#Scarlettbitchx

[ginnsbaker]

Hear me out… a Yelena Spin off from ILGOS, so like her perspective on before/during/after the Wanda drama and what she did after she left and moved to Chicago 🫢 maybe like a ‘what if’ spin on it if the Wanda kiss didn’t happen. I’m soooo obsessed with your writing✨💘

I have a pre-IFISS/ILGOSS Yelena x Reader waiting to come out next week(or as soon as I post the epilogue for ILGOSS) :)

A what-if.. like.. in a different universe where Yelena was endgame instead? Maaaaaybeee cause that's gonna take another 50-100k words lol

Thank you so much for your ideas darling :) a oneshot in Chicago is more plausible than the what-if, but we'll never know :) I do like writing Yelena

[yelenasdiary]

I hope you’re okay! I saw some of your other asks!! Super weird that in 2023 people still anonymously post things like that😳 also sorry for assuming you were a swiftie🫢🤪

Haha, it’s okay to assume I was a swifitie. There is so many swifties that I feel like it’s almost rare to find somebody who isn’t haha

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Hii!! I’m not sure if anyone else has said this or if you’ve seen it but I watched the please please please by Sabrina Carpenter music video and it 10000% gave me like silver springs vibes of Wanda and Y/n I. The early days <33

I love all of your fics!🫶🏼

IKR?! I love it so much. Makes me think I should have gotten Wanda in trouble more 🤭.

Thank you! ❤️

[justalost4girl]

Two

One Word Count: 2752 taglist: @langedelalune @esposadejoyhuerta @scarlettbitchx

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Luke's POV

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One year earlier

Our sources alert that a certain spider has cast its webs. We count on your presence at our annual arachnid meeting, which will exceptionally take place today at 2 PM for exclusive details about this new species that attacks under the light. More information about the location is attached in the email. We await you there.”

Luke took his eyes off the screen and looked around the room. A spacious, elegantly decorated office, with a panoramic view of the sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. An Italian leather sofa set rested in the center of the room, surrounded by handcrafted chairs with intricate details he imagined had been designed by hand. His own desk was cluttered with luxurious items of uncertain origin, extravagant gifts from the Hydra Corp’s head of data. Damn Hydra, with its dark history of human experiments, deep-rooted prejudices, and flawless marketing that made them appear as the good guys.

He reread the email, feeling a chill down his spine. The code might pass unnoticed by inexperienced eyes, but he knew what it meant. "Spider" referred to the legendary SHIELD spy who worked tirelessly to dismantle Hydra. Luke was in her crosshairs for his association with the organization.

The idea of Hydra being dismantled wasn’t entirely unpleasant to him. Deep down, Luke bitterly regretted every contract he had ever signed with them. But he would do anything not to return to the life of poverty he had before. He typed a response confirming his presence at the meeting when two knocks on the door caught his attention. He ran his hands over his face, trying to hide his worries.

A young woman appeared at the door, shy.

Always shy.

"Come in, Newton. What do you need?" He asked, picking up the stress ball his analyst threw at him.

"Stop with all this formality, I just came to ask for your feedback on my code. I want to leave on time today to have our coffee." You said, smiling excitedly. Newton's presence always brought a sense of normalcy to your chaotic life, and he wouldn't trade those coffee afternoons with you for almost anything in the world, but he needed to. Now he was about to be dragged even further into the web of intrigue involving Hydra and SHIELD and he would never forgive himself if he put you, who reminded him of himself, at risk.

Luke almost felt guilty seeing your face light up with expectation. "No coffee today, I'm afraid. There's a last-minute meeting." He said, watching your expression fall.

You sighed and nodded resignedly. "Alright, but tomorrow it's on you." And he tossed the stress ball back to you.

"See you tomorrow, Newton." You smiled sadly and left the room towards the café. He sighed and grabbed his keys, making his way to the address from the email that was about to change his life.

Luke arrived at the building early, his heart beating faster than usual. The building was extravagant and discreet at the same time, as if every detail of the décor had been meticulously planned not to reveal the kind of people who frequented the place. He walked through the luxurious lobby, his eyes capturing the Persian rugs, the impressionist paintings on the walls, and the strategically positioned designer furniture to impress without being ostentatious.

Entering the conference room, Luke sat down and was handed a tablet with several photographs. One in particular caught his attention: a red-haired woman with a piercing gaze. Before he could ask who she was, a severe-looking man sat down in front of him and began to speak.

"Her name is Natasha Romanoff," the man said, pointing to the photo. "She's known as the Black Widow. We have information that she's been frequenting the café where you usually go, observing our movements for weeks."

Luke felt a chill run down his spine. Natasha Romanoff was the name behind the codename that terrified any Hydra collaborator, and now she was closer than he had imagined.

"Our advice is that you avoid that café from now on. She's extremely dangerous, and we're certain she's plotting something big," the counter-spy continued. "We also want to discuss another matter. We have an ongoing plan, and we'll need your cooperation when the time comes. You'll be rewarded."

Luke nodded, absorbing the information. The idea of being targeted by one of the world's most notorious spies unsettled him, but he knew he had no choice but to cooperate. He took notes on Hydra's new project and once again felt the weight of his choices that day, but Luke could handle it, he always does.

Or so he thought.

The next day, while talking to you, Luke returned to his office with his hands on his chest, unable to breathe. "Nat…" He muttered to himself. The association was immediate and disturbing. Natasha Romanoff, the spy he had been warned about just the day before… Every detail matched the enthusiastic description of yours "soul mate". The red hair, the penetrating green eyes, the captivating presence.

He bit his tongue so hard not to scream that he tasted metal, yet he didn't care. What was supposed to be just a data sale had put you in danger, and you had no idea.

With his mind racing, he knew he needed to act quickly. Luke picked up the phone and dialed a number he hoped he'd never have to use. "We need to meet. It's urgent," he said, his voice tense. "The spider has spun its web around my analyst. We need to protect her."

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Six months earlier

"A bait," Alex's low voice referring to you was etched in Luke's brain. "The girl will be bait. Let Natasha think she's in control, let her go in the direction we want. If everything goes well, we can get rid of two problems at once and If she really falls in love, it will be easier."

Those words echoed in Luke's mind as he walked alongside you towards the café. He saw your happiness on display and deeply wished he could tell the truth with every step they took together. But he couldn't risk putting you in danger, not when everything was so delicately planned.

Sitting at the table with Natasha, Luke watched each interaction with a mix of admiration and apprehension. He admired how well you and Natasha got along, but knew that behind that smile, a much more dangerous game was unfolding, and deep down he hoped her feelings were genuine because Luke would always root for your happiness.

When the call interrupted their brief moment of normalcy, Luke returned to reality with a heavy heart. He needed to maintain control of the situation, protect you, and ensure the Hydra plan moved forward as planned.

Luke answered the call with a growing sense of urgency in his chest. It was Alex on the other end, his contact/mentor, and the words he heard made him tense.

"A trip," Alex began, using a calculated tone. "It's time to put the plan into action. I need you three in Seattle in a week, I've taken care of everything."

Luke felt a chill run down his spine. The trip to Seattle wasn't just a routine work task; it was a crucial part of the plan to neutralize Natasha's operations. He took a deep breath, focusing on keeping calm as he absorbed the gravity of the situation—he would be responsible for ending the girlfriend of his favorite person.

"Understood," Luke replied, his voice firm. "We'll prepare. Natasha will be with us?" He asked to confirm, praying he would say no. Neutralizing Natasha was bad enough, doing it in front of you was worse.

"Yes, and your Newton too," Alex confirmed. "She needs to be there. Make sure she's fully involved, but keep it discreet."

Luke nodded, even though Alex couldn't see him. He knew there was a lot at stake, and every step needed to be carefully planned to avoid any complications.

"Understood," Luke repeated, ending the call and returning to his seat at the table. Coming back near you and Natasha, he tried to disguise the tension as he shared the news of the trip. Natasha's reaction wasn't surprising to him; he knew she would see this as an opportunity to investigate him further.

Her suggestion of wanting to participate wasn't unexpected, but he couldn't let her suspect, so he pretended to oppose the idea. Luke left a brief pause hanging in the air, waiting for Natasha's response. He knew that if she agreed to go, it would make his task of keeping her close and under control easier. And when you asked for his permission with that loving look, he knew he had a lot to apologize to you for.

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Five months earlier…

It was the last day of the trip, and Natasha was elated. She had managed to plant listening devices in Luke's meeting room after catching him off guard. Thanks to you, she knew the client would come that afternoon to sign Luthor Corp's final security agreement. With access to the cameras and audio, she could prove it was all a front for selling data to Hydra, and she was there to serve justice. Surely, you shouldn't hate her. Fury would be pleased too, of course. It would be good for her reputation.

Obviously, the gorgeous woman sitting across from her, with Star Wars boots contrasting perfectly with a form-fitting jumpsuit, wasn't the only reason to celebrate the likely success of the plan. You noticed her scrutiny and smiled at the woman who had stolen your heart and left you marked from the previous night, requiring almost a ton of makeup on your neck.

Ten minutes late, Luke arrives dressed in a luxurious black suit and makes his way over to hug you gently, conveying a mix of excitement and unease you had never seen in him before. "Newton, you look stunning, but I'm afraid you won't be joining the meeting today. And since we have a free schedule tomorrow, you're free to enjoy the rest of the day with Nat."

You furrow your brow and look at him, surprised. "Really? Luke, this is unexpected. I've prepared for this meeting."

He smiled, a melancholic gesture that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know, but it's our last night here. I want you two to have a good time, really soak in what the city has to offer."

Natasha felt a slight discomfort, her trained agent instincts alerting her to the sudden change in plans. "Luke, are you sure? It doesn't sound good for the clients not to follow through with the…"

Luke cut her off with a serious look. "I know, Nat. But I trust you both to enjoy the city on my behalf. Trust me on this."

Natasha smiled and glanced at you, pondering for a moment. Some time alone, carefree, was a rare thing. "Alright. A night to unwind wouldn't be bad. Let's find something to do and a nice place to dinner. Thank you, Luke."

Luke nodded, hiding his concerns beneath a mask of determination. "You deserve this night. Enjoy it." He shook Natasha's hand for the first time. “Take care of her,” she nods , finding everything very suspicious.

Luke turned to you, holding your face. “You're brilliant, Newton, and the best friend I've ever had. Never forget that.”

You don't notice, but Luke holds you a little tighter.

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The city pulsed with life as Natasha took you to explore lively bars and clubs in the area. The atmosphere of the business trip now felt distant, replaced by the excitement of a promising night

. Natasha chose a bustling bar where the sound of live music filled the space. She led you to a strategic spot near the dance floor, where the vibrant rhythm seemed inviting.

"Shall we dance a bit?" Natasha suggested, with a playful smile on her lips.

Dancing wasn’t exactly your thing, but you liked pleasing Natasha. "Sure, for you, Natasha."

You join the crowd moving to the rhythm of the music. Natasha completely let loose, dancing gracefully and energetically, attracting curious looks and occasional admirers.

She becomes the center of the party within minutes.

You, being a bit more reserved, let yourself be carried away by the engaging rhythm, following Natasha's steps with concentrated effort. Natasha, noticing your hesitation, smiles and adjusts her rhythm to something more accessible.

Between songs, Natasha leads you to a quieter corner of the bar where you can talk without shouting over the loud music.

"You did really well on the dance floor," Natasha praised, a sparkle of admiration in her eyes.

You laugh, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, but I definitely need more practice, I still haven't learned…"

She cuts you off with a kiss because your Nat has this habit of interrupting you before you can say something negative about yourself.

Nat tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, studying you with curiosity. "Are you having fun?"

Nodding with a genuine smile, you kiss her and whisper, "Yes, I am. Thank you for bringing me here, Nat.”

And your lips meet as your bodies sway to the music.

You decide to end the night at a restaurant near the hotel, which Luke had recommended that morning. After dinner and two bottles of wine, you leave the restaurant together and notice the rain falling softly, painting the pavement with silvery reflections.

Natasha, noticing that you were starting to shiver slightly, took off her coat and placed it on your shoulders with a gentle smile.

"I don't want you catching a cold," the redhead said tenderly, adjusting the coat around you and placing her hands in her pockets.

A bit more relaxed after the wine, you laughed and agreed, feeling cozy under Natasha's coat. You hugged her tighter, savoring the scent of the woman you love.

As you walked back to the hotel, both of your phones vibrated simultaneously. You stopped and pulled out your phone, noticing an email from Luke. Opening it, you were confused and slightly disturbed by his words: an apology for getting you involved with Natasha because of him, and an attachment. You looked up and saw Natasha's eyes gleaming at her phone.

Something didn’t feel right, and it was as if the alcohol evaporated from your body at exactly 1:58 AM.

The rain began to fall harder, forming a translucent veil around you both. Natasha looked at you with a soft, sincere expression. She seemed incredibly happy. You didn’t understand. In an impulse, Natasha gently cupped your face in her hands and kissed you deeply and softly. The rain fell around you while the moment seemed to freeze in time.

You placed your hands on Natasha's shoulders, gently caressing for a minute as you gave in to the moment, still dazed. Natasha broke the kiss for a moment, smiling tenderly as she looked into Newton's eyes.

"I love you, Newton," Natasha whispered, letting the words float between you in the night rain. You told her you loved her too, and she hugged you, her heartbeat loud in your ears. The email could be opened later; all you wanted now was the eternal company of your Nat.

The moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted by the screeching sound of tires skidding and metal crashing violently against a nearby pole. A car, speeding, veered towards you, swerving at the last second and skidding across the wet pavement before colliding violently.

Dazed by the shock and the deafening noise, you saw the car shatter against the pole.

A familiar car.

Instinctively, you moved towards the accident site, your heart pounding wildly. Then, a scream of horror escaped your lips.

Natasha, driven by Newton's scream, ran to her, her own feelings of shock and fear mirrored on her face. She knelt beside Newton, her eyes widening at the terrible scene before them. The sight of Luke's and a Hydra spy's lifeless bodies in the twisted wreckage terrified her, and Natasha didn’t know what to do other than hold you tighter.

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Part 3 Let me know what you think :)

[olsenmyolsen]

I Can Fix Her (No Really I Can)

master list . dark master list . Sequel to imgonnagetyouback

MCU (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You and Wanda Maximoff used to be something, but now that you're with Natasha Romanoff, Wanda can't stand by and let it happen.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Confused/Sad/Hurt Natasha, Manipulation, Heartbreak

tagging: @alexawynters @viktoriaromanovaa @flositaa @diffidentphantom @scarlettbitchx

It had been a week since your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, returned from her mission.

A week since Wanda kissed you.

A week since you wanted more of Wanda.

A week since she said she was gonna get you back. One way or another.

But now here you were, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows to the courtyard in between the compound. Natasha was sat on top of a bench with her clothed legs spread and her feet firmly planted on the wooden part where most people would sit.

Natasha used to be a smoker. A habit she picked up to deal with her past lives. A habit she broke around the time you joined the team. Yet you watched as the smoke billowed out her mouth like a freight train through a small town.

Natasha shook her and looked up to the sky. Strom clouds were beginning to roll in, and you couldn't exactly see what Natasha said, but it looked like she was asking a question.

The Black Widow wasn't stupid. She's caring and loving to the right people. A true fighter. She can see the guilt and pain behind your eyes when you think she doesn't notice. She can see the turmoil in your head even if you think you were faking it.

It pains Natasha because she doesn't know what to do. Or what caused this?

If Romanoff had to guess, Wanda would be the answer.

Natasha shakes her head once more and scoffs as she takes one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out. Her mind replaying a conversation with Steve Rogers from a few months prior.

"She just got out of the relationship with Wanda. Are you sure she's someone you want to be with?" Steve was cautious with his phrasing. Natasha just took a sip of her beer as the two of them sat at a bar in the middle of the city. Josie's was the name.

A crush wasn't the exact word. But Natasha had been fascinated with you from the start. Since the day you walked through the doors of the compound. However, you were a touch closer in age to Wanda Maximoff, and Natasha still struggled with her personal mind games. But after so long, you were now single again and fresh out of the slammer of a toxic relationship everyone could see from a mile away.

"I know what I'm doing, Rogers," Natasha said as she kept her hands around the bottle—not looking at her friend.

Steve sighed. "I just don't want to see you hurt." Natasha knew Steve only wanted what was best. But to Natasha, you were it. You were supposed to be someone to change the prophecy Natasha had been handed in life.

"I know Steve. Thank you." Natasha was quiet as she looked into Steve's blue eyes. He gave her a brief smile back. "God help her." He said, Natasha knew he wasn't talking about you.

Natasha scoffed with a laugh. "Your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger. I can fix her." Steve raised an eyebrow to Natasha's words. "No, really, I can."

"And only I can," Natasha whispered to herself just as raindrops started to land on her.

You who got tired of watching your gi- your- Natasha wallow open the glass door to the courtyard as the skies opened up. "Natasha!" You yelled as you ran towards her, taking your hoodie off and holding it up above her head. Natasha turned towards you in your Toyotathon t-shirt and smiled at that and your action.

You still care about me. Natasha thought to herself before she looked towards your eyes. She always did and always will love them. "Let's get you inside!" You spoke up as thunder cracked above you. Natasha nodded as she jumped off the bench and wrapped her arms around you.

You melted slightly against her.

You love her. You do.

As the two of you entered Natasha's room, the redhead let go of you and closed the door behind you. She then turned her green eyes towards your gaze and smiled. It was a genuine smile. "Hi," Natasha said, making you smile and chuckle. "Hi," You replied as if you were a shy teenager.

But then again, the two of you kind of were. Since Natasha came back, it was as if the two of you had learned the right steps but to different dances. And now, here, in Natasha's room, a little wet in front of the rain, the two of you felt like you were finally on the same page once more.

Natasha made her way to you and backed you up until your legs hit her bed, causing you to fall down. The action making the two of you laugh.

Before you could even speak, Natasha was on top of you. Kissing you softly with her love behind every kiss. Her need to be enough an underlying hidden meanining. When Natasha lifted her face, she smiled as she could practically see the dopamine racing through your brain.

She still had an effect on you.

She always would.

To a certain extent.

"What was that for?" You felt silly asking as you raised your hand to Natasha's cheek. Your hand so callous from your pistol tracing hearts gently on her face. "Because I love you," Natasha replied as if it was casual, but this was one of the handful of times Natasha said or would ever say it to you.

Your mouth dropped ever so slightly as Natasha grabbed your hand and locked her fingers between yours, moving them from her cheek to her lips. Kissing the pads of your fingers. "I love you too." You replied after seconds had passed.

"God help her." Rang through Natasha's mind.

She ignored it and brought her body down to yours. The taste of her lips makes you blush again. You loved the flavor. Always had.

You moved your hands further down Natasha's backside as the exchange between the two of you became more heated—a mix of lust and wanting.

Your warm fingers sent Natasha ablaze when they went below her black shirt. The contact leaving Natasha gasping as she lifted herself off you. The two of your lips darker.

I can fix her.

Natasha brought her hand to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up and off her. Throwing it to a forgotten place on the floor. Her black bra distracting you. "Come on. It's your turn." Natasha teased as she gave you a quick peck before helping you out of your shirt. Your bare chest immediately on display.

Natasha loved it. Especially the group of freckles that danced across your left boob. Slowly, she brought her hands up to it. A whisper of a moan fell from your mouth before Natasha took your chin and pulled you into her again.

"Good girl." Natasha moaned out as your mouth ended up leaving marks of maroon on her chest and abs. You smiled into her skin. "Oh god, you're an angel for me." Natasha couldn't help but voice in sighs.

You moaned into her head as Natasha worked her down your body this time. "Oh, baby!"

Natasha smirked hearing you.

No, really, I can.

Yourblackpanties stayed hung around your ankle as Natasha spread you wider. The sight was always divine, but your taste was something Natasha had never wanted to take for granted. Yet she was a woman starved today. A woman who wanted you to scream her name. Natasha wanted you to cum for her. To be there for her.

Natasha loved you.

You threw your head back as Natasha ate you out and finger fucked you. Your moans and whimpers were past the point of euphoric. You were more than happy in this moment. The love you felt and gave was on another planet.

Yet, in an instant, your thoughts became muddled and confused; about someone else.

The words left your mouth and changed everything in the matter of seconds.

With a smile, Natasha kissed up your body. The taste of you still on her fingers and tongue, you moaned: "Oh, Wanda."

Natasha froze and looked into your eyes to see them... unchanged. You hadn't realized your words... maybe that's what made Natasha's heart hurt more even after you broke it.

It's that you didn't even notice...

Woah, maybe I can't.

Maybe I can't fix her.

Down the hall in her room, Wanda Maximoff opened her red eyes as they faded back to green and smirked.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[smusherina]

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[ginnsbaker]

Bestie!!! I have been dying to ask you your thoughts on TTPD!!! Then I come on here and saw your Wanda x down bad post!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

hello sweetie, here's my honest take:

Tho i did enjoy the ff:

Fortnight, down bad, but daddy i love him, so long london, who's afraid of little old me, fresh out the slammer

[ginnsbaker]

I’ll double check thank youuuu!! I hope 24 isn’t too young😭🤣🤷🏼‍♀️🤭

it's probably your settings then! (24 is terrific! Good to know! I just found out that another follower of mine is not of legal age and that's not cool 😔)

[ginnsbaker]

Hey!! I can’t see your masterlist anymore and idk if I’m being dumb or not😭

it's still there and pinned, probably you have mature themes filter turned on in your tumblr, or you're too young? 🙈

[yelenasdiary]

Hey! I just saw your anon asks!! Honestly people need to mind their own business. What they’re asking is personal and has absolutely nothing to do with them!

Exactly! I just want others who are like me to know that they’re not alone & it’s literally okay 🥰

[yelenasdiary]

I pray that Yelena’s neck tattoo is something super soft, like the ‘lover’ album font in fineline. She got it because she wanted to be tough but it’s actually really sweet

Idk what the lover album is 😅

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Please Please Please

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.1k

Summary: Someone is in trouble

A/N: 💋

Warnings: angst, fluff, exactly what you expect

You sigh as you lean back against the hood of the car that’s still uncomfortably warm from the ride over. You glare up at the stars as you shift to get more comfortable in your impractical outfit. Well it was perfectly practical for what you had planned for tonight, but that wasn’t meant to be apparently. 

You pull your leather jacket tighter around you and fight the urge to shiver from the cool air. You had only wanted to get drinks with some friends tonight since it was Friday.

You knew that Wanda was busy with work, but you were used to this and you’d just told her to be safe as usual when you saw her off this morning. Wanda had promised you to be careful and return to you unscathed despite what she had to face today. Recently, you have become relatively unaffected by thoughts of Wanda’s work when she said the right things. There were certain words that were red flags to you that could spike your blood pressure instantly, and she'd learned to avoid those quickly.

None of these were used this morning though when you said goodbye to your wife. When you’d asked what was on her agenda for the day, she’d told you no more than ‘nothing too interesting’. The use of the word ‘too’ should have made you suspicious, but then again hindsight is 20/20 after all. 

Not to mention, the fact that you are waiting outside of police headquarters is a pretty good indicator of how your wife’s day had gone. 

You weren’t given details when Steve had called to tell you that Wanda was arrested. You hadn’t wanted them, but after you heard that she was booked and they were buying their time to see if they could hold her, you’d cracked and asked Bucky to explain it. 

Now here you were fuming at the fact that your wife was arrested for getting into a fist fight like some common criminal. You were told that a deal had gone poorly, and that Wanda had gotten a little roughed up which only made your irritation at her apparent recklessness increase ten-fold. 

You only have to stew for a few more minutes before the sound of doors being pushed open catches your attention. You look up from your inconspicuous spot in the parking lot to see your wife, Bucky, and Steve walking out of the building with a disgruntled Wanda leading the way. You roll your eyes and clench your teeth as you watch your wife look around for you only to have Steve point in your direction. 

You keep your expression as neutral as possible, but it’s a little difficult given your annoyance, as Wanda hurries down the stairs and across the lot with a smile. 

“Hi detka.” 

Usually a greeting like this would make you smile, or even melt depending on how sweet Wanda’s accompanying smile is. However, you’re upset with her for a couple of reasons, the first of which that she didn’t give you any indication that she would be in danger today. You study her as she stops in front of you and even under the dim lights you see that she has a bruised jaw and a small cut underneath her eye. You are irrationally annoyed that despite being locked up all afternoon, and punched in the face, she still manages to look beautiful. 

You shake your head at her before uncrossing your legs with a sigh. You wave her closer so you can get a better look at her, and Wanda doesn’t waste any time leaning in with a wider smile that shows off her perfect teeth. You reach up and grab her chin before her lips can meet yours and you hold her still as you glance at her bruised skin. You shoot her a disapproving look that makes her eyes drop from your lips to the hood of the car. You ignore your friends as they head to their car, saying something indiscernible to Wanda on their way.

“You’re trouble Mrs. Maximoff.” 

Wanda prepares to make an excuse, but you cut her off as your fingers press uncomfortably against her jaw. You only feel bad instantly when she winces, and you sigh in defeat before leaning in to kiss the discolored skin gently. You notice the smile creeping back on her face, but it doesn’t stay there long when you slide off the car as gracefully as possible in your dress. Your heels smack against the pavement, and for once you’re a little taller than Wanda so you can look down at her as you flip your hair over your shoulder.

“I hope you like the couch, Wanda.” 

You walk toward the driver’s side of the car and almost beat Wanda to it. You watch wordlessly as she reaches out to open the door for you, and you meet her disappointed look with one of your own. You think that maybe you’ll feel more merciful in the morning, but for now you’re upset that your wife failed to keep herself safe. You reach out for her again, stopping just short of her bloodied eye before you roll your eyes again. 

“You’re going to be sleeping there until this heals.” 

You duck into the car before you can see Wanda’s pleading look, but you know it’s there and if you look now you’ll crack before morning. You wait until she shuts your door and moves to the other side of the car which you’ve started before she’s even gets in. You take a deep breath before you get buckled and wait for Wanda to get settled. You reach out to shift gears, but you pause when Wanda’s hand covers yours. You turn to see her, expectedly, looking contrite, and you’re not at all surprised by what she says. 

“I’m sorry, detka. Things just got out of hand.” 

You don’t doubt this and you just nod silently before turning your hand over and squeezing hers. Your lips quirk before you can stop them and you bring your joined hands to your mouth as you turn to meet your wife’s gaze. You turn away quickly so her pouty expression doesn’t weaken your resolve. You release her hand and shift into drive before turning to follow your friends home. You reach out blindly and pat your wife’s thigh with a smirk that she definitely sees this time.

“I know, babe, but you’re still couched.” 

You hear a quiet thud as Wanda’s head falls back against her headrest with a sigh of defeat or exasperation. You’re not sure which, but either way, you hope your wife learns from this. When you ask her to do something for you, you expect her to do her damned best to make it happen. Still your displeasure with your wife won’t stop you from tending to her wounds and kissing them better later. 

On the couch, of course. 

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Intervention

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Summary: Wanda requires an intervention

A/N: Stumbled upon May's medical prompt and decided WTH 😈 (Yes I realize May is over)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, the works (mention of illness and hospitals)

“Wanda? Can you hear me?” 

Wanda forces herself to focus on that familiar voice again despite how her head is throbbing in an excruciating rhythm. She doesn’t open her eyes because she can’t bear the thought of seeing anything but the back of her eyelids at the moment. Her vision is filled with black, but she cringes anyway as she tries again to identify whoever is talking to her. 

It takes almost another minute for Wanda to register the sound of faint beeping that vaguely matches the rhythm of her pulse. She realizes she’s in medical by the time she feels someone’s hand slip into hers. 

“Wanda, if you can hear me squeeze my hand.” 

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately because she’s afraid it will trigger the nausea she’d just pushed down. It takes too much brain power to realize this isn’t likely, but when she finally recognizes your voice, she decides it doesn’t matter. She can tell you sound worried and she can’t remember exactly what happened, but she doesn’t like this at all. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and you hastily wipe tears away when Wanda tightens her hand around yours. You can’t help but smile widely at the first sign of consciousness that your wife’s shown since you saw her this afternoon. 

Today had been hell, and it all started when you got back home from work. You’d been sent home because work had been so slow. There was no point of having three doctors at work when none of them had more than one appointment all afternoon. For this reason, you’d volunteered to hang out, but your boss decided to stay for the remainder of the day. You didn’t have to be told twice, and you’d hurried home to see if your wife was free. 

You’d thought about texting her, but you wanted to surprise her if she happened to be free. You hadn’t been expecting the surprise that awaited you when you walked into your rooms at the compound. You’d dropped your things by the door and run to where Wanda had passed out in the kitchen. You’d called Pietro who’d called Steve, and only a few minutes later all four of you were down in medical.

You still weren’t sure what had happened, but you’d been able to take comfort in the fact that Wanda was at least stable. Even if she hadn’t woken up, Christine had told you that other than being dehydrated and having severely high blood pressure, none of Wanda’s tests indicated anything seriously wrong.

Still this was only mildly comforting when hours passed and your wife didn’t wake up. 

Now you’re sitting in a chair beside her bed that you hadn’t left for the past 2 hours. You went back and forth between watching her monitors and IV line that administered some pain medication. At least you think so, you can’t remember what Christine said. Finally, you’d reached out for her hand and held it until Pietro and Steve came back to check on you and Wanda around dinner time. Your appetite had been non-existent, but you couldn’t help but want to taste whatever it was that the duo had brought. It smelled delicious. You also talked yourself into it because you were convinced that Wanda would be upset if she woke up to find out that you hadn’t eaten dinner. 

The situation had to be dire for you to skip a meal voluntarily. 

When Wanda squeezed your hand, your gasp alerted Pietro that something had changed. He was already on his feet and ready to call for help, but then he saw you smiling and fighting back tears. 

It only took a few more seconds for him to see that his sister was stirring with a grimace. 

“Wh-what happened?” 

You wanted to know this too, but you figured that Wanda may remember if you filled her in on the details that you knew. 

So you told Wanda how you came home and found her and you watch as she cringes at the news. There’s something else that passes over her features that makes you pause briefly and cuts through your concern. You don’t have time to voice your next thought before Pietro is speaking up. 

“Do you remember what happened, sestra? Have you been feeling sick?” 

Wanda’s silence is enough for you to realize that your suspicions were correct. You force yourself not to pull away as you look to your wife with an expectant look. 

“Have you?” 

Wanda shifts nervously before she responds barely loud enough for you to hear her. 

“A little.” 

You don’t respond immediately and instead look to her monitors more closely. Her heart rate is normal but you notice that her last blood pressure reading was high. You frown before reaching out for the monitor and turning a knob before pressing it a couple of times. 

“What are you doing?” 

Pietro frowns as he watches you mess with the monitors, but you turn to your wife to respond instead of the older Maximoff. 

“I wanted to see what your next blood pressure reading is. Try to relax if you can.” 

Wanda nearly laughs at the idea of being calm enough to manage this, but she’ll try because you asked her to. 

Almost a minute passes by before Wanda and Pietro hear you mutter a ‘hmm’ under your breath. Wanda knows what’s coming before you even turn to her with a slight frown, and she sinks back into her pillow as much as possible. 

“It’s still high. I think you’re just stressed and sleep deprived, love. Well not ‘just’ but you know what I mean. These can be fixed.” 

You offer Wanda a small smile before you sit back down beside her with a sigh. You glance to Pietro who seems to understand what you’re saying and he makes an executive decision that you love, but Wanda is definitely less thrilled with. 

“Ah okay, sestra. Until Christine says otherwise, you’ll be taking time off for at least the rest of the week.” 

You watch as Wanda’s eyes widen and she tries to sit up, but you’d already reached out for her by the time Pietro mentioned their mutual friend. You keep her from shooting upright and aggravating her headache and she turns to you immediately to see if you agree with what her brother’s saying. Not that she’s surprised at all to see you shooting Pietro a satisfied look. She nearly groans when she realizes that you’re not going to side with her on this.

“But…I have meetings and I need to finish figuring out—”

Pietro shakes his head and waves her off before switching places with you with a sigh. He has always known how hard his sister works and how she puts work above her own health too often. He knows that you try to keep her from doing this, but his sister is independent and sometimes a little reckless. Short of banishing her to the couch or giving her the cold shoulder, there’s not much that can deter Wanda from overworking herself. Pietro wonders how long he’ll be able to keep his sister from working. All he knows is he’s going to need a lot of assistance from you.

“I’ll make sure it’s handled, Wanda. You need to rest, and I’m sure I can arrange to have you chained to this bed if you don’t cooperate.” 

Wanda’s eyes somehow widen further and you laugh loudly at the look on her face. You hope it won’t come to this, but you’re in complete agreement with Pietro. For once. Luckily something you both can agree on is to have Wanda’s wellbeing in mind. Even if she doesn’t. 

“You heard him, Wands. Now you better behave.”

Wanda realizes that arguing is useless and she just flops back against her pillow with a sour look. Luckily it’s already Wednesday so the rest of the week is only a few days. Unless of course you count the weekend. 

“Okay you two. You win.” 

Wanda can’t help but scowl as she watches you and Pietro smile widely. She crosses her arms and begins to plot her early escape.

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Sports nat x sports reader request

Nat and reader are on opposite rival teams and are secretly dating. They don't want the others to know, so they act like rivals. Reader gets hurt during a game, nat rushes over to check on her. worried how bad it is, She picks up reader and carries her to the team medic to be looked at.

Drabble || Competitive

Pairings: Soccer Player! Natasha Romanoff x GN! Soccer Player! Reader

Summary: One would say you're a little competitive when it comes to your soccer, maybe a little too competitive which can lead to injuries.

Tiny Angst, Fluff

Warnings: This is not proof read or corrected! Medical talk | 0.5K

AC: Thank you for sending this! Please note that I have absolutely no knowledge on the sport of soccer, I am a basketball girly and I don't watch/follow soccer so bear with me! I hope you enjoy! x

All eyes were on your team, you were running slightly ahead while still keeping your eyes on the ball that one of your teammates kicked along the grass before giving it a perfect tap, passing it to you. Now, all eyes were on you.

Natasha ran ahead of you, in hopes to stop you from scoring. You knew her little plan which only made you more determined to trick her. In a quick motion, you kicked the white and black ball to your right, your teammate taking control of the ball while you ran a little further.

Your rival team quickly spread themselves out in front of the goals, to prevent the ball from getting any closer. Thinking you had a clear shot, the ball was kicked over to you once more. You tried to gain control of the ball as quickly as you could. Your eyes looking down, you saw another foot touch the ball, tripping you in the process.

You fell down hard, as did the rival team member. Pain striking your left ankle as you brought your knee to your chest, clenching your eyes shut.

"Stop!" you heard Natasha call out, but the game went on. Natasha rushed over to you, her team mate standing back on her feet. "They were in the way" they spat, but Natasha didn't care for any bickering when she lent down next to you.

"Detka, are you okay?" she asked.

"Detka?" the redhead's team mate questioned, "since when do you call the rival baby?" they added with a chuckle. Natasha rolled their eyes while she gently lifted your head. The game coming to a pause as everybody stood around watching the scene unfold.

"I think it's broken" you finally managed to speak, the pain getting worse.

"Oh please, I didn't even touch you" the rival replied.

"Shut up, Ruby!" Natasha scolded, "I'm going to take you to medical" she added, looking back at you, "can you wrap your arms around me?" she asked. You nodded, trying your best to ignore the pain as you did as your girlfriend asked.

She picked you up bridal style and rushed you off the field leaving everybody in slight shock as they watched. You were met with medical as they were coming out with a stretcher, Natasha gently laid you down on the stretcher, and explained that you think your ankle might be broken.

"Thank you, we'll take it from here. You can go back to the game now" a nurse replied.

"No way, I'm staying!" Natasha said, sternly.

"Babe, don't throw the game because of me" you gently reached for her hand, "I'll be fine" you added.

Natasha chuckled lightly, "to hell with the game. Besides, you would've had that goal if it wasn't for Ruby"

"We need to put ice on this, are you coming with us or not?" the nurse asked in a slightly irritated tone.

"Natty, come see me after you lose" you give her a playful wink but she was too stubborn and you knew she wasn't going to leave your side.

"Ice, let's go" she said, taking your hand in hers.

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I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A SCENE IN A ONE SHOT

SO

reader and yelena are in bed sleeping, but a little light starts to come through the window and reader starts to wake up, even though it's a little early.

reader then sits on the edge of the bed as if she had to get up (obviously only in her underwear lol) she stretches, and when she has her arms raised she feels hands wrapping around her hips and soft lips leaving kisses all over her back. then reader feels Yelena's body lean against her and she brings her whole head back, placing it on Yelena's shoulder.

IDK PLEASE CAN YOU DO SOMETHING WITH THIS???

Drabble || 5 More Minutes

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Yelena convinces you to stay another few minutes in bed

Fluff

Warnings: None besides this isn’t proofread or corrected! | 0.3K

Translations: Detka (baby),

AC: This is so soft and sweet! I thought this would be better as a little Drabble, I hope you enjoy! X

The room was filled with the soft and gentle snores of you and Yelena sleeping. The morning sun peeped through the small break in the curtains, shining directly onto causing you to slightly stir away from its warm but instead your eyes flickered open, greet the sun with a soft smile.

Sun beams gently kissing the bare skin of your girlfriend’s cheek didn’t seem to disturb her sleep. She was peaceful, her breathing steady as you took a few short moments to admire her natural beauty.

Slowly, you began to sit up, looking at the time on the analog clock on the bedside table. If the sun hadn’t woken you, your alarm surely would’ve. 6:23am, your alarm set for 6:30am. You let out a small yawn before stretching your arms up, letting the sun kiss your naked skin.

A smile tugged at your lips when you felt the warmth of Yelena’s arms wrapping around your hips, followed by the feeling of her plump lips leaving soft kisses on your back. “You still have five minutes” her raspy voice breaks the silence as you lean into her hold, resting your red on her shoulder.

“Stay” she adds softly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I don’t want to be late for work baby” you replied in an almost whisper, she’s barely awake, just enough to enjoy this moment with you. “Work can wait, just gimme five more minutes” she says gently laying back down, bring you with her and wrapping in her arms even more.

“I guess five more minutes like this can’t hurt” you smile, interlocking your fingers with hers. She places a few more kisses on your shoulder before she drifts back to sleep, you bring her hand to your lips and kisses her skin softly before reaching for your alarm, turning it off before it even has a chance to break the peaceful silence.

Yelena nuzzles herself more into you, the sun only getting brighter as the morning continues to wake the city of New York. You watched birds flying by through the small crack in the curtains, the world is alive again and those five more minutes soon turned to ten.

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what if i have a drabble idea?

yelena x reader

TW self harm trigger warning tho

after the date things get a little heated and it all brings the two into the bedroom. the only thing is that r forgets about the scars on her thighs, and when yelena takes off her pants, silence falls. r starts mumbling, worried about Yelena's reaction, but Yelena starts saying very nice things that warm R's heart and make her feel loved!!!

yeah well, I hope you can do something about it lol

love u, byee

Drabble || My Beautiful Love

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Yelena assures you that she loves you no matter what.

Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Themes

Warnings: Light Smut, 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI! Mentions of Self-Harm & Scars, Mentions of Depression & Dark Thoughts. This is not proof read or corrected! | 0.4K

Translations: detka (baby), голубь (dove), moya krasivaya lyubov' (my beautiful love), milyy (darling),

AC: Thank you for sending this, I hope this brings comfort to anybody who needs it. Remember that you are never alone and if you ever need somebody to talk too, my DMs/Asks are always open x

From the front door to the bedroom, the steamy make-out session didn't break. Yelena carried you to the bedroom, your legs wrapped round her waist and your hands tangled in her locks of blonde hair. Gently, she laid you down on to the bed, her lips making their way to your neck making you moan softly at her touch.

Her lips kept you distracted while her hands worked your clothing, you managed to pull her t-shirt off and throw it to the floor before she sat back and slowly pulled your pants off, adding them to the small pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

"Detka" Yelena said ever so softly. Your eyes dropped to your thighs and quickly you pulled the throw blanket over your legs, muttering things Yelena couldn't quite make out. She notice the way you were doing your best to blink back the tears that were building up. "голубь" she spoke once more, moving closer to you, taking your hands into hers, "please don't hide from me" she added.

Silence filled the room before you looked up at her. Without hesitation she kissed you deeply, "moya krasivaya lyubov' , I'm not mad with you and I don't think any less of you" she said, slowly removing the blanket from your legs, "we all have scars" she added.

"B-but mine are...I did that" you replied in a stutter. Yelena gently cupped your face, "you are stronger than anybody I have ever met, ever know for that fact" her thumb gently stroking your cheek, "why didn't you talk to me?" she asked.

You shrugged, "I don't like to worry you with my issues. You have must more important things to worry about than my stupid depressed mind" you replied.

"Detka, nothing is more important to me than you being happy and healthy and that you're safe. I would take a bullet for you if it meant you were going to be okay. Worry me with your mind detka, tell me all those thoughts that keep you up and I will do whatever I can in my power to make you feel better"

Her words meant more to you than you knew it, she pulled you into her arms, hugging you tightly while she whispered sweet nothings to you. She truely was the best, somebody who misunderstood but knew you inside and out and cared about you more than you realised.

"Lena, if it's okay with you...could we just cuddle and watch a movie tonight? I...I j-just want to fall asleep in your arms" you asked. Yelena smiled softly, "of course we can my angel, what movie would you like to watch?" she asked before getting out of bed and getting pjs for the two of you.

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