#countryside love

[froottalks]

Countryside Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: where reader has just finally got her divorce from her loveless marriage and decides to take a break from the big city. reader decides to head to the countryside to live with her loving and energetic grandmother who lives alone after the death of the husband. reader decides that she won't be in a relationship for a while now on her way to her grandma's house, only it doesn't help that her neighbor natasha is a very hot woman.]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

The city had always been a place of hustle and bustle, a constant stream of noise and chaos that seemed to swallow up any sense of peace or calm. For (Y/n), the city had also been the backdrop to a loveless marriage that had finally ended in a bitter divorce. With the papers signed and the legalities settled, (Y/n) decided it was time for a change of scenery.

Tired of the city's demands and the memories it held, (Y/n) packed her bags and left behind the urban jungle. Her destination? The tranquil countryside where her beloved grandmother lived. It had been years since (Y/n) had visited her grandmother's small farmhouse, nestled in the heart of nature's embrace.

As (Y/n)'s car rolled down the winding country roads, a sense of relief washed over her. The city's noise was replaced by the soothing sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds. (Y/n) could practically feel the weight of her failed marriage lifting with each mile she left behind.

Finally arriving at her grandmother's quaint home, (Y/n) was greeted with open arms and a warm smile. Her grandmother, Elise, a lively and energetic woman despite her age, enveloped (Y/n) in a tight embrace. The bond between them was unbreakable, a connection that transcended years and distance.

"Oh! My sweetie! Welcome home, dear," Elise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of love and excitement.

"Thanks, Grandma. It's good to be here," (Y/n) replied, hugging her grandma tight. God she loved this sweet energy ball of a woman.

Over the next few days, (Y/n) settled into the slower pace of life in the countryside. She helped Elise tend to the garden, cook hearty meals, and relish in the simple joys that the city had stolen from her. The stress of the past seemed to melt away with each sunrise and sunset.

One sunny morning, as (Y/n) sipped on a cup of coffee on the front porch, she caught sight of her next-door neighbor. Natasha Romanoff was a force of nature herself, with muscular arms, that strained against her rolled up flannel sleeves and a well-toned body that showcased her strength. Natasha worked tirelessly alongside her parents, Alexei and Melina, and her sister, Yelena, at their family-owned farm.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat as Natasha waved with a bright smile, making her way over. "Hey! Mornin'! I'm Natasha. You must be the new neighbor."

(Y/n) returned the smile, finding herself captivated by the woman before her. "Hi, I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you, Natasha."

Natasha's eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned against the porch railing. "I have to say, (Y/n), you look like a breath of fresh air around here."

(Y/n) chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well, I'm trying to embrace the fresh start."

Over the following weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's paths crossed frequently. Natasha's flirtatious banter and playful comments made it hard for (Y/n) to stick to her decision of avoiding romantic entanglements. Despite her initial resolution, (Y/n) found herself looking forward to these encounters.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves sharing a quiet moment by the fence that separated their properties.

"You know," Natasha began, her voice softer than usual, "this place has a way of healing. It's like time slows down, and you can finally breathe."

"Yeah..." (Y/n)'s gaze met Natasha's, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. "...I've been feeling that too. It's as if the weight of the past is lifting."

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s hand, a gentle touch that sent a current of electricity through (Y/n)'s veins. "You're not alone in this, (Y/n)."

As the weeks turned into months, (Y/n)'s bond with Natasha deepened. They spent evenings watching the stars, trading stories of their pasts and dreams for the future. Despite the attraction simmering beneath the surface, their connection was built on more than just physical chemistry.

One day, as they stood in the middle of a blooming field, Natasha turned to Y/N with a serious expression. "(Y/n), I have to admit something."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, anticipation hanging in the air. "What is it, Natasha?"

Natasha's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I'm not great at expressing my feelings, but being around you has changed something in me. I can't help but feel drawn to you."

(Y/n)'s breath caught as Natasha's admission hung in the air. The vulnerability in Natasha's eyes mirrored (Y/n)'s own feelings, and in that moment, the walls (Y/n) had built around her heart began to crumble.

"I feel the same way, Natasha," (Y/n) confessed, her voice filled with a newfound sense of clarity.

A slow smile curved on Natasha's lips, her fingers gently intertwining with (Y/n)'s. "I was hoping you'd say that."

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's relationship blossomed into something beautiful. Their connection, built on shared experiences and genuine affection, proved to be stronger than the city's chaos or (Y/n)'s past.

{Part 2}

[fregolicotard]

16.06.2024

“It is beautiful, natural, this movement I’ve stumbled upon. I feel part of nature and part of my past, full and empty, unable to falter or make a mistake because even when I misplace my blade—which I do—or my foot, or my weight, or my intentions, I can flow it into a new movement as if it was the original design. My mistakes become new opportunities, each flowing together like a drunken dance with Eo on the dirt-packed Laureltide floor. It is that same joy as in a dance. That same reckless fun. No longer concerned with overanalyzing my opponent or my own movement, my mind is free to wander and stumble upon a realization. All my life I’ve had the Helldiver’s mentality: smashing through obstacles fast enough will gain the laurel for my clan. But now, after breaking a million drills and myself, I can see the flaws in that mentality. I’m done forcing my way through rock like a hungry claw until I break. Now I know to shift around obstacles, flow through gaps, like those same deepmine winds that the path referenced, the same winds that filled the old tunnels around Lykos. I feel transported to a memory from my past. As children in the mine we played a game called Tempt the Dark. We’d gather and shout down into the abyss of an old tunnel to wake what slumbered therein. Then we’d turn our backs to see who could stand there the longest. Who could conquer the fear growing in their own chests. Eo won that game, every time. Some called her daft or dumb in the head. Others snickered and said she was mad standing there with her weird little smile. I thought her brave and beautiful, darkness all about her, red hair whipping my heart into tangles. It’s taken me all this time to understand that smile. She was not afraid because she was not thinking of the dark. She was enjoying her moment alone with the deepmine wind. That wind becomes sacred to me with that realization. It finds its way through the smallest cracks and the biggest gaps. Darkness cannot stop it nor alter its journey. It cannot be chained nor held in the palm. It is movement unending. It is the sound of my childhood and Mars’s song to my people. It is my path to the Vale, back to Eo one day, back to Da, and Fitchner, Dancer, and Ragnar, Theodora, and Orion, Alexandar, Ulysses, and Uncle Narrol too. When I die, whenever that day comes, I will hear the wind that howls like a wolf and know I am home.” Light Bringer - Pierce Brown

#168of366

[happyheidi]

[ruby-pink]

ever as a waking dream//hazy rays & mossen greens

[wanderlandjournal]

summer mornings

[academic-vampire]

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 ☕️

[coldlaugh]

[autumncottageattic]

jukkarisikko

[epiph-annie]

It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that's what's right for me.

[clarkgriffon]

Willow Rosenberg + Outfits (Season 7)

[hellspawnmotel]

even after settling down, theyre pretty cautious.....

.......it doesnt last long

[froottalks]

Forever Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: Love between natasha and reader grows to have something deeper for the both of them.]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

The days turned into weeks, and the bond between (Y/n) and Natasha deepened. They spent their time working together on the farm, sharing laughter, and stealing stolen moments by the river. Natasha's touch was electric, her presence a constant comfort for (Y/n). The way they looked at each other spoke volumes, a silent promise of something beautiful.

One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves in a familiar spot by the river. The air was thick with anticipation, the words unspoken but understood.

Natasha's fingers interlocked with(Y/n)'s, her touch sending a wave of warmth through Y/N's veins. "(Y/n)," Natasha began softly, her gaze fixed on (Y/n)'s eyes, "I don't want this to end."

(Y/n)'s heart fluttered, her own emotions mirroring Natasha's. "I don't either," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha stepped closer, their bodies inches apart, the air charged with the electricity of their connection. "I've never felt like this before," Natasha confessed, vulnerability in her eyes. "You've changed everything for me."

(Y/n)'s heart swelled with emotion, the intensity of their feelings almost overwhelming. "Nat," she breathed, her fingers brushing against Natasha's cheek, "you've changed my world too."

Their lips met in a kiss that held all the emotions they couldn't put into words. It was a kiss filled with longing, with the promise of forever. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held onto each other, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, their breaths intermingling in the warm breeze. Natasha's eyes held a mixture of love and determination. "(Y/n), I want to be with you. No matter where life takes us."

(Y/n)'s gaze was filled with the same intensity. "I want that too. I love you Nat."

"I love you too (Y/n)." Natasha returned with a smile, pulling (Y/n) in for another kiss.

The decision was made, their hearts aligned. The love they had found in the heart of the countryside was real, deep, and unwavering. With the sun setting behind them, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, they knew that their journey was just beginning.

As they walked back to the farm, hand in hand, the future seemed brighter than ever before. Their love story, born amidst the fields and rivers, was a testament to the power of connection, of finding love when you least expect it.

And as they settled into their new chapter, with Natasha's arms wrapped around (Y/n) and the promise of a shared future ahead, (Y/n) knew that what she had with her Natasha was for now and forever.

THE END

[cloudellesims]

some old and some new faces!

[happyheidi]

𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 <3

x - x / x - x / x - x 🍃

[simsdoll]

decided to roll with it

[brutalcomplex]