Well, I have no idea how many more of you there are," you lied. "But tell the others I'm excited to run into them as well," you bit him farewell while leaving, missing Jake pulling his phone out to text the Dagger Squad group.

Bagman: You'll never guess who I ran into Phoenix: Heart glasses y/n? Bagman: At the grocery store Rooster: You hit on her, didn't you? Fanboy: He most definitely did Phoenix: Did she bring up her husband? Bagman: She did Payback: I was supposed to meet her next! Coyote: I call next time

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You met Ruben next, much to Javy's dismay. You were at the gym and Ruben couldn't find his earbud case.

"Hi, sorry," Ruben automatically apologized when you slightly jumped. "I didn't mean to scare you, it's just that I was using this machine earlier and I can't find my earbud case. Have you seen one around here by chance?"

"Oh, is it blue?" You questioned, your glasses slowly falling down your face. It brought them to Ruben's attention and you saw him get excited.

"Yeah, it is, you wouldn't happen to be y/n, would you?"

"I am, are you apart of that Navy squadron?" You grabbed the blue earbud case you had seen under the machine earlier and handed it to him.

"That I am," he affirmed and you gave him a small smile. "Thanks for this," he lifted the case up just enough for you to see it.

"You're welcome,' you paused, waiting for his name.

"Payback or Ruben, ma'am," he told you and you nodded once. You two went your separate ways and as you left for the locker room, you texted your husband.

My Girl ❤️: I ran into another one of your friends My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: Who was it? My Girl ❤️: Payback, he was nice. Called me ma'am and only approached me because he lost his earbud case My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: You've got one left to meet My Girl ❤️: I know, they act like they're all meeting me. I'm meeting them My Girl ❤️: Also I'm very sweaty and it will be your problem when I get home. I'm going to be all over you My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: I can't wait

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The last to meet you was Javy, he saw you as you walked into the hangar. You were there to pick up Bob since you had to borrow his truck while your car was in the shop, and Javy recognized your description right away.

"Holy shit, you're y/n! I'm Coyote or Javy!" He practically shouted, causing many to look over at you. You were suddenly surrounded by the entire squadron, questions flying at you faster than you could process.

Your savior came in the form of your husband, as always. His hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you to him, his hand slipping right to it's home on your waist. "Are you ok?" Bob lowly asked in your ear, you nodded with a bright smile on your face.

"Wait," Jake called out but his shock made him pause. "Your husband's baby on board?"

"Yeah, my husband's Bob," you told him, your eyes sharpening at the name Jake called him.

"How long have you known who we were?" Natasha asked.

"Since you, well, I didn't know who Bradley was until Bobby came home and told me. I'm sorry for never asking your name to properly thank you," you apologized to the man but he waved you off.

"I think that's ok, I did accidentally tell your husband how I was upset at myself for never asking you out," Bradley told you and you laughed at the feeling of Bob tightening his hold on you.

"He told me about that, while I appreciate two of you thinking I'm attractive, I am very happy in my marriage," you told them, it was enough to snap Jake out of his shock.

"How the hell did Bob bag you?" Jake exclaimed and you looked over at him again.

"He's got a huge," Bob cut you off with a tug away from the others.

"Ok, that's enough," your husband told you with ear tipped ears. You gave him a sweet smile as you heard the laughter from his squad. Bob led you away from them and out of the building and to the car. "You're going to pay for that," Bob told you as he started his truck, his hand landing on your thigh.

"I can't wait," you told him, your smile widening just a little bit more.

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[buckyalpine]

I've always had this acting AU idea where you and Bucky are co-stars in a movie/tv show and your characters are enemies. It makes people feral because you're both so crazy attractive but you just hate each other so much on screen and your story lines have you at each others throats.

Now the part I love with this idea is the press actually thinking you don't get along with him whatsoever and thinking there's drama between the cast because you're never around with them. Whenever they hang out together, literally everyone by you is there. There are so many rumors about how Bucky can't stand working with you and how the cast leaves you out. Natasha even had a thanksgiving dinner recently and the Instagram photo she posted has literally everyone present but you.

Things heat up even more when you barely update your own socials after filming wrapped up. You basically disappeared and it confirms everyone's suspicions. The only time you post here and there is when you're at home alone, doing your own thing. You're never present in any of the interviews. No one ever comments even when they're directly asked about you. There has to be drama.

It's been over a year of near radio silence and people anticipating for the release of this movie.

I love the idea of the movie premier day being full of anticipation and people buzzing over if Bucky would bring a date, if you'd even show up, wondering how you'd interact with everyone else. No one's even seen you but you're one of the main characters so you have to show-

A large black SUV rolls up.

Then Bucky steps out.

Everyone screams. He looks stunning in his all black suit, with his scruffy beard and chestnut locks. Instead of making his way down the red carpet, he stays in place waiting for someone to join him.

Confused murmurs start among the screaming.

And then.

He holds his hand out to help you out.

And everyone goes absolutely wild as you step out, seeing your very round baby bump and that ring on your finger. He makes a show of kissing you deeply before walking you down and of course the cast showers you in love and hugs as if you're all in your own little bubble.

They already knew all long. The secret, low key relationship with you and Bucky. You didn't want people to know because it would bring on so much speculation and scrutiny. When everyone bombards you both with what's going on, Bucky only answers one reporters question with a simple "I'm here with my wife"

Seriously, people can't handle it.

A few days after the reveal, Bucky, you and the rest of the cast including Sam, Steve, Nat and so many others post all the outings they had where you were actually present. The "thanks giving dinner" was actually your baby shower. So many pictures where they're holding your bump with "aunt" and "uncle" sashes tied around them. Pictures from the secret wedding. The honeymoon. The cutest pictures of Bucky cuddled up with you; wholesome intimate moments with you and him. Moments with getting mani pedis with Nat and Wanda.

No on can understand how this was all hidden so well. No one would have guessed.

Weeks later you have your babies and this time everyone posts pictures, all of them surrounding you in the hospital.

Seriously, this reveal breaks the internet in a way you'd never imagine.

[natsaffection]

I have a platonic, non smut request if you’re down! Nat x fem!reader, they’re a couple and live in a neighborhood w a girl who’s young (5 or smth) . The girl is sweet and has lemonade stands in front of her house n stuff so that’s how nat and reader interact w her. One day, the girl runs to nat and reader’s house, banging on the door begging to be let in because her mom’s boyfriend beat her up or was threatening to. Nat and reader let her in immediately and go into protection mode, even when the bf starts spitting lies, blaming the girl.

This was inspired by a video I saw where a neighbor was protecting a girl and thought it would work perfectly w nat given her own red room history n stuff. I feel like she would tolerate no BS. I know this is very different from what u normally write so I hope it’s ok 🫶

Through Darkness | N.R

Warnings: Domestic Violants, Threatening to hurt a child, mentioned of Bruises, Happy end!!

Word count: 5,4k

A/n: That was the sweetest thing I've ever written. But I needed help, so I watched We Bought a Zoo with Scarlett while I was writing.🫂

Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water. Her sharp eyes watched you as you bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh basil and tomatoes filled the room, making the house feel even more like a home. It had been a few months since they moved into this quiet neighborhood. After everything Natasha had been through, the chaos and destruction, the idea of a peaceful life seemed foreign to her. But here, with you by her side, she began to understand what peace could feel like.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” you said, looking up from the pot you were stirring. Your smile was one Natasha had grown fond of. Warm, welcoming, and full of love. It was a smile that made Natasha’s heart ache with how much you meant to her. She smiled back, setting down her glass and moving to stand next to you. “It smells fantastic. You always manage to make something special out of so little.”

You chuckled softly. “Years of practice. Plus, I had to learn to keep up with you.” Before Natasha could respond, a high-pitched voice outside caught her attention. “Lemonade! Fresh lemonade! Only fifty cents a cup!”

Both of you turned to the window that overlooked the front yard. There, on the sidewalk across the street, stood a little girl, no older than five. Her brown curls bounced as she enthusiastically waved a homemade sign. Next to her was a small table with a pitcher of lemonade and a few paper cups. You smiled affectionately. “She’s out there almost every day. Have you seen her?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, I’ve noticed her a few times. Sweet kid.”

“Let’s go say hello.” you suggested, already wiping your hands on a dish towel. “And maybe grab some lemonade.” Natasha hesitated for a moment, but the gentle encouragement in your eyes was enough. “Alright.” she agreed with a smile.

Together, you left the house and crossed the street. The little girl’s face lit up as she saw you approaching. “Hi!” she called out cheerfully, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you want some lemonade?” You knelt down to her level, your smile gentle. “We’d love some. What’s your name, little one?”

“I’m Lily!” the girl said proudly, carefully pouring lemonade into two cups. Natasha handed her a dollar bill. “Keep the change, Lily.” Her eyes widened, and she beamed at Natasha. “Thank you! My mom says it’s important to save money, and I want to buy a new doll.”

“That’s a great goal.” you said, taking a cup from Lily. “I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha. We live right across the street.”

“Are you married?” Lily asked innocently, and her question caught Natasha off guard. You laughed softly and glanced at Natasha. “Not yet, but maybe one day.” Natasha felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words. She had never thought about marriage before, but the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched now.

Lily nodded seriously, as if your answer made perfect sense. “You should be. You’re both really nice.” Natasha and you exchanged a look, both touched by the child’s innocent wisdom. You stayed with Lily for a few more minutes, chatting about her lemonade business and the dolls she wanted to buy. Natasha found herself relaxing more than she had in weeks, and the simple joy of the moment eased some of the tension she had been carrying.

As you said your goodbyes and headed back to your house, you took Natasha’s hand and intertwined your fingers. “She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, she is. She reminds me that there’s good in the world.” You squeezed her hand gently. “And that’s exactly what we’re fighting for.” Natasha smiled, feeling a sense of peace spread through her. In this quiet neighborhood, with you by her side and a little girl selling lemonade, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.

The days settled into a pleasant rhythm. Natasha and you looked forward to the moments when you would see Lily, her bright smile and cheerful energy a welcome addition to your lives. Often, you would stop by her lemonade stand, sometimes just to chat, and other times to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cold drink on a warm day.

One Saturday afternoon, you decided to take a walk through the nearby park. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light over the tree-lined paths. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the laughter of children echoed from a nearby playground. As you walked hand in hand, Natasha noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Lily was skipping along the path, holding hands with a woman who must have been her mother. The woman was tall and slender, with the same brown curls as Lily, though hers were tied up in a loose bun. She had a kind face, but Natasha couldn’t miss the weariness in her eyes.

You waved to them, and Lily’s face lit up when she recognized you. “Natasha! Y/N!” she called, pulling her mother along behind her. Natasha and you smiled as you approached, exchanging a warm greeting with the little girl. Lily’s mother smiled politely, but there was a slight tension in her posture, as if she were carrying a burden no one else could see. “Hello.” you said kindly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha.”

The woman nodded, a small, somewhat forced smile on her lips. “I’m Rachel. Lily talks about you two all the time. She’s always excited to see you.” Lily beamed up at her mother. “They’re my best customers!”

Natasha laughed, kneeling down to Lily’s level. “And you’re our favorite lemonade seller.” Lily giggled, clearly pleased with the attention. As Natasha stood back up, she noticed Rachel’s gaze flick nervously over her shoulder. She followed Rachel’s eyes and saw a man standing a few steps away, his hands deep in his pockets, watching them. He was tall and broad shouldered, his expression unreadable, but something about the way he looked at Rachel made Natasha uneasy.

Rachel’s smile faltered a little, and she quickly looked back at you and Natasha. “That’s Mark, my.. boyfriend." she said, her voice a little strained. Mark nodded in greeting, but his eyes never left Rachel. Natasha felt a wave of discomfort rising in her. She had spent years honing her instincts, learning to pick up on the smallest signs of danger, and right now, every instinct was telling her that something was off.

You, always attuned to Natasha’s moods, noticed the subtle shift in her posture. You glanced at her questioningly, but she gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. Not here, not now. “Are you headed to the playground?” you asked in a light, casual tone, trying to diffuse the tension. Rachel nodded, her grip on Lily’s hand tightening. “Yes, Lily loves the playground. We try to come on weekends.”

“That’s great..” you replied, smiling at Lily. “Maybe we’ll see you around more often.” Lily looked up at her mother eagerly. “Can we play with them, Mama? Please?” she asked, her eyes hopeful as she gazed at her Mama. But she hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Mark, who only gave a slight nod of his head. “Maybe another time, sweetheart. We need to head home soon.”

Lily pouted a little but didn’t argue, sensing her mother’s unease. “Okay…” she said softly. Natasha’s heart ached at the sight of the disappointed little girl. She wanted to ask Rachel if everything was okay, if there was anything they could do to help, but she knew better than to push. Instead, she gave Lily a reassuring smile. “We’ll see you soon, okay?” Lily nodded, her smile returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okay! Bye, Natasha! Bye, Y/N!”

“Goodbye!” you called as you parted ways and continued down the path. As you walked further along the trail, Natasha’s thoughts kept circling back to what she had just witnessed. Something wasn’t right about the whole encounter, especially in the way Rachel and Mark interacted. It wasn’t just protectiveness or possessiveness in Mark’s eyes..there was something darker, something that set off alarm bells in Natasha’s mind.

You gently squeezed Natasha’s hand, pulling her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with concern. Natasha cast one last glance back in the direction where Rachel, Lily, and Mark had disappeared. “I’m not sure..” she said softly. “But I’m going to find out.”

You nodded, trusting Natasha’s instincts implicitly. “Do you think she’s in trouble?” Natasha didn’t answer right away. She was trying to piece together the puzzle in her head, figuring out what exactly had triggered her discomfort. “Maybe..” she finally said. “Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.”

You frowned, your worry growing. “If you think something’s wrong, we should do something. We can’t just ignore it.” Natasha nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “We won’t. But we have to be careful. If there’s really something going on, we don’t want to make it worse.” As you continued your walk, the warmth of the sun on your back, Natasha’s thoughts kept returning to Rachel and Lily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace they had found in this quiet neighborhood was more fragile than it seemed. And if something threatened that peace, Natasha was ready to do whatever it took to protect the people she cared about.

The night was quiet and still, with the moon casting a soft, silver glow over the neighborhood. Natasha and you slept peacefully in your bed, your bodies nestled close together, the gentle sound of your breathing the only noise in the room. The calm of the night seemed to envelop you, offering a rare moment of complete tranquility.

But that peace was abruptly shattered by frantic knocking at the front door. Natasha was the first to stir, her finely tuned instincts kicking in immediately. In an instant, she was out of bed, pulling on a shirt as she moved, her senses on high alert. You were awake a second later, your heart racing at the sound.

“Natasha?” you called softly as you quickly threw something on as well. “Stay here,” Natasha instructed, but you followed her downstairs anyway.

The knocking at the door grew more desperate, and Natasha felt a cold fear settling in her stomach. She motioned for you to stay back as she approached the door, but the moment she heard the sobbing of a child, all caution was forgotten. She flung the door open to find Lily standing there, her face streaked with tears, her small body trembling in the cool night air.

“Lily!” you exclaimed in shock, immediately kneeling down to be at eye level with the girl. “Sweetheart, what happened? Why are you out here?” Lily looked up at you, her lip quivering, but she said nothing. She shook her head and took a small step back, as if afraid to enter the house.

Natasha’s heart broke at the sight of the terrified little girl. She knelt beside you, her voice gentle and calm. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you.” But Lily’s eyes were still wide with fear, and she clung to her stuffed animal. She was trembling so much that she could barely stand.

You gently placed a hand on Lily’s arm. “You don’t have to be scared, Lily. You can tell us what happened. We just want to help.” For a moment, Lily seemed torn between her fear and her trust in the two of you. She glanced back at the dark street, her breath catching as if she were reliving whatever had driven her to your doorstep. Then, slowly, she took a hesitant step forward and allowed you to pull her into a warm embrace.

Lily buried her face in your shoulder, her small body shaking with silent sobs. “H-He was..he was so angry..?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Natasha exchanged a worried look with you, her protective instincts flaring. “Who was angry, Lily?” she asked gently, though she already had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Lily clung to you, her small hands gripping your shirt as if she were afraid to let go. She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe, her sobs coming in ragged gasps.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay..” you murmured, your voice soft and soothing as you held Lily close. You look at Natasha and don't know exactly what to do now. Natasha quickly stepped outside, her eyes scanning the dark street, searching for any signs of danger, but the neighborhood was eerily still. She turned back to you and Lily, her heart breaking at the sight of the frightened little girl.

“Lily, sweetheart, who was angry? Can you tell us?” Lily’s sobs began to subside, though she was still trembling. She buried her face in your shoulder again, her voice muffled and broken. “H-He hit Mommy! He kept hitting her. She told him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop…” Your grip around Lily tightened protectively, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Do you mean your mom’s friend? You did the right thing coming here, Lily.”

Lily sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Yes..her friend, and I remembered you said I could always come to you..” Natasha felt a surge of anger and protectiveness like she had never felt before. The thought of someone hurting this sweet little girl or her mother was unbearable. But she knew she needed to stay calm for Lily’s sake. She closed the door behind her and knelt down again.

“You were so brave, Lily." Natasha said softly, her voice steady. “You did the right thing. You’re safe now, I promise.” The little girl trembled and buried her face in your shoulder again. “I want my mommy..II want her to be okay..” You rocked her gently, your heart breaking at the thought of a child so young having to endure such fear. “We’re going to make sure your mommy is okay. We’re going to help her, and we’re going to help you.”

Natasha and you exchanged a determined look. You both knew that action needed to be taken. Natasha placed a hand on Lily’s back, trying to soothe her. “Lily, I’m going to go check on your mommy, okay? Y/n will stay here with you.”

Lily looked up at you with big, frightened eyes and clung even tighter to you. “No! Please don’t go! He’s still there! He’ll hurt you too!” Before Natasha could respond, Lily’s eyes widened with new fear. She clutched at you and began to scream in high-pitched tones. Natasha froze as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the porch too. The sharp smell of alcohol was the first thing she noticed, and she knew immediately who it was.

Mark.

Your face paled as you glanced toward the door, and Natasha quickly analyzed the situation. "Y/n, take her upstairs. I’ll handle this." You lifted Lily into your arms, her small face buried in your neck. "Please be careful, Natasha.."

Natasha nodded, not taking her eyes off the door. “Go.” The little girl clung to you tightly as you hurried up the stairs. Natasha positioned herself between the door and the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for what was about to happen. The door was thrown open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Mark stumbled into the house, his face red with anger, his eyes bloodshot and wild. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and Natasha’s stomach churned at the sight of him.

“Where is she?!” Mark slurred, his voice dripping with rage. “Where’s that little brat? She’s the one to blame for all of this!!” His eyes narrowed as he charged toward Natasha, his fists swinging wildly. But Natasha was faster. She dodged his attack effortlessly, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back in one fluid motion. Mark cried out in pain, but Natasha didn’t loosen her grip.

“Let me go, you bitch!” Mark bellowed, struggling to free his arm from her grasp, but Natasha held him with iron strength. “You’re not going to get near that girl again." Natasha hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ve done enough damage.” Mark fought against her hold, but it was futile. Natasha easily forced him to the ground and held him there. She could feel his muscles tense under her grip, but she didn’t relent.

Upstairs, you quickly brought Lily into the guest room and gently set her on the bed. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here, understand? I’ll make sure of it.” Lily was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear. “Will he hurt Natasha?”

“No," you said firmly, though the fear for Natasha grew within you. "Natasha is very strong, and she’ll make sure he can’t hurt anyone anymore. But I need to make a call, okay? We need to call the police so they can help us.” Lily nodded hesitantly, curling up with her stuffed animal. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialed 911, your voice trembling slightly as you explained the situation to the dispatcher.

Downstairs, Natasha was still holding Mark down on the floor, her mind racing. She knew she needed to get Rachel and Lily out of this situation permanently, but for now, Mark was the immediate threat. The sound of sirens in the distance brought a sense of relief. Help was on the way. Mark groaned beneath her, still struggling weakly. “You..you can’t do this!! Who do you think you are?!”

Natasha leaned closer to him, her voice a deadly whisper. “Oh, watch me.” Minutes later, two police officers burst into the house. Natasha stood up and released Mark, the officers immediately moving to restrain him. He was still shouting, hurling curses and threats, but Natasha felt nothing but disgust as they hauled him to his feet. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as they led Mark out of the house.

“I’m fine." Natasha replied coolly. “But you should check on the mother across the street. I think she’s in bad shape.” The officer nodded seriously. “We’ll take care of it. Thank you for stepping in.” Natasha watched as they led Mark out of the house and closed the door behind them. The house was suddenly quiet again, but the tension in the air remained palpable. Natasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves before heading upstairs.

When she reached the guest room, she found you sitting on the bed next to Lily. The little girl had finally calmed down and was no longer crying. The sight of the vulnerable and frightened child made Natasha’s heart ache, but she forced herself to smile gently as she approached. “It’s over." Natasha said softly. “He’s gone.”

Lily looked up at her, her eyes still wet with tears. “Is my mommy okay?” Natasha knelt beside the bed, her voice gentle and reassuring. "The police are going to check on your mommy and make sure she's okay. And we're going to help you and your mommy, Lily. We won't let anyone hurt you again."

Lily nodded slowly, a small spark of hope appearing in her eyes. "Promise?" Natasha reached out and softly wiped away a tear from Lily's cheek. "I promise."

You wrapped your arm around Lily and pulled her close. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We'll take care of everything." As Lily finally began to relax in your arms, Natasha felt a deep determination rising within her. This wasn't the end of the situation, but it was the first step. She was going to do everything in her power to protect Lily and Rachel, no matter what it took.

The paramedics had just treated Rachel’s injuries, and the police were finishing their reports. The once peaceful night was now filled with quiet, official conversations, and the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow through the windows. Lily sat on the sofa between Natasha and you, her small body still trembling, and her large eyes reflected a mixture of fear and confusion.

Rachel sat nearby, her face marked with bruises, and her expression was exhausted. The weight of the night’s events had drained her, but her entire focus was on Lily, who was like a beacon of strength for her. One of the police officers approached Rachel, his tone professional but gentle. “Mrs. Dawson, under the circumstances, protocol requires that we place your daughter in temporary foster care until you are able to care for her again.”

Rachel’s already pale face turned even whiter, and she immediately shook her head, panic flashing in her eyes. “No! No, please, she can’t go into foster care.. She’s been through enough. Please, don’t take her away from me!”

Lily looked up in alarm at the officer’s words, her wide, frightened eyes turning to her mother. “Mama..I don’t want to go..” Instinctively, you put your arm around Lily and pulled her closer to you. Natasha’s expression darkened as she sensed the rising fear in Rachel and Lily. The thought of Lily being taken away, even temporarily, was unthinkable to you both. Not after everything the little girl had already endured.

Rachel looked at Natasha and you with desperation, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please..she can stay with you, right? You live right across the street. She knows you, she feels safe with you..please, don’t let them take her away.” The officer hesitated, visibly torn. “Ma’am, I understand your concern, but the safety of the child is our top priority. We need to ensure that she’s in a stable environment while you recover.”

Natasha stood up, her stance determined as she stepped forward. “She is in a stable environment. Right here, with us.” Her voice was calm but firm, with the tone of someone who wasn’t used to being questioned. You nodded, equally resolute. “We live right across the street. We’re neighbors and friends, and Lily trusts us. We can take care of her while Rachel is in the hospital. You can check in on her anytime.”

The officer looked between Natasha and you, clearly aware of who you both were. He sighed, knowing this wasn’t an easy decision. “Are you sure you can take on this responsibility? It could be several days, maybe longer.”

Natasha didn’t hesitate. “We’re sure. We’ll make sure she’s safe, and she’ll be close to her mother. That’s what’s best for her.” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears of relief as she reached for Lily’s hand. “Please, Officer.. don’t take her away from me. I can’t bear it. She’s been through enough already.” The officer exchanged a look with his colleague, then back at Natasha and you. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright. We’ll allow it, but we’ll need to conduct regular checks to ensure everything is going smoothly.”

Natasha nodded. “Of course. We’ll cooperate fully.” The officer turned to Rachel. “We’ll take you to the hospital now, Mrs. Dawson. You need to focus on your recovery.” Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face as she turned to Lily. “Sweetheart, you’ll stay with Natasha and Y/n for a little while, okay? They’ll take good care of you.”

Lily, still clutching her stuffed animal, looked up at her mother, her voice trembling. “But..I-I want to stay with you, Mama..”

Rachel’s heart broke at her daughter’s words, but she forced herself to smile despite the pain. “I know, darling. And I want to stay with you too. But I need to get better first, so I can be with you again. Natasha and Y/n will take care of you, and I’ll be very close by, okay?” Lily nodded slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Okay..but promise me you’ll come back soon?”

Rachel’s voice cracked as she leaned down and kissed Lily’s forehead. “I promise, sweetheart. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” You gently took Lily’s hand in yours, your voice soft and reassuring. “Let’s go home, Lily. We’ll make you some hot chocolate and get you to bed, okay?” Lily nodded again, her small hand gripping yours tightly. She gave her mother one last look, and Rachel smiled encouragingly through her tears and nodded to her.

As the paramedics helped Rachel to her feet and escorted her out of the house, you and Natasha led Lily back across the street to your home. The little girl was quiet, her mind clearly processing everything that had happened. You carried her into the living room and set her on the sofa while Natasha locked the door and made sure the house was secure.

Inside, you knelt in front of Lily and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re so brave, Lily. Your Mama is going to get better, and we’ll take care of you until then. You’re safe here with us.” Natasha sat down beside Lily on the sofa. “We’ll make sure you stay close to your Mommy, and we’ll visit her as soon as she’s feeling better. But for now, we’re here for you.”

Lily looked up at both of you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and trust. “Okay..but can we visit her tomorrow?” You smiled, your heart filled with love for the little girl. “We’ll try, sweetheart. Let’s get through the night first, and then we’ll see what we can do tomorrow.” Natasha gently stroked Lily’s hair, feeling a strong protective instinct for the child who had already been through so much. “We’re here for you, Lily. You’re not alone.”

In the quiet of the night, as Lily finally fell asleep in the next room, you and Natasha shared a silent moment of reflection. You had stepped into this role out of necessity, but now it felt like more. You were no longer just neighbors or friends; you were a family, brought together by circumstances and bound by love. And as long as you had each other, you knew you could face any challenges that lay ahead.

The visit to the hospital the next day went as well as could be hoped for in such a situation. Lily clung to her mother, her small body finally relaxing in the comforting arms of Rachel, and Rachel, though bruised and exhausted, smiled brighter than Natasha and you had ever seen. There was still a long road ahead of them, but the worst seemed to be over.

Three days later, Rachel was discharged. As the evening wore on, you and Natasha returned home, your house now quieter without Lily’s youthful energy. The night had gently fallen over the neighborhood, and a sense of calm finally settled in after the emotional whirlwind of the past few days. After getting ready for bed, you found yourselves lying close together, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Your hands were intertwined, both of you lost in thought.

You broke the silence first, your voice gentle. “You were amazing with Lily, Nat. You really helped her through something so terrible.” Natasha turned her head slightly to look into your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just wanted to make sure she was safe. She’s a strong little girl, but no one should have to go through what she did.”

You nodded, your gaze softening as you brushed a strand of hair from Natasha’s face. “You have such a strong protective instinct. That’s one of the things I love most about you.” Natasha’s smile faded a little, and she looked away, her eyes clouded with memories she rarely let surface. You, always sensitive to her moods, hesitated before speaking again.

“Nat..h-have you ever thought about..starting a family of our own?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with both hope and caution. Natasha held her breath for a moment, feeling her heart tighten. She had always known this conversation would come eventually, but now that you had voiced it, it felt even more real. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice calm but tinged with deep pain.

“You know that I…The Red Room made sure that..” Your heart aching at the thought of all the horrors Natasha had endured, and the irreversible damage done to her body. It was a subject Natasha rarely spoke about, and you had always respected that, never pushing, because you knew how deeply the pain ran. “I know, Nat.." you said softly, holding her hand a little tighter. “But..family doesn’t have to be just biological. Look at what we’ve done for Lily in just a few days. You were there for her like a mother would be. And I think..I think you’d make an incredible mom. And..if it’s okay to say this..But what if I get pregnant?”

Natasha looked into your eyes, her green eyes reflecting the inner battle she was fighting. “But what if..what if I can’t do it? What if I can’t be what a child needs? I’ve spent my whole life fighting, Y/n. I’m not sure I even know how to be..normal.”

You smiled, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, Natasha. That’s exactly why I love you. And being parents doesn’t mean we have to be perfect. It means loving, protecting, and doing our best.” Natasha’s heart ached with a mix of longing and fear. The thought of having a family, of creating something good and whole out of the broken pieces of her past, was both terrifying and tempting. But as she looked into your eyes, she felt a warmth, a hope she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

“Do you really think we could do it?” Natasha asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. You nodded, your eyes shining with love and certainty. “Yes, I do. And we��d do it together, just like we do everything else. We don’t have to decide right now, but..I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about it. And I would want to do it with you.”

Natasha was silent for a long moment, letting the idea settle in her heart. It was a difficult topic, one that opened old wounds, but your unwavering support gave her the courage to at least consider it. Finally, Natasha nodded slightly, her grip on your hand tightening just a little. “Maybe..maybe one day. I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but..I’d like to think about it. With you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with even more love for the woman beside you. “That’s all I could ever want, Nat..Everything in its own time.” The two of you lay there in silence for a while, holding each other close, the weight of the conversation gradually giving way to a deep, comforting sense of connection. Outside, the night was quiet and peaceful, and inside, in the warmth of your love, the future seemed a little less daunting. As Natasha closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under her hand, she allowed herself to dream of a future where the two of you could build a family together. It was a new and unfamiliar dream, but with you by her side, it no longer seemed impossible. And with you beside her, she knew you could face whatever the future had in store for you both.

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[traveler-at-heart]

Hot To Go

Summary: You're horny and Natasha's teasing you. That's pretty much it!

Also, I've been telling you all to listen to Chappell Roan since last year so if you haven't, DO IT NOW.

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Hopeless.

That’s how you feel as you walk back to the Compound, hot and bothered. The plan is to go straight to your room, but Wanda’s in the living room reading her book.

“Did you have fu…?” she says as soon as you walk in.

“Nope” you don’t let her finish, plopping next to her on the couch.

“What…”

“Garden gnomes”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific”

“We were having dinner, she invited me over for coffee. And when I went inside her apartment, I was met with at least fifty figures of garden gnomes”

“Like… decoration?”

“Like pets, according to her” you rub your eyes, trying to erase the image from your mind. “I was willing to maybe ignore it… until I went to her room and there were a dozen more”

“So? Just turn off the light” Wanda says, with a neutral expression. As if she’s not hearing the weirdest fucking thing on the planet right now.

“No, she said we should leave it on because they’re scared of the dark”

That finally breaks her and she lets out a loud laugh.

“Not funny” you throw a cushion towards her and she catches it.

It’s been four months since you’ve gotten laid. Not like you can’t handle a dry spell, but for some reason -perhaps the stress of work and missions- you’ve been particularly… needy. But everytime you go on a date, it ends in disaster.

“I should join a convent” you groan, your head resting on the back of the couch as you look at the ceiling.

“Nice, surrounded by other women. Maybe then you’ll get lucky”

“Not funny” you repeat, defeated.

“What about…?”

“Don’t” you stop her before she can even begin. You don’t need to look at Wanda to know what she’s about to say.

“I’m just saying…”

“Not another…”

“Natasha”

“…word. Damn it, Wanda. That has never been an option”

“You’re being stupid” she says and you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch.

“Gotta go and take matters into my own hands”

“Gross”

Wanda makes a face and you laugh, the both of you too distracted to notice someone else on the doorway, listening intently to the conversation.

—

Movie night is the perfect distraction, or so you think.

Since you’re all fidgety and restless, you opt for the couch in the back of the room, holding a bucket of popcorn against your chest.

The boys have settled on Atomic Blonde, with Bucky commenting the inaccuracies of the film portraying the Cold War.

His banter with Sam is enough to distract you for a little while, but then you turn back to the screen and sink in your seat.

There are two women making out, a hand going down the other one’s panties…

“Enjoying the movie?” a sultry voice whispers against your ear.

“N-Nat” you hold the bucket closer against your chest, trying to even your breathing. Where did she come from? You were sure she was skipping movie night today.

“That’s my name” she says, somehow even closer to you. Your eyes are fixed on the screen, but every other sense is registering the redhead’s presence. Her smell, the way her lips are almost touching your ear…

There’s moaning, and panting and the women on screen are kissing.

You’re about to combust, there’s no doubt in your mind.

“Use your words, pretty girl” Natasha whispers and you whimper.

“It’s a good… great movie” you manage to say, gulping.

Natasha’s hand moves forward and you’re hipnotized by those slender fingers, grabbing some popcorn out of the bucket and placing it slowly in her mouth.

“Catch you later?”

All you can do is nod dumbly, feeling the heat rising to your ears.

As soon as she walks out the living room, you stand up, sprinting to your bedroom.

“Pizza just got here” Tony calls after you.

“I’m not hungry” you lie, shutting the door behind you.

Not for food, at least.

—

It’s been two days since movie night and Natasha’s the same. So you figure your horny mind blew the interaction out of proportion.

Which is fine, because right now you can’t be distracted.

“On your knees” Natasha commands and you almost faint.

“I… what?”

As part of your quarterly evaluation, you have to take physical and psychological tests to stay on the team.

The sparring part was usually done by Steve, so you were shocked to find Natasha as soon as you walked in.

“Say you’re wounded and can’t stand up. How are you going to fight back?” Natasha walks in circles around you, and you kneel as she requested. “Ready?”

You don’t have time to answer and in a matter of seconds she’s disarmed you, her hand squeezing your troath and her body on top of yours.

It takes everything in your power not to moan.

Natasha releases you and goes at it again, and again, and again. The fighting stances change, but ultimately, you always end up against the mat, her body close to yours, feeling her hot breath against your skin.

“Tired?” she says, straddling your hips. You don’t trust in your voice, so all you do is nod.  “Fine, we’re done”

Natasha lifts herself from you, but you miss the contact immediately.

“Want some help getting up?” she offers when you stay on the ground.

“I just need a minute”

Your muscles are sore, your heart is beating out of your chest and the redness that invades your cheeks and ears won’t disappear.

You’re fucked. And not in the way you’d like to be.

—

Nothing un-sexier than chores.

As you walk down the hallway, you knock on the doors of some of your teammates, asking if they have dirty clothes to add to your load.

The last door is Natasha’s and you pray she’s not in her room.

“Hi, detka” she smiles as soon as she sees you.

“Dirty…” you stutter like a moron.

“What’s that?”

“Dirty clothes. I’m doing laundry but it’s not a lot. I could put some of your clothes if you need it”

“Thank you. Give me a second” Natasha takes your basket inside and comes back a second later. “Oh, I almost forgot this one” she says when you turn to leave.

“Sure, go ahead…”

The last thing you’re expecting is to see her undressing in the doorway, throwing her SHIELD t-shirt and yoga pants your way.

Natasha is standing in black underwear, staring back at you with a smirk.

“I’ll… I better go” you turn around, colliding against the door. You curse under your breath, aware that Natasha hasn’t closed the door, most likely to see if you turn around one last time.

Using other chores to distract you does the trick for a little while, but then you go back and pull the clothes out of the dryer.

Without thinking, you begin to fold them. That is, until your hands lift a lace thong that is most definitely not yours.

“Oh, great heavens” you drop it, feeling like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. People wear lingerie, it’s a normal, beautiful, hot thing to do…

But if you find more like that one, you’re gonna combust. instead, you separate your clothes from hers without paying much attention to what’s in your hands. Once it’s done, you go back and knock on her door.

Thankfully, this time she’s wearing a hoodie and leggings.

“Here” you present the basket with clothes, avoiding her eyes. Natasha thanks you and you sigh with relief, walking back to your room.

“Oh, did you happen to see a red lacy bra?”

Damn it.

“Uh… I didn’t like check each thing you put in there, Nat”

“Red, unclasps on the front, has lace that only covers the nipples”

You actually have to lean against the wall, sure that your knees will buckle any minute now.

“Nope. I would remember”

“Alright then” and as if she hadn’t just melted your brain, she smiles and speaks in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard. “Thank you”

Thank you. That image is forever imprinted in my brain.

—

How did you end up here?

Milk was all you wanted. When you mentioned you were going to the store, Natasha was quick to offer a ride.

If you had know it was on her motorcycle, you’d have politely declined.

Because, now you have your hands around her midsection, and everytime Natasha lowers her hands at a stop sign, she brushes your thighs delicately.

On the way back, there’s a particularly nasty bump on the road which makes you jump on your seat. As a result, your face sinks in Natasha’s kneck. Not for the first time, you notice the lavender smell and softness of her beautiful red hair. Comforted by her closeness, you practically melt against her. To your horror, a soft moan escapes your lips.

How you wish she hadn’t heard it, but by the way her movements falter, it’s clear she did.

Mortified, you jump the minute she parks, thanking her and disappearing in the elevator.

“Shitshitshit” you mutter, running across the living room, still carrying the bottle of milk. Wanda leans forward, intrigued by the force with which you lock your door. It all makes sense when Natasha comes in, looking for you.

“Again?” the Sokovian says, throwing a pillow towards Natasha.

“What?”

“You’ve been teasing her for weeks. It’s not funny” Wanda glares, making Natasha uncomfortable. If anyone can throw her across the room, it’s Wanda.

“Well, maybe now I will be considered an option” Natasha tries to defend herself, though it comes off as a lame excuse.

Wanda takes a second, trying to understand the meaning behind those words.

Your conversation about that date and the gnomes and Natasha… she was listening.

“That’s what this is about?!” Wanda grabs another cushion and throws it at the redhead, making sure that it hits extra hard with a whisp of red magic. “She didn’t mean you’re not an option. You are her first choice. Because. She. Has. A. Crush. On. You”

Each word is accentuated with a new wave of magic that is harmless, but enough to make Natasha jump.

“Oh” is all she says when Wanda stops.

“Fix it. Every time you tease her those thoughts get very loud, and it’s hard to ignore them”

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what she’s thinking” Natasha tries to hide her smirk.

“Who say her thoughts were the loud ones, Romanoff?”

—

As luck would have it, you couldn’t hide from Natasha much longer.

Duty called and you were placed on a mission together. You had to infiltrate the VIP room of a bar/strip club the Russian mafia owned.

The setup was fairly simple. Natasha would go inside the VIP room while you stayed outside to alert her of anything unusual. So, at least you wouldn’t have to be around each other for long. It was hard to keep sinful thought at bay when she was dressed to the nines, hoping to dash the bouncer and get access to the reserved area.

You look around the street where the main entrance is, hoping Ivanov wouldn’t get here  before Natasha was granted access.

“I couldn’t get past the bouncer” her voice interrupted your thoughts.

“What do we do now?”

“Maybe there’s a way to break into the room…”

“Apparently the only women allowed in the VIP area are dancers. Pigs” she mutters bitterly.

“I might have an idea” you say, following a girl in high heels that enters through a staff door. You sneak up right behind her and walk down a hallway. At the end of it, you find a room full of makeup, mirrors and girls in skimpy outfits.

Oh, God.

“Y/N?” Natasha presses through the comms.

“Looks like I’m a dancer now” 

“Absolutely not. Where are you? I’m calling this mission off now” 

“Come on, Nat. I’ll just pick an outfit, and hope they’ll let me in” 

As you go around some clothes that you hope are clean, Natasha remains quiet. The least revealing outfit is a black leather mini skirt and a heart shaped top.

You are busy inspecting your reflection on the mirror when she breaks the silence.

“I don’t like this”

You don’t like it either, truth be told.

“I’m walking towards the bar. What’s your location?” there is no answer and for a moment you worry Natasha was caught. “Nat?” you insist, speaking louder as the music makes it hard to listen.

“I see you” is all she says. You look around, until your eyes meet hers. Natasha’s intense glare makes you falter, feeling as if you are naked in the middle of a room full of strangers.

“You look…”

“He’s here” you interrupt, looking behind her. “Ivanov”

The mobster leans on the railway that’s above Natasha and you, inspecting with a satisfied smirk the crowd dancing and drinking.

“Nat, you’re gonna have to trust me” you plead, walking towards her as your eyes meet Ivanov’s.

You approach the woman, swaying your hips to the beat of the music. A group of men move aside, enjoying the show that is most definitely not for them. 

Sitting on Natasha’s lap, you pull her closer by the collar of her shirt, hands going down her stomach all the way to the belt loop of her pants.

Ignoring the heat that creeps up your cheeks, you take a shot of tequila from the waiter walking by you, placing the slice of lime on Natasha’s mouth. You down the shot in one swift motion and then connect your lips with hers, taking the slice from her mouth.

“Come to the VIP area” a man appears behind you, pulling you away from Natasha. The woman is quick to stop him, a hand on his arm.

“Don’t” you warn her, because causing a scene won’t do you any good. You walk behind the man, looking around as you’re finally granted access to the VIP area.

To your surprise, there’s a second, more private room where Ivanov and all of his criminals gather around. He laughs when he sees you walk inside, patting the space next to him.

“Nice show out there” he says with a thick Russian accent. “How come I’ve never seen you before?”

“Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough for me” you say, hoping his attention will go back to the conversation happening with the rest of the men.

Sure enough, they begin to argue and you take the opportunity to lean forward and plant the bug on the table. 

“For you” a bartender appears out of nowhere, making you flinch. “You’re gonna need it for later” 

“That’s definitely spiked” Natasha comments. Her voice brings you back to reality.

“Cheers” is all you say.

You wait around for a while longer, until one of the bodyguards asks you to follow him to another room. To your horror, he locks you inside.

“Natasha, extraction” you plead, looking around the room for a way out. No answer. “Nat, please come in”

You hear a commotion outside, and look around for a weapon or anything that will help you defend yourself.

“I told you I didn’t like this” Natasha says when she opens the door and you sigh with relief. “To be clear, I’m talking about the situation. Not the outfit”

“Nat…” you breathe, happy that she came back for you. The woman approaches you, inspecting your face. 

“Are you ok? Did you take the drink?” 

“Obviously not”

“Fine. Let’s go” she grabs your hand and as you walk past the VIP room, you find all of Ivanov’s men knocked unconscious.

“Aww, all of this for me?” you joke, your hand going to your chest.

Natasha doesn’t answer, keeping a tight grip on your hand as you escape the strip club. You think she might be upset because you put the both of you at risk.

Until you’re out on the street and she pushes you against the wall, her body trapping you in place.

“I really wanted to do this nicely” her eyes drift to your cleavage and the look of pure lust drives you forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. “Go out with me” she says when you break apart.

“Dressed like this or…?” you joke, biting your lip.

“No, I’d like to be the only one enjoying this view”

“Ok” you laugh. She’s about to lean forward again when you hear a couple of men running around, probably looking for you. “We should go” Natasha complains and you kiss her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m definitely gonna need help to take this clothes off”

“Let’s go” she says, looking around the street before pulling you to the car that you parked hours ago. 

“Your room or mine?”

“Which one is farthest away from Wanda?” Natasha says, buckling her seatbelt and turning on the car.

“What?” 

“Trust me, it’s for everyone’s own good. Your thoughts aren’t the only thing that will get very loud”

You laugh as she speeds back to the Compound. 

At last, you were about to get lucky, with the girl of your dreams no less.

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The Family Business Ch.12

WandaNat x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Ch. Notes: It's a converstion so dialouge heavy, non-sexual nudity

Summary: Natasha and Wanda reveal their feelings.

An: Ok... ok late again, but tell me it's not worth the wait. (Please don't) Hopefully you love it because it's 2:25am but I'm still doing this for yall and yes if everything goes right new ch. on Monday

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Wanda couldn’t look at you when she was speaking. You could see she was trying to find the words, but you didn’t know how to help her.

Natasha knowing what her wife is trying to say tries to take over.

“ Before I met you I was a little jealous. Seeing the love of my life light up talking about someone who was quite literally thousands of miles away, was a hard pill to swallow. I haven’t known you as long as Wanda, but I can see now why she had always spoken so highly of you.”

You want to interrupt the red head and say anything back to her, but you don’t. They had said they wanted to tell you everything before you spoke so you intended to let them.

“When Papa sent me away, I resented him for it. It was a great opportunity and a show of good faith, but I was angry with him because I didn’t want to leave you here. I thought we had grown quite close, little krolik. You were the best part of all my days. So much so that even thousands of miles away I couldn’t shut up about you. Even after I fell in love, you’d always find a way into my mind,” Wanda plays with her wedding ring as she speaks.

You look between the two woman silently urging them to continue.

“I’ve been many places, lived many lives, and have met many people, but I've never met anyone like you. There’s this light inside you that you keep so close to your chest. I can feel it behind all the walls you put up. I see it in how intensely you care about your family and I admire it. I admire you,” Natasha isn’t scared to take your hand in hers.

Wanda continues, “It’s hard not to admire you. If Natasha has seen it in these few months, it’s safe to say I’ve always seen it. I saw it before you put all these walls up, when you let it be known to everyone. I think that’s what startled me so much when I came home. I felt like a soldier come home from war to see his home was no longer his.”

The woman begins to get emotional. You reach out your other hand for her to take, not knowing what else to do.

“When I saw Wanda interact with you for the first time, I felt something. It wasn’t jealousy or hatred or anything like that. It was this overwhelming warmth. Seeing her hold you as if you’d disappear, seeing her smile as big as our wedding day, it made me happy,” Natasha recounts.

Wanda sighs, “When we were in my old room at the dinner I was terrified. I thought you were going to tell me the same thing everyone else had when it came to you, but you didn’t. You held me, dried my tears, and I think things really started to fall into place for me then.”

“I met Wanda when she was technically on a job. She was leading and in charge of operations. I had seen her get angry or upset on multiple occasions, but I don’t know if I ever saw her as mad as that night. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears when she had Pietro against the wall. As far as I knew, I was the only one who could calm her down, but then you did it like it was second nature.”

You speak quietly, “She’s always had a temper.”

You think the woman will roll her eyes, but she doesn’t, ��I have and you have always been there to calm me down. I don’t know how to say this, Y/n. When I met you, you were just my little brother’s best friend, but then you became my friend and then a part of my family. You were so delicate back then, you weren’t even 18 for Christ sake.”

Natasha tries to help her wife find her bearings, “But by the time she left you were 22 and you had grown into a young woman.”

Wanda shakes her head a bit, “You had done a lot of growing, that I didn't want to see, that I was trying to ignore because I didn’t want you to think that I had intentions of taking advantage of you. I felt like at the time I was too old, you were too young, and we were too close.”

You look at her with confusion on your face. There’s only one thing that she could be talking about in your mind, but this can’t be happening.

“What are you saying Wanda?”

For the first time in the conversation her eyes meet yours. You see the fear in them, the uncertainty, the desperation. Her hand let’s go of yours and finds itself on her bouncing knee.

“I don't want to ruin this and I'm so scared of losing you, but if you would’ve died in that alley not knowing that I’m in love with you it would’ve destroyed me.”

You feel your heart beating against your chest. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to find your voice. You find yourself stuttering for the first time in years, “Y-you w-what?”

Wanda stands abruptly trying to run from the conversation. This makes you panic and try to stand as well. However, you forget about your ankle and yelp at the weight you put on it.

Wanda’s arms are quick to steady you before you do anymore damage to yourself. She’s close to you and you swear you can hear her heartbeat.

“D-did you s-ay-” you give up frustrated with your reappearing stutter.

Wanda’s grip on you tightens slightly, “I’m in love with you.”

“Wanda I- you’re married,” you look back at Natasha only to find her staring at you.

She stands from her place on the couch, and closes the gap between the two of you.

“I have my own feelings for you Y/n,” Natasha is confident as she speaks.

Her assertion makes you turn red, “Y-you also?”

Natasha smiles sweetly, “Maybe not love just yet, but I could see myself falling for you.”

This situation was short-circuiting your brain, it felt like you were dreaming. This couldn’t be real. As you stood between the two woman it felt like less of a dream.

“I loved you before they sent you away,” you blurt out to your friend’s sister.

Once you start it’s like the words just pour out of your mouth, “You were way out of my league. You’re still out of my league, I mean does it get more taboo than falling for your best friend’s older sister. You’re just so easy to love, but I never thought I had a chance and then you came back with a wife; a very beautiful, very intelligent, ex-Russian spy of a wife, and I just knew I didn’t have a chance.”

“The chance is now. Admittedly, we don’t know how something like this works, but I think we can figure it out together,” Wanda levels with you.

“If you're interested,” Natasha adds on, leaving the ball in your court.

“It would’ve been nice if you guys had told me before I got a cut on my lip. I could’ve done the whole dramatic kiss to cut you off,” you tease them.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “If I could shove you and you wouldn’t fall over, I would.”

“You talk to every woman you’re in love with like that?”

Natasha chimes in, “You get used to it after awhile.”

You share a laugh and when it dies down Wanda speaks, “So we’re doing this?”

“I want to try, but I don’t want to ruin your marriage,” you speak honestly.

“You won’t,” Natasha declares with certainty.

“How do you know?”

She thinks for a moment, “The love Wanda and I have for each other is endless, I’ve never for a moment thought anything could break it up. We’re not changing the way we love each other, we’re just adding you into the already existing dynamic. Eventually it should end with the three of us loving each other endlessly. Does that make sense?”

You nod slowly, “It sounds perfect.”

Natasha places a kiss on your cheek like it’s second nature to her, “Good.”

Your ears heat at the contact and before you can respond Wanda places a light kiss at the corner of your lips.

The movement leaves you wanting more. Against better judgement you try to lean down and kiss her. You succeed in placing your lips against hers for a brief second but as you pull away you almost fall again.

Natasha is the one to steady you this time. She teases you, “Someone is eager?”

“My ankle doesn’t want me to be great.” you pout.

Natasha hesitates, but delicately she touches her lips to yours. It’s as quick as your attempt at kissing Wanda.

“Your ankle won’t stop us, bunny,” Wanda looks at you with shining eyes.

Your face heats at the nickname that’s only familiar to you in the woman’s native language. The women chuckle at the pigment of your skin.

“We’ll see who’s laughing when my lips don’t hurt and I can kiss you properly,” you try once again standing on your own.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Wanda lets her eyes fall to your lips.

You roll your eyes, “Stop teasing, and help me get ready for bed. This has simultaneously been one of the best and one of the most painful days of my life. Truly unforgettable.”

Natasha speaks first, “I’ll get some stuff ready for a shower.”

“I’ll help you to the bathroom,” Wanda finishes.

It’s an all too similar feeling as you find yourself perched on the bathroom counter with Wanda standing between your legs.

Her fingers play with the end of your shirt. She looks at you for permission and you give her a light nod.

Slowly as to not aggravate your injuries she takes your shirt off. She’s careful as she unwraps the bandages from your torso.

“You’ll need help in there,” she speaks softly as her eyes scan your body.

“I know,” the pain starts to catch up with you.

Leaning forward slightly you rest your head on her shoulder. She smells good and it calms your nerves.

Wanda can’t help herself as she speaks up, “Isn’t this a familiar scene?”

You raise your head off of her shoulder and smile, “It’s ringing a few bells.”

Natasha enters the restroom with some towels and pajamas, “I’m going to get some food going, if you guys are alright in here?”

Wanda nods, “I’ve got her, Nat.”

Natasha nods and proceeds to exit the bathroom, “Just holler if you need me.”

Wanda steps away from you to turn the shower on. She’s back in front of you in no time.

“How do you want to do this?”

You feel nerves as you speak, but you try to sound objective, “I think you should join me. Not because I want to see you, not that I don’t want to see you. Its just I can’t really stand and-”

She quiets you down by pulling her own shirt over her head. Her feet pad against the bathroom floor as she makes her way back over to you. Wanda’s hands place themselves on the top of your pants. Her movements are slow but sure as she begins to pull them down. She takes extra care when they're around your ankle.

Once they’re off she takes a step back swiftly removing her own pants. The only thing left on both of you is your underwear.

The sound of the shower rings heavily in your ears as you watch Wanda take her bra off. You can’t move even if you want to. Your eyes glance over her chest before following her hands path lower. She’s not teasing as she removes her panties.

Once again you find yourself with her standing between your legs, but this time there was significantly less fabric in the way. She reaches behind you back to place her hands on your bra clasp.

“Y/n, do you mind if-"

“Take it off,” you finish for her.

She does as you say, a shaky breath releases from her. Your bra falls off your shoulder, but you keep looking in her eyes. Her hand slides down from your back and her finger hooks around your underwear.

“Take it off,” you repeat in a hushed tone.

She follows your instructions. Her eyes snap back to yours. The two of you stare in silence. There’s an underlying tenderness to the moment.

Wanda’s hand reach for your waist, “Ready?”

You nod and she assists you off of the counter. The water hits your skin and you sigh. You enjoy the heat against your bruised skin. Wanda’s hands stay in place for a moment just keeping you steady.

It's a silent delicacy as Wanda soaps up a towel and begins to gently clean your skin. You marvel at the lightness of her touch.

She turns you around so you face her. You look down at her and can’t help but brush your nose against hers. You hear her breath hitch. Carefully you use your hand to guide her’s across your body.

Neither of you dwell as she cleans every inch of you intimately. You lean against the shower wall a bit so Wanda has room to wash herself. You take in the details of her body as she cleans herself.

She gets out first and then helps you put the pajamas laid out for you on before dressing herself.

“I love you,” you say it easily when everything is done.

Wanda places a kiss on your forehead, “I love you too.”

Wanda helps you to the kitchen table. Your eyes find Natasha moving about in the kitchen.

“Almost done, I know you’re tired lisichka. We can eat then get in the bed,” Natasha speaks to you.

“Thanks Natty,” you look at her with your hand on your chin.

“Did you re-wrap her torso detka?” Natasha asks her wife.

Wanda snaps her fingers, “I knew I forgot something.”

“Take over here, and I’ll do it?”

Wanda agrees to these terms. Natasha goes to fetch the medical wrap and quickly returns. You’re sitting down, so Natasha kneels to be level with your torso.

Carefully with tentative hands, she lifts up your shirt. Her hand finds the small of your back, to encourage you to sit straight. You follow her instructions.

“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?”

You’re looking down into her eyes and you momentarily get lost in them. The hues of green draw you in like emeralds.

“Baby,” she says again a little more firm.

You snap out of it and nod, “I’ll tell you if it’s too tight.”

She brings the wrap around your torso multiple times, each time looking for any extensive discomfort in your expression.

When she’s done with your torso, she quickly does your ankle. Your ankle was more sensitive, so she made sure to be extra gentle.

“All set, lisichka,” the woman places a kiss on your forehead as she stands up.

“Food is ready,” Wanda announces bringing plates for the three of you to table.

At this point exhaustion was knocking at your door. You eat in comfortable silence and once you’re finished, they help you to bed.

When your head hits the pillow, you almost fall asleep instantly.

“If I didn’t want to kill him for what he did to my father, I’d kill him for this,” Wanda says to her wife.

“The men involved have been dealt with already,” Natasha relies to her Wanda.

“You work fast malyshka,” Wanda places her hands on Natasha’s hips.

Natasha looks at your sleeping figure, “I’d move at the speed of light for either of you.”

Natasha ends her statement by kissing Wanda.

“I love you,” Wanda pulls the woman closer to her.

Natasha smiles pecking the woman’s lips once more, “I love you too.”

The two of them climb into the bed, making sure to give you adequate space due to your injuries.

“Why does this already feel so natural?” Wanda questions.

Natasha answers instantly, “It’s just meant to be like this. This feels like the final piece to our little puzzle."

Wanda was more than content with that answer, closing her eyes, unable to fight rest.

Somewhat like before, but entirely different at the same time, the three women lay together.

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How I imagine Whitebeard and Shanks interaction going with his wife present (Warning, it's kind of long! Sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ)

One of the men: Pops! Mom! Red Haired Shanks is here! He wants to have a meeting!

*Natasha sitting on her husband's lap* : Shanks? Oh I haven't seen him since he was about yay high! Oh he's such a nice boy

Whitebeard: You've always coddled him. He's a grown ass man. Anyways, that little punk better have some booze for me, if he knows what's good for him

Natasha: Eddie, be nice!

*As Shanks boards the ship, Marco stands* : All of you newcomers should stand back, you'll get knocked out.

Natasha: Do what Marco says babies! Stand back!

Some of the crew: Yes Ma

*some of the others who didn't listen pass out on deck*

Shanks: You must excuse me, it's hard to stay calm, when I'm on an enemy's ship

Whitebeard: Just looking at your face makes the scar that bastard gave me ache all over again

Natasha: Right because that's what's bothering you. Of course *she rolls her eyes*

Shanks: Then can I interest you in some of this fine medicinal water I brought? And speaking of fine, Ms. Natasha, you look exactly that. You've barely aged a day

Natasha: Oh you flatter me!

Whitebeard: What your mouth boy! That's my wife you're talking to!

Natasha: Oh Edward now be sensible it was just a compliment.

Whitebeard: Don't tell me to be sensible, you're my woman. That's that!

Natasha: I will never not be your woman my love *she places a hand on his chest and smiles*

Shanks: Forgive me if I had offended you in anyway. I came here to talk, not fight.

Whitebeard: you knock out half my boys with your haki then you offer me a drink? You got balls kid *he laughs*

Marco: He ain't kiddin Red Hair, look at this mess you made!

Shanks: Ah, you're Marco of the first division huh? I guess you want a drink too?

Marco: How 'bout you go to hell!

Natasha: Marco!! Be respectful! He's a guest!

Jozu: Hey Pops? You want us here?

Whitebeard: Nah, it's fine. He knows better than to pick a fight with me. You can go. And while you're at it, take your mother with you

Natasha: what?! Why!?

Whitebeard: This is a meeting between us only woman! There's things I'm gonna say that I don't want you to hear!

Natasha: Oh that's BULLSHIT! I've been around JUST as long as you Edward! I will be sent away like some trophy wife who's too dumb to understand anything! I'm staying!

Whitebeard: Listen woman! I'm telling you this for your own good!

Natasha: You send me away and this morning would have been the LAST time we ever have sex

*Shanks tries not to laugh*

Whitebeard: You wouldn't

Natasha: Try me

*they glare at each other for a good 5 minutes before he gives in*

Whitebeard: Fine, you can stay...

Natasha: Now was that so hard my love? My husband? My soulmate?

Whitebeard: Your victim

*Shanks pours himself a drink and tosses the jug to Whitebeard* : Oh how rude of me, I brought something for the missus too. *He pulls out an expensive looking bottle of wine and places it on the deck*

Natasha: Oh you shouldn't have Shanks! You're such a dear! *She gets off her husband's lap and grabs the bottle then walks to the kitchen for a glass. Shanks eyes follow her as she walks away*

Shanks: Her hips do a have a natural swing to them don't they?

Whitebeard: Unless you want to be blind I suggest you keep your eyes off my wife. Sake from West Blue though? Never knew you were such a cheapskate

Shanks: You know I've sailed all the way around the world but I'm telling ya, the first drink I ever had still tastes the best to me. It's a specialty from my hometown. Give it a shot.

*Whitebeard tries it*: Not bad. *sighs* Roger, Garp, Sengoku... There aren't many left who remember the ocean the way my wife and I do

*Natasha walks back in sipping the wine from her glass and climbs back up on her husband's lap. *

Shanks: It's been 22 years, what do you expect?

Whitebeard: You've made quite a leap since then haven't you? I remember when you were just an apprentice on Gol. D Roger's ship

Natasha: Oh with your cute little hat! You were just so precious!!

Whitebeard: Dammit woman can't you see this is a serious talk!?

Natasha: oh hush now Edward!

Whitebeard: Roger and I locked horns so many times back in the day after a while I started to remember all the faces on his crew

Natasha: Mm, I remember that one fight that left you all hot and sweaty~ We didn't sleep much that night did we dear?~

Whitebeard: Ha!! Now that's a story for a completely different audience!!

Whitebeard: Whatever happened to that red nosed kid, he didn't seem too bright. Did he wind up dead or what?

Shanks: oh Buggy? That brings me back. When the captain was executed, we parted ways in Loguetown. Never met again. I heard rumors that he's still a pirate. But who knows?

Whitebeard: The young ones may forget but it's still fresh in my mind. No one talks about the old legends any more these days. But if they'd seen your duel with Hawkeye like I did? They'd be yapping about it til the end of time. Still when you came back from East Blue missing an arm, you better believe the rumors were flying. I was pretty curious myself. Now I can ask ya face to face. What enemy did you give that left arm to?

*Natasha listened curious as well while still sipping her wine*

Shanks: This huh? Let's just say I made a bet... On a new era.

Natasha: Does it have to do with that cutie with the familiar straw hat? He's such a sweet looking boy *she smiles*

Whitebeard: If you have no regrets then it's fine.

Shanks: it's something like that Ms. Natasha.

Natasha: Awe. How precious!

Shanks: You know Whitebeard, I've fought countless battles, and I've received countless scars as well, but the only one that's aching right now, is this one right here. *he points to one of the scars on his eye.*

Natasha: Oh you poor dear...

Shanks: I didn't get this scar from an adventure, or in my fight with Hawkeye. No, this one came from someone who was on your crew. Blackbeard. Teach. And this didn't happen because I was being careless either. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't deny it. He laid low and waited for his chance. He never became a squad leader. He never tried to make a name for himself. All he did, was hide himself behind your giant shadow. And once he had enough power, he finally made his move. A man like that will never be satisfied. He'll use all of his will in order to reach the top. And that means he'll come after you as well.

*Natasha climbs down from her husband's lap and walks silently to the kitchen. Tears threatening to fall from her eyes*

Whitebeard: She's...sensitive about the topic. She's still mourning our sons. Both of them. But why don't you get to the point already? What do you want from me?

Shanks: I want you to stop Ace. He's young and he's more than good enough the be the leader of the second division, don't get me wrong, I know how strong he is. Still, no matter how much you trust him, I think this is a big mistake. Now is just not the time for those two to go head to head.

*the ship starts shaking and Natasha runs out the kitchen. Knowing something just set her husband off.*

Natasha: Uh oh...

Shanks: I want you to keep your distance from Blackbeard. That's what I came here to ask you.

*Whitebeard laughs but Natasha knows that it's not a jovial one as she walks back to him and checks the machine he's hooked up to.*

Natasha: Not too much movement dear. You don't want to exert yourself

Whitebeard: Sorry dear, but what makes this shot nosed brat think he can come onto my ship and order me around?

Natasha: I don't know honey

Whitebeard: Do you know what you're asking? Teach murdered one of our crewmates. One of his crewmates. That's the one rule that can never be broken. Every pirate in the world knows that

Natasha: Everyone except Rocks... *Natasha mumbled. Remembering her time with Edward on the Rocks Pirates*

Whitebeard: When a pirate joins my crew, no matter how stupid they are. They become like a son to us. So what I am to say to soul of our murdered child? You can't live this this world without a code of conduct. If Teach doesn't realize that on his own, then it's my responsibility to drill that into his thick skull. You're a hundred years too young to boss me around boy. Have I made myself perfectly clear?!

*He then tosses the empty jug at Shanks who then pulls his blade after downing his drink*

Shanks: Then this era will spiral into chaos. And no one will be able to stop it

*Before Natasha can intervene, Whitebeard also pulls his blade*

Whitebeard: Is that supposed to frighten me boy? I! Am! Whitebeard!

Natasha: Ugh... This is gonna be hell to clean up *she groans*

[umbrellajam]

JLA: Welcome to the Working Week

okay I had to hunt down this issue after seeing a pic of Kon and Steph on the dance floor. there's no other real context, btw - turns out this is just a brief scene in a montage of observations a civilian stowaway is making on the Justice League Watchtower. it's just a big superhero dance party being thrown by Plastic Man on the moon, lol

the comic itself actually came out right about the same time as Titans/YJ: Graduation Day, but based on the lighthearted mood and vibes, it's clearly set before that.

I think this is the only time I've seen or heard of Kon and Steph interacting pre-Flashpoint other than that highly negative encounter in TT (2003) #13 when Steph was Robin? 🤔 she'd appeared as Spoiler a handful of times in YJ '98, but never spoke to Kon during. she did used to have that Superboy poster on her wall, though, so it's easy to imagine she'd be excited to hang out and boogey, especially on one of the rare occasions in those early days that she actually got to leave Gotham to spend time with other capes - on the Watchtower no less! on the moon!!

(she had to have been invited by Tim, right? possibly also Cass but that seems less likely. some of YJ are there - Bart is on the other side of this full-page spread, but Steph doesn't hang out with them, and she's definitely not sanctioned by Batman at this point. so. probably definitely Tim, it's just the easiest reach as they're dating.)

anyway, it's an interesting enounter to think about, especially when the next time Steph and Kon directly interact (and Kon says Steph's voice sounds familiar) he's angrily telling her she's not Robin and trying to shake her down for Tim's location.

separately, I do love Cass perched up there in the corner with no regard at all for her secret identity and a big smile on, lol. she's having fun!

and Dick and Tim laughing together and being cute, of course c: pretty sure that's Natasha Irons pulling Dick out to dance, with her uncle John Henry/Steel right next to them, which is super cute also. I bet they tore up the dance floor \o/

[targaryenmarvel]

Fallin' All In You (Part 3) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl. 

Warnings: Cursing

Note: It's a bit late, but here's part three! It was initially longer, but I didn't want to make you guys wait too long. I hope you enjoy it, and I'll post the next part as soon as I finish editing it. Also, credit to the creator of the GIF.

Word count: 4,377

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Voices echoed through the halls as students lounged around before classes. Some were engaged in lively conversations, while others scrolled through their phones. 

The air remained charged with energy and excitement from the previous day's win, as proved by the many praises you received from students and teachers. The elating compliments usually made you smile in glee, feeding into your ego. Yet, today, you could only muster a mediocre half-smile. Fatigue overran your body as a result of a sleepless night. Thoughts of Wanda had invaded your mind with no plan of ever leaving.

How could they when you nearly kissed the girl? You had spent the night overanalyzing the situation. Initially, you thought Wanda wanted to kiss you, but you were unsure after her speedy escape. God, you were an idiot. You had ruined any possibility of her ever liking you. She probably thought you were a creep. The fact that Wanda couldn't even look at you throughout the day attested to your thoughts. Even now, as you were seated with your friends, you could sense the uncomfortable tension that had taken over before she left your car. You just wished your friends wouldn't notice anything, especially Pietro. 

"We should do something today." It was Natasha who saved you from your agonizing thoughts.

"What do you have in mind?" Steve asked, slinging his arm over her shoulder.

"Let's go to the movie theatre," she glared at you, "and you can't find an excuse not to go this time."

"I wasn't going to third wheel you and Steve," you defend yourself with a pout, crossing your arms.

"You wouldn't have to third wheel if you accepted a date from the many guys and girls who have asked you out," Natasha refuted. Wanda, who seemed to have been tuning out the conversation, instantly looked at you, causing you to feel more self-conscious.

"Ahh, you never told me this," accused Pietro, looking at you like you had just run over his cat.

Steve leaned on his elbows and playfully whispered, "She's quite the heartbreaker."

"I am not!" You snapped, feeling the heat in your upper body increase by the second. The three are stifling laughs, amused by your embarrassment. Wanda simply looked curious. "I am not, okay. I've never gone out with anyone-" you looked pointedly at Natasha, "-and you know I wasn't interested in dating."

"Are you interested now?" She provoked. When you didn't answer, she continued tormenting you. "Common Y/N, there's gotta be someone you like."

You rested your head on your arms, trying to hide from their analyzing gaze. You wanted to deny it but couldn't find it in yourself to lie, especially in front of the girl of your affections. Moreover, if the girl felt anything akin to your feelings, such denial would probably make her feel relieved you didn't kiss. So instead of answering her, all you said was a muffled, "Shut up."

Later that day, the five, along with Pietro's date, met at the movie theater and, after a majority consensus, bought tickets to the new Conjuring movie. The two couples sat together, leaving you to sit next to Wanda. You didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. However, one thing was for sure: it would be difficult to focus on the movie when there was an apparent superior sight.

You really tried to concentrate on the movie; you swear you did, but you couldn't stop yourself from noticing Wanda's discomfort throughout the film. At first, you thought you were the problem, that your presence caused her state. Then, you noticed her ragged breathing and clenched fists, or how she would seal her eyes shut during the frightening scenes. 

Despite your qualms about your relationship with Wanda, you made a bold decision. Shielded by the darkness of the theater room, you dared to slide your hand over until your pinky touched hers. Wanda's already irregular breathing stopped at the action, and you expected her to move her hand in rejection. When she didn't, you summoned the last of your courage to entirely place your hand over hers, feeling Wanda's turn intertwining with your own. 

You struggled to contain the smile that threatened to bloom on your lips, but there was no controlling your racing heart and the swirling happiness that erupted in your stomach. You held hands for the remainder of the movie, and least to say, you paid even less attention, finding more comfort in the soft feel of her silk skin. 

You again offered to drive Wanda home, considering Pietro had to drive his date home. You reasoned that it would be awkward for Wanda to third-wheel her brother. Unlike the previous day, only the sound of the radio filled the atmosphere—neither of you daring to say a word of last night's occurrence or the hand holding. Feeling the increasing tension, Wanda finally decided to break the silence. 

"Have you started the book?" She asked, fiddling with her hands, keeping her eyes on the road. 

"No." You internally cursed yourself, having already forgotten about the reading. You had been too preoccupied with preparing for the game. "I need to check if they have it at the library."

"I figured you hadn't started." She giggled, and your heart skipped at the sound, "I can lend you my copy, don't worry."

You raised an eyebrow at her, "You're already done?"

"Mhm, besides, I've read it so many times I know it by memory." Once again, you pulled over in front of her home. "Wait here," Wanda instructed, hastily exiting the car. 

You assumed she didn't want a repeat of last night. Yet, not even two minutes later did Wanda return, walking to your side of the car. 

You lowered the window, taking the book from her outstretched hand. "Thanks."

"No problem. Though I am warning you, if I see so much as a scratch or bent page, I will kill you," she threatened, menacingly pointing her finger at you.

You scoffed and chuckled amusedly, "Wanda Maximoff threatening me over a book."

She shrugged nonchalantly and justified, "My books are my babies."

"Fair enough."

You expected her to bid you farewell, but she fidgeted in place, lips opening and closing before finally whispering, "Thank you- what you did in the theatre." Then, she quickly leaned in, kissed your cheek, and took off before you could react. 

You were left flabbergasted as your fingers brushed the burning imprint her lips had left on your skin, a sigh of delight leaving your lips. Wanda certainly had a way of spicing your nights. 

You returned home, Wanda's copy of 'Pride & Prejudice' in hand, still feeling giddy and dazed enough for your mother to notice.

"You okay, honey?" You hummed distractedly before biting your lip to contain a grin. Your mother recognized the lovesick expression you wore. "What's their name?" You furrowed your eyebrows at her question, and she clarified, "The person who has you love-struck."

You froze in place. Were you really that obvious? No matter, it wasn't a conversation you wanted to have with your mother. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom. I'll be in my room." You could hear her laughter as you went up the stairs and into your bedroom. You stayed up until your eyes could no longer stay open reading, trying to distract yourself from Wanda. 

The next out-of-school opportunity you get to spend time with Wanda is Friday. One of your teammates was throwing a victory party while her parents were traveling. You weren't much for partying, but knowing Wanda would be there was motivation enough to assist. Knowing Pietro would probably drink, you decided to pick up the twins.

The three of you decided to find Steve and Natasha upon arriving. Once you did, Natasha offered you alcoholic beverages. You only took a sip of yours since you were the designated driver, and you had work early in the morning the next day—an easy weekend job at a flower shop. You noticed Wanda was also not keen on drinking, so you got sodas for the both of you. 

The five of you remained together until Pietro's girl arrived. Then, Natasha and Steve left, leaving you and Wanda alone. 

Finally, you took the opportunity to admire Wanda fully, from the black combat boots and ripped jeans to her signature red leather jacket covering yet another band teeshirt. Though you loved her outfit, your favorite part was her bright green eyes brought out by a sexy black eyeliner. You were a gay mess, to say the least. 

"You don't seem happy to be here," you commented, noticing her pout. Damn, she had such pretty lips.

"That's because I'm not. I'm only here because Pietro bribed me with new books. Now that I'm here, I realize it's not worth it, considering he left me alone," Wanda whined, playing with her rings.

"Alone? Am I that bad of a company?" You teased, enjoying the slight panic in her eyes before bursting out in laughter. "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

Wanda felt grateful for your company as she wasn't one to party, especially since her friends weren't there. Shuri, Peter, and the rest of the science club had left on a trip. Monica had planned on coming until she came down with the flu. It was funny how things changed between you two. How, years before, she would have panicked at the thought of being so close to you. Now, she could only feel her chest flutter with butterflies as you rant about your thoughts on Pride & Prejudice.

Not long after, Peggy Carter interrupted you both, wanting you to meet someone. You reluctantly agreed after Wanda said it was fine, and you promised to return quickly. Peggy led you into the kitchen, where a muscular boy your age stood with a red solo cup. She introduced him as Sam Wilson, her friend from another school, before leaving you two with a mischievous smile. 

"I think she's trying to set us up." Although you appreciated the noble gesture, now more than ever, you wished to return to Wanda. 

He nodded and said, "Look, you're beautiful, but I have my eye on someone else." His eyes looked over your shoulder, and you followed his eyesight and came upon James Barnes, Steve's best friend.

"Don't worry, I do too. You should go talk to him."

"We don't even know eachother." He lowered his head, avoiding your eyes.

"I can help with that." You took his hand and led him towards Bucky. "Hey, Bucky. I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Sam."

Bucky immediately smirked as he eyed Sam. Pleased with your work, you dismissed yourself, ready to return to Wanda's side. But, much to your dread, the brunette was gone when you arrived. Maybe she was tired of waiting for you? Perhaps she had found Pietro? No, but what if it was something terrible had happened to her? 

Not willing to take your chances, you decided to search for her. You looked throughout the entire first floor and even outside with no success. You were going up the stairs to scour the second floor, your concern threatening to detonate at any moment. Then, you heard her voice.

"Get away from me!"

In a panic, you followed the voice, leading you into one of the more isolated corridors. Your sight immediately landed on Brock Rumlow, backing up Wanda against the wall. Your blood boiled at the sight, and you clenched your fist, ready to attack. Before you could interfere, Wanda raised her knee, striking him between his legs. Rumlow tumbled down as he groaned in pain.

"You bitch!" he cursed, attempting to reach her on all fours. You were sure she could handle him herself, but you were consumed with rage as you ran forward, slamming your foot into his stomach, causing him to curl into a fetal position. You were about to deliver another blow to his face, but a gentle touch on your arm pulled you away. You are met with Wanda's pleading eyes telling you it was enough. 

You lowered yourself, yanking Rumlow by the hair and saying, "No means no, you fucking piece of shit." Before succumbing to your desire to injure him further, you intertwined your hand with Wanda's and led her to the front porch. 

You sat on the porch swing, closing your eyes and resting your head on the wood. Your lips were pulled into a tight line, fists clenched, as you tried to control your labored breathing. Your mind had a different idea as it drifted about what could have happened if you hadn't been there. Wanda handled the situation well enough, but the knowledge didn't lessen the anger. For fucks sake, all you wanted was to go back in and rip him apart. 

"Are you okay?" her honey-sweet voice broke you from your thoughts, a dry chuckle falling from your lips.

"I should be the one asking you that." You glanced at her. "You're the one who that asshole was..." You had to stop to take a deep, shaky breath, "I just want to go back in there and-"

Wanda lifted her hands to your cheeks, gently turning your head so you would look at her. "I'm okay," she whispered, thumbs caressing the skin of your cheekbones. You were instantly entranced by her intense stare, soothing voice, and the addicting feel of her skin on your own. Her lips turned upward, causing you to glance at them briefly. "You know you're always saving me. First, Trent Griffin, and now this idiot." She lowered her hands, making you immediately miss her touch. 

"I won't take credit for Rumlow. You had him handled before I interfered." You smirked at her, "Perfect kick, by the way." Your compliment evoked laughter from you both, Wanda's hand falling on your own. This time, you took the liberty of interlacing your hands. 

"So, who'd you meet?"

"Huh, oh, one of Peggy's friends, Sam. She was trying to set us up."

Wanda's head whipped around so fast, you thought it would fall off. "What?" She questioned, all playfulness was gone from her tone. 

"Yeah," you responded, unwilling to look at the girl. "Total waste, though. He looked like a nice guy and all, but definitely not my type. Besides, he had his eye on someone else." Your answer quelled the uneasiness in the brunette. 

"Really? Who?" She asked, disinterested but trying to seem unaffected by your words earlier. 

"Bucky," you answered with a grin, thinking of the cute couple the two would make. You missed the double take Wanda made. 

"Really? Bucky?" She questioned, perplexed. Although she didn't know Buck that well, she was highly intimidated by the man. The way he appeared to scowl at anyone except Steve. 

You found her incredulity hilarious, but you loved teasing her even more. "Do you have something against Bucky?" 

"What? No," she hastily replied. "It's just," she sighed, looking down, embarrassed, "he's kind of scary."

You burst into laughter as Wanda pulled her hand away to cover her face. As your giggles quieted, you uncovered her face, lacing your hands again. "Wanda, don't let the mean face fool you. He just has one of those faces. Bucky is a literal teddy bear. He would dare hurt a fly unless you mess with Steve or Alpine."

"Alpine?"

"His cat. See, totally safe," you assured.

Wanda sighed. "Sorry. I'm not actually scared of him; it's just that he appears intimidating."

"He does, doesn't he," you agreed with a smile.

"Anyways, this Sam," she dragged out, playing with your fingers. "You said he wasn't your type," Wanda took a deep breath. It was now or never. She looked straight at you and asked, " Tell me, who is your type?"

You felt the wind knocked out of your lungs as you gasped for an answer. What were you supposed to say? That she was your type? That all you could think about day and night was her? Or how anyone paled in comparison to her? You didn't dare to say any of those things yet. 

Instead, you nervously laughed as you rubbed your neck. "I don't know.'

"Not, Natasha?" Wanda pressed.

Your eyes shot to her, looking at her as if she'd grown a second head. "No, no, no. That's not- No," you vehemently denied. "Nat, she's amazing, but no."

You took a deep breath, furrowing your eyebrows in thought. "Pietro, he's my best friend, and while you and I didn't speak much, I always appreciated your presence." Wanda listened quietly, yet still confused about what that had to do with the conversation. "So when the two constants in my life left, I felt lost. I didn't know what to do with my best friend. Then, Natasha came along. She's kind of been to me what you are to Pietro. Someone who grounds me and pushes me to do better. It's because of her I got into soccer, you know? She basically dragged me to tryouts."

Wanda nodded understandingly. The quiet remained for a moment.

"What about you, Maximoff?"

She shrugged, "I haven't dated either."

"Really?" You asked, surprised that the goddess before you had not dated either. However, it was cut short by her following words.

"Actually, I did go on a date with this guy in California. It didn't work out."

You weren't jealous, no. You were curious about who was the idiot who let her go. "Really? Why"

"Jarvis came from an affluent family. All that money made him quite pretentious. To tell you that on the date, he took me to his mansion to show off all his money."

"Jarvis? His parents were definitely setting him up for failure with that name." Wanda laughed and playfully bumped your shoulder. 

When your laughter died down, you were left in silence, facing forward with a hint of a smile remaining on your lips. It wasn't uncomfortable like in your car, but peaceful and reassuring. You stayed in that position until you realized how late it was.

"Let's find Pietro so I can take you home." 

It didn't take long to find Pietro and his date, Crystal. The two were engaged in a competitive game of beer pong. Only two cups were left closest to them, while four remained on the opposing side. From his intoxicated state, you deduced they would soon lose. Pietro's uncoordinated throw needed more momentum, and the ping pong ball landed inches from the red solo cup. It wasn't long before the game ended.

You and Wanda walked in hand towards her brother, only separating as you threw your arm around his shoulder. The other took the alcohol-filled cup from his hands and set it down on the counter. "Okay, buddy, that's enough. Let's go home."

"Oh, come on, guys. It's still early."

"Seriously, Pietro. It's eleven," Wanda scolded with crossed arms. 

Pietro wrapped his arm around Wanda, so you were both on either side of him. "Sistra, aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Wanda shot daggers at Pietro, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. "No," she gravely responded.

"Okay, okay, okay." Pietro squeezed you both. "We can go... after you dance with Y/N." He looked down at you with a grin. "It's a party, and you two haven't done anything fun. Come on." He released you and took Crystal's hand, leading her to dance. 

You and Wanda watched, taken aback. Wanda scoffed, but you felt humored at Pietro's suggestion. Despite the loud music filling the atmosphere the entire night, it was the first time you cared to listen. Suddenly, all you wanted was a dance with Wanda. 

 You turned to Wanda, outstretching your hand. "He's right, you know? Let's have a little fun. Dance with me?"

She glanced at your hand, hesitation clear in her viridescent eyes. Wanda was not much of a dancer; back in California, when Pietro forced her to go to parties, she spent her time in secluded corners with her friends. She regretted not accepting the countless invitations to dance; maybe she wouldn't be destined to embarrass herself in front of everyone. With that thought in mind, she picked up Pietro's discarded drink and gulped it down in one go. A little liquid courage is all she needed, Wanda thought as she dropped her hand into your own and followed you to the dancing group.

You saw the nervousness in her eyes; you won't lie, you felt in yourself. Your coordination only functioned in the field, not on the dance floor, but you didn't care. You wouldn't mind making a fool of yourself for Wanda. You had half a mind to follow her lead with a drink but held back.

You stood still among the dancing teens sticking out like a sore thumb. You were unsure of what to do with your hand. Should you hold Wanda by her hips? Would that be too audacious? Wanda felt the same, uncertain of how to proceed. Wanda found it comical that you continued to be a nervous mess despite your newfound friendship. Although she didn't mind, she enjoyed seeing the all-mighty Y/N and confident Y/N from her childhood shy because of her definite ego boost. It made up for the millions of times she had to hide away in fear of embarrassing herself when you were near. 

Wanda bit her lip, looking up at you from under her lashes, and she swears she could hear how you take a sharp breath. With foreign confidence, Wanda wrapped an arm around your neck and, with the other, took your hand, placing it on her hip.

"Is this okay?" 

You nod stupidly, flushed by the action. Frankly, Wanda's boldness turned you on. It took a few mental reprimands to let loose and get into the rhythm. The music took over your body as you moved in sync, each beat resonating in your chest. Your body came alive with the music and the electrifying touch of the woman holding on to you. Nothing else mattered as you gazed into her hypnotizing eyes.

Your body tingled as she brought you closer, locking her hands around your neck. You could feel the silk-smooth skin of her hips as your hands reached under her shirt or her fresh mint breath on your lips. You felt drunk on the feeling of Wanda. 

Similarly, Wanda felt euphoric like never before, and despite her earlier concerns about dancing, her body moved so naturally. Every cell in her body is reinvigorated by your touch and the way you slightly scratched at her swaying hips. Suddenly, she couldn't remember why she hated parties. Was it because you weren't there? It didn't matter, not when she could feel the tension building and building to a place of no return. She licked at her lips, alternating her gaze from your lips to your half-lidded eyes.

You couldn't hold back any longer as you raised a hand to cup Wanda's cheek, like water slipping through a broken dam, your restraint torn down by need. Wanda leaned into your touch with a sigh, relishing the softness of the action. At any other moment, the brunette would find it unimaginable to act in such a way, but she figured it was the alcohol feeding into her boldness.

The two of you had stopped dancing long ago as you engaged in a battle of who would make the next move. It wasn't that you weren't dying to taste her lips. In truth, the need became nearly paralyzing. Maybe if you had acted sooner, you could have saved the moment. 

As you leaned in to kiss her, a drunken stranger crashed into you, and you staggered back with Wanda in your arms. It seemed as if the universe had a vendetta against you by how it intervened. For a second time, you were deprived of her lips by the consequence of outer forces. 

The blow knocked you out of your daze, and with regained senses, you took in the frantic, inebriated man thrashing around. Wanda turned around in your arms, confused by the commotion. You protectively pulled her closer to your body and stepped back to prevent getting struck by the man as his friends tried to pull him away. The situation only got worse as the drunk man noticed a laughing group.

"That's our cue to leave," you said, ignoring the near kiss, more apprehensive about the unfolding scene.

After collecting Pietro and Crystal, you bid farewells to your other friends and made your way to your car. You and Wanda lead the way in silence, yet not uncomfortable. Though the near kiss rested heavily on your mind, unlike last time, there were no doubts. Of course, you felt disappointed in the interruption, yet some of you acknowledged it wasn't the place or time. You were sure the moment would come soon enough.

Your hand itched to reach for her, but you held back, unsure what Pietro would think. When you got your car, you rushed to open the door for Wanda, sharing a smile as you did so. Behind you, Crystal complained to Pietro about his lack of chivalry and how she needed to be more like you. 

The ride to Crystal's place was short, but the couple in the backseat made the ride feel eternal as they made out. You and Wanda looked at each other disgusted while playfully gagging. You chuckled, poking fun at the couple. After dropping Crystal off, you made your way to the Maximoff residence. The collective exhaustion became visible in the lack of conversation. Pietro's usual talkative self hummed to a song on the radio while Wanda closed her eyes and rested her head on the window.

On the other hand, you used the time pondering on your next move. Should you talk to Pietro first before asking her out?

The twins thanked you for the ride as you stopped outside their place. Wanda kissed your cheek goodbye when Pietro was distracted like the other night and left without another word. Pietro followed, but not before making plans for him to come over the next day. As they walked away, you could only stare, entranced by the brunette. She would be the death of you.

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February 2025 Escher Girls Patreon Thank You & Life/Site Update

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Bruce Banner (Marvel)/Female Reader - Widowed

Author's Notes: Rereading this fan fic honestly had me laughing my ass off, especially at the Guardians of the Galaxy character's interactions. I can't say I've ever watched the GotG movies, and I've not written too much Avengers cross over fanfics in my time, but... let's just say James Gunn better watch his back. Cause I'm coming for his job.

Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: During a party at Avengers Tower, Bruce has to come to terms with the fact that he led on his old flame, Natasha, who is none too happy to hear that he's moved on to a better, smarter, and more humble woman. You quickly learn why super heroes, body shots, and beer pong do not mix.

Bruce's back fell flat against the sofa as he tripped over the arm, "Nat—Nat!"

Natasha climbed over top of him, clumsily pulling at his belt buckle.

"Natasha—stop. You've had too much." Bruce pleaded, pulling her hands away holding her still.

She tilted her head and smiled coyly. "You think I can't handle my liquor? Don't insult me, Bruce."

"Natasha—you know I'm not single. I know we were..." "What?" She asked pointedly.

"What were we Bruce?" She pulled her hands away, standing up. Bruce looked away dejectedly, "I guess we were... just friends." "Were we 'just friends' when you refused to commit to a relationship? Were we just friends when I had to talk down the Hulk from a rampage? Were we friends when you cried on Morag because you thought you'd lost me? When you stayed by my side while I healed in the med bay?"

Bruce sat quietly, completely speechless. Natasha bit her lip. "You never cared about me, Bruce. Even now, you wouldn't even take me." Her voice cracked.

"No, Nat that's not—” “All I ever wanted from you was to prove you felt the same way. To tell me you loved me. But instead you decided to settle for that— fat bitch."

"Natasha, stop. I'm so sorry it never worked out between us, but I love her, and you need to respect our relationship."

Natasha backed away as Bruce sat up on the couch. "So that's it then?"

Bruce stood, hesitantly approaching before she slapped him across the face.

"Screw you. I hope I never see you again." Natasha stomped out of the room, right past Tony who had been eavesdropping outside the door, snacking on a bowl of peanuts.

"Bruce, you've got quite the love triangle going on there, buddy." Tony stepped into the room approaching the man still nursing his cheek.

"Don't call it that. That's not what it—what we had."

"Hey, good on you for finally settling down and dedicating yourself after years of leading her on. Peanuts?" He offered the bowl to Bruce who snatched it away, setting it on the coffee table.

"I did not. Lead her on."

"Oh, quite the contrary, Bruce. You knew you didn't want to settle down. You were too damaged, too afraid of having anything real, afraid that in the blink of an eye," He snapped. "It'd all be taken away." Tony walked to the other side of the coffee table, sitting on a loveseat across from Bruce.

"So, like any irrational man would do, you kept her at arm's length. Never close enough to admit you had anything real between you two. Every once in a while, you'd dip your toe into that pool. Test the waters. See if you two were compatible. But each and every time you'd panic, self-deprecate yourself into believing you had nothing in common and leave her questioning herself."

He shook his head, stirring his gentle curls. "What're trying to say Tony?"

"You're a better man now. You committed to someone. It wasn't her, but it was someone you deserved. She's justified in being upset, but she'll learn to move past it. And you'll be back to avoiding each other in no time."

Bruce blinked slowly at Tony.

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Dad."

Tony reached into the bowl popping some peanuts in his mouth.

"Any time, sport. Now go get your girlfriend. Last I saw Valkyrie was volunteering her for body shots."

You sat in the kitchen, your head a bit woozy from the smell of liquor permeating the Avengers Tower. Natasha walked in, brushing past you before pouring herself a cup of vodka and downing it.

"Wow, you must be great at drinking games. I can't even do shots."

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I've got a pretty high tolerance to alcohol. You should ask Bruce about that." She grabbed the bottle, pulling off the cap and drinking straight to the head.

You laughed to yourself, as she passed by you. "Oh, do you guys play some drinking games together?" She chuckled, taking another hit off the bottle before slurring. "Oh, we did a lot together."

You narrowed your eyes a bit as she held eye contact, a cheeky smile curling up on her lips. In walks Thor, shirtless and wet.

"Natasha! You found another bottle! Come join us! We're doing another round of body shots." He clubbed a paw on her shoulder before guiding her out of the kitchen and into the party in the main room.

Bruce glanced over at Thor before entering the room. "Do you know why Thor is dripping wet?" You shrugged nonchalantly. "Body shots." He shuddered, shaking his head. "Oh man, never again. Alcohol is not my friend—especially when it involves other people's belly buttons." He took a seat at the small table across from you, reaching into a bowl of chips.

"What's up? Why are you sitting in here?"

You turned toward him. "What happened between you and Natasha?" His panicked response took you by surprise. "D-did she tell you something?"

You cocked your head. "Excuse me? Answer my question."

Bruce stammered, "I mean… a few years back we spent a lot of time together, but we never actually got romantically involved."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

Bruce flailed his hands. "What would've been the point? It was years ago and we've already moved past it... or at least I thought."

"What do you mean, you thought?"

"Well. Let's just discuss this later. We're at a party, we should be having fun!" He tugged nervously at his collar.

"Bitch." You stood from your chair, grabbing his collar revealing a smudge of red lipstick on his neck.

In walked a smiling, tipsy Steve Rogers who after seeing this promptly turned around and left the room.

"Okay, I guess we're talking about it now." Bruce shrugged.

You stepped into the elevator with Bruce, leading the way as he trailed closely behind, pleading.

"Listen, it isn't what you think." You pressed the close door button before folding your arms.

"She came onto me earlier and I told her that I didn't want this, then she got upset with me. Because I never felt the same way about her... and after everything I ended up with you."

You huffed, words pulling tears from your eyes as you spoke them.

"So did you love her?"

He had a pained look in his face as he stared down at the floor. "No. I didn't." His heart ached.

You wiped the steady flow of tears from your eyes as you grabbed his jacket and pulled him into a tender hug.

"I feel so sorry for her." You whispered into his shoulder, Bruce felt so guilty he was nauseous. Sick that he had the power to hurt someone so badly. His eyes welled up a bit, as he felt a resounding crack in his heart, his iris flashing green. "I know, big guy. I felt that too.”

You pulled away, rubbing your hands over his shoulders. "Bruce." He smiled, hands resting on your hips.

"You were an idiot."

He nodded. "I respect that. But how do I fix this?"

You sniffled, wiping your eyes and nose with your sleeves. "Try respecting her. Talk to her. Listen to her. You guys had something special. Imagine losing that, then losing you too."

He nodded, remembering back to when he realized she was gone. That surge of hurt and confusion that incapacitated him for months after she'd died. "I was such an idiot." He shook his head, pinching back the fallen tears.

"But she's here. You can do better now." He nodded, before you pulled him into a long hug.

The door rang open and standing there was Clint, a beer in one hand a plate of loaded nachos in the other.

"Hey, idiot. And Y/N."

Bruce nodded, smiling meekly, "Hey, Clint."

You both stepped off the elevator as Clint stepped on offering a passing nod.

Bruce joined the party with a new surge of energy now. You enter to find Thor and Valkyrie playing a game of fear pong against Natasha and a barely conscious Steve.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just—wake me up when it's my turn." He mumbled from the sofa.

"I need a new partner." Natasha scolded and Starlord perked up raising his hands as he approached the table. "Preferably one that isn't a lightweight like a Capsicle over here."

"I'm your guy." Peter waited for a high five then after a few seconds of being ignored executed a weak fist pump.

"Whatever you say, Michelob Ultra."

Thor pinched the ball between his fingers before tossing and catching the corner of another cup.

"Oh yeah! One eye!" He and Valkyrie cheered, thumping his bare chest as Peter lifted the cup and read the card aloud. "Give the other team a lap dance for 20 seconds."

Everyone oohed, glancing around and you gasped.

Natasha stomped her foot, "Let's do it."

"Woo!" Valkyrie cheered, grabbing a foldable chair and sitting back in it. 

"Somebody get the timer going!" Thor giggled.

"I've got it!" Drax called from his large platter of chicken bones.

"I-I don't know. I don't think Gamora would like that." Peter muttered.

"She's not even here, Princess! Live a little." Rocket yelled, finishing a chicken wing before tossing it into Drax's slaughter pile.

"I want the redhead." Valkyrie growled, pointing at Natasha.

"Oh, thank God." Peter muttered, nervously rubbing his chest. "Don't worry, Peter." Thor called over, sitting back and spreading his legs. "As your captain I promise I won't get too handsy."

The room oohed as Peter shrugged, shaking his head as he and Natasha approached.

"Timer?" Natasha called over to Drax who was mashing buttons in confusion.

"I think it's broken." He muttered before Rocket walked over, flipping it right side up and smacking Drax on the back of the head.

Natasha smiled, taking a seat in Valkyries lap, her eyes trailing across the room to find you and Bruce at a nearby table, watching expectantly. Peter squinted, staring Thor down as he sipped coyly on his beer.

Drax nodded, "20 seconds. Starting now!"

Natasha pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting it fall free as she grinded in Valkyrie's lap and Thor cheered, raising a fist as Peter sort of shimmied gracelessly around his chair.

Natasha held unnerving eye contact with Bruce as she tossed her leg over Valkyrie's shoulder, and Valkyrie smiled, squeezing her thigh.

Bruce broke eye contact, briefly glancing over at you, who was distracted by Teen Groot's roots stretching across the table and dipping into Drax's open beer.

"Groot, stop it." You scolded, Rocket looked over and gasped. "You little punk! You are so grounded when we get back to the ship."

Groot huffed, folding his arms, "I am groot!" and Drax looked over aghast, as he pulled his drink away. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It wasn't until you turned back around and you saw Natasha, twerking in Valkyrie's lap making eyes at the red eared Bruce, that you realized what was happening here.

"Come sit in my lap, Missouri boy." Thor slurred, pulling Peter by the back of his belt into his groin, grinding up into him. Peter gasped, scandalized as he felt something hard poking him.

Thor leaned into his ear and whispered. "Don't worry, it's just my hammer." Which sent Peter skating out of his lap, wailing.

"Time!" Drax shouted, banging his fist on the table, causing every surface in the room to rattle.

"Alright. Thanks buddy. You didn't really have to do that." Rocket pat his shoulder, shaking his head.

Natasha seductively stood from the horny Valkyrie's lap, but not before pulling her hair tie from Valkyrie's teeth and approaching your table.

"Good effort. Practice makes perfect." You said, running your hand through the back of Bruce's hair and Natasha sneered, joining Peter at the pong table.

"What happened to respecting her?" Bruce whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"I never said I had to."

He sighed, leaning into your hand as it traveled through his scalp.

"That actually feels pretty nice."

You smacked him now, “Remember this is all your fault.”

Apologies for an inconsistencies or out of character moments, I only care about maybe 5 characters here. This fan fic is at least 5 years old so if it sounds a bit clunky...

[beautifulandvoid]

Moving Day

This is a sequel to Meet the parents, which I wrote for @bobbyfloyd holiday celebration. Please read that fic first to get the background for this fic.

Please enjoy!

AFAB!reader, Fluff, illusions to smut

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The cool April air blew through your hair as you stood outside the moving truck. Bobby and the rest of the Daggers flew in a few days ago to help you pack. The entire squad sleeping on air mattresses on the floor in the living room, your cat Jelly bean jumping between people. Of course, they were now fighting about how to load up the U-Haul truck. “That can't go there!” “YES, it can Bradley!” “Can it? How are you going to put stuff on top of it Jake?” The bickering had been going on the entire time you'd been packing. 

“Actually it doesn't go there, Rooster. It has to go in my car.” you finally chime in when they pause. They turn to look at you, then back down to the box. Clear as day on the top was “Car”. They mumbled a few sorrys as they handed you the box. You laugh at them as you turn to set it back on the ground. Natasha came out carrying all of your bathroom products in a box she had labeled “Jesus you have too much skin care stuff”. You laugh at her as she sets the box down by your stack of boxes to go into your car. She throws her arm around you, tilting her head at the boys. You nod back to her and you both burst into giggles. “What, are the two of you laughing at? Hmmm?” Jake calls from the truck. You both continue to laugh as you walk back up the stairs to your apartment to finish grabbing boxes. 

“I tried to hire a moving company. Bobby wouldn't let me. He said you guys ‘owed him one’ and now I've got the two bickering lovers who aren't lovers” You tell her as you enter your apartment. It's bare except for a few last boxes, your suitcase and the cat. Bobby wraps his arms around you as you grab your suitcase and Natasha and Mickey grab the last few boxes. He rubs his nose into your hairline as you look around one last time. “So, are you ready?” he says as he pulls you to arms length. You nod as you lean down to pick up the cat carrier. You're grateful that his housing allows pets, Jelly bean has been with you since you moved into your apartment 4 years ago. 

“C’mon” he takes your hand and you follow as you leave the apartment. Luckily, your old co-worker who helped you buy it, was more than willing to help you sell it. You had to pit-stop on the way to San Diego to drop the extra keys off to him. You had said goodbye to your parents this morning, your mother acting like she’d never see you again. As you walk out of the building the boys are dropping the door on the u-haul and moving to hop in the front. Bradley, Jake and Mickey were all taking the u-haul and Natasha was with you and Bob. 

“Don't hit the cars at the bottom of the hill. I'll make you pay for it if you do!” you call at them before they close the doors. They nod at you and make their way out of the complex. The three of you load into your car, you in the driver's seat until you get to Nebrasksa. You fought them on it, Bobby insisting on driving the whole time. You drove over and dropped your keys off with your realtor, and said goodbye to old coworkers. Then you hit the road. You stopped at the gas station to get gas, and you glanced up to see Nat coming out with 2 bags full of snacks and drinks. “Jesus Nat, do you think we are not going to stop for meals? DId you just buy 1 of everything?”

She sticks her tongue out at you, sticking the bags in the backseat. She bumps you out of the way, “go to the bathroom before we take off. I'll finish this.” You don't hesitate to leave her to it, dashing to the bathroom. Bobby’s waiting outside for you when you get done, softly grabbing your hand and walking with you to the doors. You pause before turning around to grab a pack of donuts, your favorite donuts, before you leave. He slides up with you in the line, and knocks you out of the way before you can pay for them. “Bobby, I can pay for the donuts. You don't have to.” He just smiles that dopey dorky smile at you, the one that has you swooning like a schoolgirl. He grabs your hand and pulls you out the door to the car. 

Nat’s finished and is sitting in the car chatting with Jelly bean when you slide into the driver's seat with Bobby next to you. You pull onto the highway and start driving towards Kansas. Luckily it's a straight shot, so you can turn the cruise control on and settle in. You feel something cold nude you from the backseat and glaze at Nat pushing you a diet coke. “Thanks Nat, my favorite.” She laughs, “really, it is? the ‘i need a diet coke’ sweatshirt you have on right now didn't give it away at all.” You laugh at her before taking a swig of it. Bobbys asleep before you even get to Des Moines, snoring away in the passenger seat. “Does he always fall asleep this easily?” You ask Nat glancing at her in the rear view mirror. “Sometimes, but I think it has something to do with the fact that he's been nervously cleaning at 2 am lately. Like he’s worried you’ll think he's a slob and go home.” 

You pull into a gas station off the highway and glance at Bobby still asleep. “I’ll drive, let him sleep.” Nat says as you get out of the car to stretch. You glance at Bob, still sleep, and look back at Nat, “we could wake him and move him into the back and we can jam out to Taylor Swift.” You say wiggling your eyebrows at her. She grins, and opens his door, gently pulling him out, still asleep. She gently puts him in the backseat, buckling him in. She turns to you looking at her, “I've had to move him off his couch when he crashes during movie night. It’s kinda funny to see Bradley just toss him over his shoulder and carry him firefighter style.” You giggle at her, as you gesture towards the gas station. You take turns going to the bathroom, making sure to not leave the car alone. 

She pulls onto the highway and turns the music back up. You spend a few hours jamming out to TS, making it halfway through Red when Bobby finally wakes up. He grumbles in distortion looking around. “Seriously Nat, you moved me again?”. You both laugh at him as he leans forward to kiss your cheek. “It was technically my idea to move you there Bobby. How’d you sleep?”. He feigns fake betrayal, before asking where you guys are. You glance at the navigation screen, “like two hours past Denver.” You had hotel reservations in Grand Junction for the night. “Mickey just called. They made it to the hotel. They're checked in, and they are researching dinner places.” Bob says from the backseat. You glance at the navigation and see you're about an hour and a half out. Nat pulls into a gas station to fill up. You get out and stretch, pulling Jelly from her carrier and hooking the leash to her. You take her over to the grass for a bathroom break. You had trained her to go outside when you were on walks with her. 

After cleaning up her mess, you set her back in the carrier, much to her annoyance. “Oh you’ll be fine beans. It’s only a little bit longer, and then you’ll be free to roam the hotel room.” Bobby and Nat come back from the bathroom and you go in once you have Jelly settled. Bobs in the driver seat when you get back and Nats back with Jelly again. After he pulls onto the freeway, Nat leans up to you, “can I take her out and cuddle? Please?” she looks at you with puppy dog eyes and you nod yes before taking Bobby’s hand in yours. About an hour later you were pulling into the parking lot where the boys were standing. Nat begrudgingly puts Jelly back in her carrier.  You and Nat walked into the lobby and checked yourselves in dropping jelly in the room letting her roam. The boys sharing a room and the two of you in another. 

“Quick question there lovebirds. If we only have 1 car, how are we going to get dinner?” Jake hollers at you and Bobby when you slide into his arms after meeting him back at the car. You roll your eyes at him, “you guys didn't choose a restaurant within walking distance? You’ve had nearly 2 whole hours before we got here to figure that out.” You pull out your phone to look, only to discover, had they looked, they would have seen the restaurant quite literally attached to the hotel. After eating you all decide to crash early. You wanted to make it to North Island before midnight tomorrow. As long as you left before 10am tomorrow, you’d make it there on time. 

Before you fall asleep, you feel Nat slide into bed with you. “Jesus Nat, you scared the hell out of me!” She giggles at you as she wraps you into her arms. “Hope Bob doesn't mind us cuddling. I could tell you were nervous at dinner. Say the word and I’ll drive you back home to Minnesota.” You rest your head on her shoulder, sighing into it. “I’m not nervous because I'm moving. I just, i’ve never lived with a boy before. What if he gets annoyed by my little things? You know me Nat, I tend to fixate when I get nervous.” She strokes your hair calming you down. “Yeah well, I have it on good authority that Bobs the same way. He loves you, and Penny's excited to have you around full time. He never shuts up about you and ‘oh i miss her. Do you think she misses me?’” she says sincerely. 

You roll her eyes at her before saying goodnight and finally falling asleep. The two of you are awoken the next morning with Bobby shaking you awake. “Hey pretty thing, you need to wake up. At least enough to get to the car.” You grumble at him flipping him off but sliding out of the covers anyway. “I hate you. Why is it so early?” You toss the pillow at him as you lean over to wake Nat up. She smacks you as you shake her, before you turn to get dressed for the day. Bobby’s waiting at the car for the two of you after you check out. “The others already left a while ago, that darn 5 am military time and all. They’ll beat us there but they said they'll start unloading the boxes for us.” He hands the two of you diet cokes and a donut, clearly fresh from the bakery across the street. You settle into the passenger seat, eating your donut before crashing back to sleep. 

When you wake back up you're already halfway through Utah, signaling to Bobby you need to use the bathroom, he pulls to the next rest stop. When you get back you force him to let you drive for a few hours so he can get some rest too. Nat gets you to switch once you've entered Nevada insisting that she needs to drive for a while. You hop in the back with Jelly Bean, who's currently staring out the window chirping at the birds. Bob switches with you after a while, so you and Nat can jam out again. Once you hit the outskirts of LA, Bob takes over driving the rest of the way. You can already feel the warmth through the car, well warmth for a Midwestener like yourself, and you stare at all of the passing beauty. Even with visiting Bob over the last several months, you don't know if you'll ever get used to how beautiful it is. 

When you pull up to Bob's house the boys who came, plus the other Daggers, have already unloaded the u-haul. To your surprise they’ve already unpacked all of the books and trinkets, setting them up exactly how you needed them. You step out to call your parents, letting them know you’ve made it safely. When you step out onto the patio, Mav is out on the deck grilling, the massive patio table set up with the rest of the impromptu dinner. “I hope you don't mind,” he says, giving you a hug and kiss on the head, “I thought you guys wouldn't want to cook, so we all made something.” You smile at him before grabbing a hug and a margarita from Penny. You turn and see Reuben and his wife Monica, who happens to be holding their newborn Nova. “oh, you're getting so big Nova!” You hug both of them, before Monica is pushing Nova into your arms. You gladly take her and snuggle her in. You see Bobby clock that you're holding the baby, “uh yeah Monica i hope you know you're not getting her back all night. She loves babies.” “Yeah, that's the point, Bob. You two can babysit her soon overnight so Reuben and I can have a date night.” 

 You all sit down to dinner, Bradley and Jake sitting next to each other, nudging each other not so hidden. You all trickle into the living room after a while, breaking out the board games. After a while people start trickling out, you all catching Bradley and Jake leaving together. Monica takes Nova back from you, giving her feet a tiny squeeze, you say goodnight to the pair, reminding them to call about babysitting. Nat is the last to leave, giving you a reassuring squeeze and a reminder of what she said last night. 

Bobby wraps his arms around you as you take in that you now live together. You smile at him, running your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. “Well, we luckily don't have too much to unpack, shall we finish it quickly?” You nod at him following him upstairs to start unpacking your suitcases. Jelly comes running in, jumping on the bed and starts meowing at the two of you. He reaches over to scratch her, and she falls over trapping him into rubbing her belly. “In 3, 2, 1” you count down, and right on 1 she grabs his hand, kicking it and the while wanting him to keep giving her belly rubs. “Ah, what?” You laugh at his shock, leaning over to scratch her ears. “Yup, it's her favorite trick. She lures you in with her cuteness, her ‘please rub my belly’ eyes and then bam, she's kicking your hand away.” 

He rolls his eyes at you, placing one of your suitcases on the bed. The two of you make quick work unloading your mountain of clothing. He starts unzipping one of the hanging bags before you snatch it out of his hands. “No, not that one, you can't see what's in this one just yet.” He chuckles at you before covering his eyes and turning around for you to unpack in. You unzip the bag gently pulling the carefully packed lingerie and folding them into the drawer. You hesitate for a moment before grabbing a set out, setting it on the bathroom counter. “I’m going to shower, i’ll be back soon,” You say, pressing a kiss on his cheek. He wiggles his eyebrows at you expectantly, gently pulling you in. “Will that be a joint shower? Ya know, water conservation and all.” You gently push him off before sliding into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. 

You hear him groan from the otherside of the door before you hear him talking to Jelly, “she's so silly. Yes she is, and you are too. Yes you are.” After you shower and dry your hair, you pull his robe off the hook on the door. You can hear him downstairs finishing cleaning up dinner, Jelly meowing at him for more food. You throw on the lingerie you had pulled out, opening the closet door to toss your laundry in the basket. You spot his old service jacket hanging in the back and immediately get an idea. He’s humming to himself when you hit the bottom of the stairs, Jelly is sacking on some banana and blueberries, clearing using her baby eyes on him.

“Hi sailor. Drop and give me 20.” He whips around, and nearly drops the glass he's cleaning. “Holy fuck…. Do you.. Uh.. do you have anything on under there love?” You laugh at him as you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He runs his hands up and feels the lingerie. He groans, setting the glass on the counter. He picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder, smacking your ass he carries you up the stairs. You giggle at him, smacking his back, “PUT ME DOWN BOBBY!!” He gently tosses you on the bed, unbuttoning the jacket. He groans as he sees what underneath. He moves to pull you to the edge of the bed, before you stop him. “Hold on there. You never gave me those pushups.” He drops to the ground and gives you the pushups. 

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, pulling the jacket off of you. He buries himself into your neck before he pulls back kissing you. Something tells you that you won't regret this ever. 

Thank you all for reading! Please feel free to reblog, but do not post anywhere else. It will be cross posted on my Ao3 under ElizaKasansky86. That is the only other place where you will see any of my works.

[maximotts]

I'm wondering what would jealous/possessive PH!WandaNat be like? I'm sure WandaNat get hit on all the time, but what about the reader? Say maybe they take reader to a party and another female mob boss is showing an interest in the reader who thinks the lady is just being nice (or do they realize it and like the attention?). Does WandaNat intervene at the party? How do they deal with the reader when they get home?

Okay okay, I have like, one quick set of minutes to get my thoughts down on this and I've been staring at this ask for days so lets see if I can answer this fully rn! Spoiler Alert: I did

Honestly, I'd say since our dear reader is a bartender, she's no stranger to being hit on by others. That behavior settles down more so once Wanda and Natasha make it clear that you're theirs, but that's at work.

Whenever you're working a party, you try to be nice and polite, not wanting to offend anyone especially given the types of clientele that frequent Wanda and Natasha's bar, so even if you're being hit on you brush it off or give a thank you before going back to pouring drinks.

If they've just brought you to a party for fun, that's a whole different story. It'd be hard to get too far away from both of them in the first place, but when you do, there'd certainly be people who want your attention; everyone's curious what kind of girl could've been so appealing to Wanda and Nat who are like, notoriously very closed in their relationship.

And you're not completely oblivious to what's going on, you'd hardly be the most interesting person at the party if it weren't for the women you were associated with, but when curious questions turn to flirting, you get more flustered than anything.

Some people are more bold with it than others, Carol for instance, who's been friends with Nat for decades and has a reputation for wanting things she can't have.

Maybe you've never been great at initiating flirting, but years of bartending meant you'd developed a skill of falling into a natural banter with others. So when Carol offers you a drink, you take it, laugh when she makes comments about your cuteness being why Wanda picked you out, retort that by that logic Wanda and Nat should've asked her out long ago; stuff you see as harmless flirting.... which is all fine and good until your girlfriends catch wind of it.

If Wanda catches you, she'll make a beeline to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind and making a show of kissing your neck, "There you are, little dove. I told you not to run off where I can't find you."

And it sounds sweet, but her voice has an edge and Wanda's eyes never leave Carol's, who really isn't intimidated, she never has been by Wanda, and you know you're in trouble.

On the other hand, if it's Natasha who spies your little flirting, she'll just watch, see how far deep of a hole you dig yourself into, let the rest of the party go by with you thinking nothing of the interaction at all... but the second she puts you in the car, she's whispering in your ear, "I really hope you're not too tired because you're getting a spanking for every time you giggled at our friends flirting with you, every cute little bat of your eyelashes and cheeky lip bite; I saw it all, naughty thing."

The pair of them would decide your full punishment right in front of you on the way home, wedged between your girlfriends as they took turns betting how red your ass would get with which toy, if you'd pass out before they finished, how loudly you'd beg to cum knowing it wouldn't be a possibility that night in the slightest.

You'd learn your lesson about flirting for sure, but that doesn't mean you don't try it sometimes still when you want to piss them off.

[confused-bi-queer]

Meet Young Malcolm Grimm

Hello, friends... He's here!

Two weeks ago, I shared my presentation card for Davy here, and I'm a MalMage shipper for life, so I needed to make Davy's canon ex-boyfriend.

I've crafted my own concept of how Malcolm and Davy existed as best friends during their Watford years while they were roommates, and I wanted to share some headcanons I have for Malcolm.

He's such an interesting character for me because I know behind that lost stare and that grey hair, there must have been a joyful young man that was brutally pushed down because of his life and family.

@erzbethluna and I made this young Malcolm because we agree he must have been happy and full of life during Watford, and he must be incredibly hot and pretty to have gotten married twice and had a secret gay lover who happened to change politics. Malcolm Grimm has always been really appealing.

And he's an 80's kid (he's a 70's canonly, but let's ignore that), so he had to get into pop culture and wanted a normal Normal life, because Davy as his roommate brings him enough energy and danger by himself. So, Malcolm settles him. He's a caring friend, and he's a lovely soul, taking care of Davy when he does something reckless and being the mind behind Davy's passion. At this point of this illustration, Malcolm isn't aware of his feelings for Davy, but he loves him and he's the centre of his universe. Almost everything in the presentation card mentions him.

More Malcolm lore under the cut!

During their eighth year at Watford, Davy and Malcolm get together for a couple of months but then they break appart because of Natasha.

Malcolm is repressed and forced into a role he doesn't want by being "the man" of his family, but at Watford, with Davy, he lets himself exist. They are best friends. They're each other's family. But Malcolm also loves his own family, his sister and his twin brothers (because I believe those twin-making genes are Grimm). And he takes care of the little ones by taking over the family business and being part of the Coven; he wanted his brothers to have a normal childhood.

And Vanora, his older sister, is a portrayal of Fiona. That's why their relationship is complicated. Vanora is pushed back from the farm because she's a woman and runs away from home, leaving Malcolm grow bitter as life is taken out of him. Davy grows to be full of politics and resentment as they break apart after graduating Watford, and the only way they interact afterwards is because of the Coven and through hate sex. They stopped loving each other, even though they never truly stopped.

The reason why Malcolm's homophobic is because there was a hate crime committed to one of his brothers when they're older, his own self-hatred towards being in love with Davy, and the expectations he has when he marries Natasha. He decides being in love with a man is the reason of all his problems and he grows old hating himself and Davy, since he's aware of all his crimes but loves him too much to turn him in. Malcolm knows Davy killed both Natasha and Lucy, and he knows of Simon's birth, which is why he's wary of Baz meeting him and then put in a room with him in the same room he shared with Davy, when they were friends. He wants to protect Baz from Simon (and the Mage), but he never knows how. It's too close to his experiences with his first and only love. He hates himself for showing him girls to marry, but he wants Baz safe, like he was with Natasha.

Let me know what you think, I'd love to talk about this MAN any times. He's amazing. (Also, I just think it's lovely his birthday is a week before Baz's, it brings them together)

[lovelettersto-mars]

Day One: Something Old (+ Day Seven Prompt - Gentle)

For something old I really wanted to do something with Natasha's wedding ring, and I thought that maybe in an alternative universe Fiona would've insisted Baz kept it to give to Simon when he proposes. I also thought of "something old' like that weird wedding rule so ykyk. Also, due to having exams I did not have enough time to throw together 30 whole pieces of art, so this one is grouped with day 7 :3

On a more personal note: Wow okay I've never done an art challenge like this before 😭 also navigating time zones is hell when your country is 12 hours ahead of UST Time 😋 anyway hello hi I'm mars I'm not very active on Tumblr and I've only been like in the carry on fandom for like half a year (I have been a fan for ages, just never interacted until recently lol)

@carryon-countdown .

[cherryblossom-heart]

Could you love me one last time? (B.B ModernAU!) TEASER

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

A/N: Hello, if you've read any of my other stories you know this is a long one too and in case you haven't, this is just a heads up as it's definitely going to be over 8k I hope you enjoy this teaser as I'm almost done with this story I've been working on the past 3 months (ik, long long time)

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Summary: It was inevitable, everyone else around you could see it. You and Bucky Barnes were meant to fall for each other. Unfortunately you were also meant to break each others hearts. You left, he stayed and you thought that was it, until a wedding made you come back to face the past you left behind.

Future content warning: ANGST, toxic 'situationship' between Reader and Bucky, heartbreak, alcohol comsumption, SMUT, Bucky and Reader sleeping with other people while they have their situationship going on.

“Do you still love him?”

And that was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Did your heart still belong to James Buchannan Barnes? Was your heart still yearning for the tumultuous yet passionate and ultimately toxic relationship that had ensued between both of you?

The answer to all of that was yes and no. You didn’t miss the person you had become at the end of your "relationship," if you could even call it that; you didn’t miss the fights, the crying, and the resentment. You didn’t miss the uncertainty that came with being with young Bucky Barnes or the hole in your chest that you felt whenever he would leave.

However, you did miss his company. Not the bullshit, flirtatious, overly confident, and emotionally distant persona he would often put out. No, that dickhead was one of the reasons you never worked out. Instead, you missed the Bucky that would buy you a coffee every morning, the one that would make you laugh until your stomach hurt, the one that would invite you over to have a movie night and buy your favorite snacks.

You missed Bucky, who used to be your friend.

Natasha, the ever-observant of your group of friends, had warned you before it started. She had seen the way you eyed each other at a party one drunken night, both your eyes burning with desire as a product of the growing sexual tension you have had ever since you met for the first time.

As it turned out, Natasha was not only beautiful but also intuitive.

“Nat, please—” you drunkenly argued. Your red cup filled with liquor spilled as you tried to walk away from the redhead, but her hand stopped you.

“Listen to me. I know you want to fuck him, but you have to promise me you won’t do it.” The seriousness behind her voice didn’t register in your intoxicated brain, though, and you kept rolling your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You half slurred, half laughed.

“I see the way you look at him; I also see the way he looks at you. Maybe one day you guys could be a good couple, great even, but right now the only thing that could come out of you two hooking up is one of you getting hurt, if not both.” Her hands grabbed your face, and green eyes met yours. “You will break each other's hearts. You already love each other; we can all see it, but neither of you is ready to be in a relationship or to compromise yet. So please, for the love of God, do not sleep with him.”

Natasha’s words were wise, and with time, they turned out to be true. The next morning you had woken up in bed alone; the only memory of him was the smell of cheap beer, sweat, and the cologne he always wore.

That was the first time Bucky had broken your heart.

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