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𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

‘𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || ‘𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 ��𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐢. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ®

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞….𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🥺❤️

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:18+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4208

мое солнышко - 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

тётя - 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲

After that interesting and tense feeding, you both quietly moved to the living room, settling Nadia in her playpen before heading to the kitchen. You moved around in a routine as you made your breakfast. It was silent as you both ate, only speaking when you announced it was Nadia's nap time. Natasha had decided to give you a little space as you put the baby to sleep.

Once down, you tiptoed out of the room, awkwardly telling Natasha you decided to take a nap as well before hurrying to your room. Deciding to leave it alone, Natasha stayed in the living room watching the News in every country, retrying to catch up with the year.

Natasha felt something off. Her lips curled, thinking about the time she told you about this sixth sense she had, and you had declared you'd call it her spidey senses. She sat up quickly, hearing a knock on the door.

Quietly, the redhead takes careful steps toward the front door. Once closed, she carefully places her palms on the door, lifting herself up on her toes as she peeks her eye through the peephole. Is that? 

Backing up, the older woman quickly opens the door, catching the person off guard mid-knock. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the man asked, gawking at the woman in front of him—who raised an eyebrow at his words—before shaking his head and focusing on the reason for his visit. "Is Y/n here?"

"Why?"

"I just—please, is she here or not?" the man asked. The look on his face almost made the redhead feel bad for asking, but she'd rather be safe than sorry. I'll go get her—come in." Natasha walked off, heading to our room, not before checking on the baby. The door opened slowly as the redhead took a peep, and she shut the door once she saw the sleeping babe.

Natasha frowns, seeing a bright light shine through the bottom of the door. The door opens abruptly before Natasha can knock, starting both you and her. You put your hands on your chest as the other held a baby monitor. You let out a nervous chuckle, "Nat, you scared me."

"Sorry, um, what was?" Cutting her off quickly, you exited your room and shut the door behind you. "Who was at the door?" you asked her with a concerned look, waiting for her wife's answer.

Focusing back on why she went to you, she makes a mental note to ask you about the light later, although the way you shut your door fast tells her that she should keep it to herself: "Strange is here."

Brows scrunched in confusion as the words left Natasha's mouth, 'strange?' you questioned as a list of reasons why he'd be at your house ran through your head, "Yeah, he seemed a bit anxious," Natasha stated, not noticing the face you made - her eyes trained on the door - you walked away from her; the redhead's eyes followed you as left her alone.

Once you disappeared into the living room, Natasha could hear Strange ask, 'How is she alive?' She couldn't hear your response, though.

Huffing, she makes her way to the living room, ignoring the tension in the room as she walks in mid-conversation. A set of six eyes is trained on her as Natasha eyes one of the pair she had failed to notice with Doctor Strange. What is wrong with her? 

"Natasha, this is America Chavez."

"Hello, it's so cool to meet another Avenger." The teenage girl stood up from the couch, holding out her hand as she gave Natasha - who shook her hand - a big smile, "I've seen you in a different universe; in that one, it was the other way around. You're not dead, your-"

"America." The older man clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at the younger girl - who shoots him an apologetic smile - "Sit." He commands, and the girl does as told, shaking his head and looking between you and Natasha, "When was the last time you spoke with Wanda?"

"Not since after Westview. Why? What happened to her?" You felt your heart quicken. You hadn't seen her since that night. You'd been dying to call, but life caught up with you; you couldn't help her 24/7.

Natasha eyes her wife, who peeks a glance at her, causing you to shake the look on your face. Putting another pin in that conversation, she asks instead, "What the hell is Westview?"

"It's a long story," you and Doctor Strange say in unison; both glance at each other when the word is repeated. You told Natasha to sit down and beg and to explain where Wanda had gone after Tony's funeral. She fell into a depression after Vision died, went on to capture a town and create her own family, and was almost arrested for it.

Strange cuts in by explaining how Wanda fell into the evil side of magic. She was so open about wanting to get her kids back that the Elder God Chthon corrupted her mind.

"So let me get this straight: a God-possessed Wanda to get her kids back that she made up when she captured a whole town, and now she may or may not be crushed by a structure."

"Nat, do you have to say it like that?" Rolling your eyes at her choice of words, you cross your arms, shaking your head at the woman sitting across from you, who gives you an innocent look. "What?"

"Don't laugh with her." Turning your head towards the younger girl - who was hiding. A chuckle - coughs when caught and sits up straight, throwing another apologetic smile, "Sorry, ma'am."

Sighing, you face the Sorcerer Supreme, who is focusing back on Wanda. "So this happened what? A month ago? Why are you now telling us?"

"I couldn't locate you or Barton. It seems you've done well at your spell." The older man gives you an impressed look; there's no doubt that he didn't find you from seeing you and Clint on the News a week ago, "We didn't find a body, so we searched through it again and again, then we began searching for her, but we wanted to make sure there were any signs of her before searching for you… We're still planning on searching more since she can't possibly.." Strange searched for the words.

Natasha - who seems to have another death wish, "Disappear in sparkles?"

"Natalia." You spit, eyes narrowing so much Natasha thought a dagger would shoot out. Clearing his throat, Strange stands up, peering at the two, "We'll be on our way now; let us know immediately if you find her alive.

Gazing away from your wife, you gave the Sorcerer Supreme a sympathetic look and said, "I will, thank you."

"Of course." Is all he says, eyes fixed on the redhead and brunette - who burdens her with a million questions about Wanda. Nodding, you speak softly, "I'll walk you out..." Guiding him towards the door and walking out with him to the gate. o

Once out of earshot, you fidget with the rings on your fingers, eyes set on your wife. "Is her being alive going to cause problems?"

"Yes."

"Okay." That's all you say, breaking into a smile once the younger girl walked over to her. Goodbye, Miss America."

America smiles nervously, rocking on the heels of her foot. "Bye, ma'am." She scurries off to Strange's side, who had been in a staring competition with the redhead, "Natasha."

"Strange." Natasha raises an eyebrow, glaring at the older man, her body tense and arms crossed. Rolling your eyes, you stalk into the house. Natasha closes on your tail, shutting the door once she's in.

"I better call Clint." Is all you say before stalking off, pulling out your phone as you begin to call him, and disappearing into the kitchen; a door opening and shutting indicates to Natasha that you have walked out to the backyard. The redhead gets lost in her thoughts, processing everything that happened. Wanda may be dead; something happened to her before she tried to possess a different Wanda in a different universe so she could be with the children she supposedly has.

Natasha can feel a headache begging to take up this information. I'm sure a raccoon has sent her mail. Still, Wanda going full Exorcist wasn't exactly what she pictured happening.

"Hey."

Jumping, Natasha quickly turns, grabbing onto the hand that touched her arm, ready to flip the person; they hold out the other arm, freezing Natasha in her place, "Nat, it's me!" You watch as the redhead's eyes shift to recognition, taking you - she had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear you come in. Once you see her calm down, you unfree her, helping her balance herself, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." Green eyes shift between yours, trying to look for secrets you've seemed to be keeping from her, "Before I knocked on your door, I saw a -"

A knock on the front door echos through the room, swallowing you whole. You watch Natasha's face before carefully speaking, hoping you won't express how you felt: "Clint's here."

Clenching her jaw, she narrows her eyes at you. "I'll get it." She huffs in frustration, stalking the door as you watch her open it, showing a nervous-looking Clint and a smiling Kate. "Hey."

"Come on it." Natasha throws a tight smile at the two, who glance nervously at you, scared Natasha is going to pounce on them. Their eyes beg for you to save them, but it doesn't help, as the look on your face makes them shrink more.

Huffing, you sat on the black wingback chair, crossing your legs across the other. "Sit, we don't have all day." That's all you say that makes the two scatter in and sit on the couch. Once Natasha is seated, you begin explaining everything to Clint and Kate between Westview and the dark hold, maintaining your anger, thinking about how alone Wanda was and how Clint promised to take care of her.

Sure, he had his family back, but you only had your wife and a child on the way. You put in your fifty percent, and he chose to put 100 percent on his family.

Natasha—who had been eyeing both of you—knew something was up between you two. Even during Christmas, it was easy to pick up the slight tension between you both, faking it to act as if everything was expected, but Natasha noticed the lack of words from her wife and best friend.

Though it seemed as if you and Clint were fine after that heated argument, something still bothered you, keeping you from being able to have a normal relationship with Clint again.

"So what do we do?" Clint asked, causing your eyes to roll and sneer, "I don't know, Clint. Maybe we'll try to call her or send a letter."

"Well, if Natasha came back, I'm sure Wanda made it out fine, especially with her witchy powers," Clint responds to you calmly, ignoring your attitude. Something in you spiked at his words,

"Natasha came back on a slim chance of science."

Everyone, including you, froze at your words. It got ten times worse if it wasn't tense enough already. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate practically shrinking on the couch—however, they focus on the movement from the baby monitor, and you'd hope Natasha's spidey senses act up again.

Clearing your throat, you stand up, wiping the imaginary dirt off your pants, avoiding eye contact, "I'm going to check on the baby." You snatch the baby monitor and run out of the room; Natasha's eyes follow you as her stomach turns at your words - what's going on? 

Your heart pounded faster and faster the closer you got to the door. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you turned it slowly, pushing the door open. Your eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the window, rocking the baby in their arms. You shut the door before speaking, "I knew it was you."

"I wanted to see my favorite girl," the person said, eyes fixated on Nadia, who happily babbled away to them in baby words, speaking about her life if she could.

You oversee them not moving from the door, afraid that one sudden movement would make them disappear. Swallowing, you take a step towards them, feeling a sense of relief when the person doesn't disappear from your sight.

"Strange's looking for you."

Looking away from the little redhead, you felt your heart quicken when green eyes laid on you, their noses scrunching slightly at your words: "I know. I waited for him to find you first before visiting." Wanda grins, thinking about how well her plan has gone.

As she looks down at Nadia, you take a step forward, "Well.. visiting would be announcing the visit, not showing up unannounced and seen."

"Well," Wanda mocks, grinning at the happy baby in her arms and giving that cute little nose a boop. "You were busy with your family, so I took matters into my own hands. Besides, we both know you don't want me here."

"Wanda, of course, I want you here. I care about you, and I always have." Frowning as you recall the memory in your head, Wanda could do nothing to make you stop caring for her, even holding a town hostage, but it didn't stop you.

"If you cared, why didn't you call me after I left?" Wanda glanced at you, bouncing Nadia in her arms while keeping a smile on her face—she didn't want the baby to suspect something was wrong.

"I thought you didn't want me to call. I mean, you did leave in the middle of the night. What was I supposed to think?"Throwing your arms in the air, you shut your eyes and count to ten, trying to calm yourself.

The older redhead huffs at you, "Maybe I needed time to think alone? I don't know. Something. You promised nothing would change after that night."

"And I thought so too until I woke up with no sign from you, not even a note. Nothing." You reminded her, rolling your eyes - she was not about to blame you for not reaching out. "You could've called." Wanda bites back, making sure to keep a smile on her face for Nadia, who gets distracted by Wanda's necklaces.

"I did," you say, causing her to look up at you. Throwing her a pointed look, you continued, "But you disconnected your phone, remember? Unlike you, I have a child that needs my attention." Your words slipped out before you could register what you said.

Eyes landed on Wanda, who stood still, eyes strained on the baby in her arms - who continued playing with her necklaces, "Fuck. Wanda, I'm sorry, that just -"

"It's fine. I gotta get going." The ex-Avenger cuts her off, pressing a few kisses on Nadia's cheeks, the baby frowning as the necklaces slip out of her tiny fingers as Wanda holds her up,

“Bye bye, мое солнышко. тётя Wanda loves you." She continues to kiss the baby's soft cheeks as she walks over to the crib and places the baby inside, covering her with a small blanket and handing Nadia a stuffed yellow duck toy Wanda brought for the little one.

"Wanda, can we just talk, please?" You begged her, reaching out to her only to be rejected as the redhead moved away from your reach, giving one last smile at Nadia before walking around you. "What's there to talk about? Have a happy life with your happy family."

"Wanda - fuck." You cursed quietly - not wanting the baby to hear you - as you watched her disappear.

When checking on Nadia, you ensured the galaxy project was on for another hour and put a few toy blocks in the crib before heading out of the room—hoping no one had heard you and Wanda.

Quietly shutting the door, you turn around, nearly shitting yourself as you come face to face with your wife, "Fuck Natasha. You scared me." Your hand rested over your weird, pounding heart.

The redhead fixes a glare on you, "Was that Wanda in there?"

"Where's Clint?" Eyes widening at her words, you fix yourself looking towards the living room. "In the kitchen with Kate, now answer my question." Natasha orders, taking a step towards you.

"Yes, she's not dead, but she doesn't want anyone to know. She wanted to see Nadia." You tell her quickly, eyes watching her move as your mouth went dry - Natasha is still your wife and still attractive; it was hard not to melt, giving into her eyes,

"What did she want?" the ex-assassin asked, a slight curl showing on her lips as she watched you lick your lips while your skin flushed—she still got it.

"Nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing."

You narrow your eyes at her quick response, crossing your arms tightly. "If you already knew she was in here, why did you ask?" You shake your head at her—you were tired of her nonsense today.

Shrugging, Natasha mocks your pose, "I wanted to know if you'd tell me the truth."

"Jesus, Nat. What have I lied to you about since you've been back?" Looking away, you began shaking your head again as you clenched your jaw.

The ex-Avenger scoffs at your words, snapping, "You didn't tell me that Steve and Tony died! Or that Wanda took a whole town hostage!"

"That's not me lying to you! That's me not being able to talk to you yet because I'm still processing the fact that you're here. It's a lot to take in, and I've talked to you about this already." Snapping back at her, her tiny white eyes fixed on her, she showed Natasha how angry you were.

"You have more to say!" Natasha uncrosses her arms, taking another step towards you, her eyes pleading for you. "I know you do. Just talk to me, please."

Staring into her eyes, you felt yourself drawn into them, almost vomiting out the words, but you knew you had to keep it in. Looking away, you stepped back from her, nearly hitting the door. "I've been talking the whole time." That was all you said, both of you knowing that's not what Natasha meant, but you were as stubborn as she was and wouldn't give up.

Huffing, Natasha swiftly turned around and walked away from you, heading into the kitchen and ignoring Kate and Clint - who stood tensely in the kitchen hearing the couple argue - as she stomped outside, keeping her mouth shut from what she wanted to say. She couldn't understand why you had to be so defensive. She was your wife, and you were treating her like you two were barely friends... like around the time she pushed herself towards Bruce, who had shown little interest in her.

Clint goes after, telling Kate to watch TV and order a pizza, handing her a twenty dollar bill before slipping out. You heard the back door slam in the hallway and slipped back into Nadia'a's room, shutting the door behind you and strolling toward the crib. An instant smile on your face when a pair of big green eyes landed on you, "Hi, sweet love."

Sitting up in her bed, Nadia reaches out her arms towards you, asking to be picked up, and babbles escape her slobbery lips. You pick her up, showering her rosy cheeks with kisses, holding her close against you as you walk over to the window - eyes trained on the pair outside, watching as Natasha rants.

"These past few days have been crazy, haven't they?" You sighed, resting your cheek on the little redheaded curls. Walking away from the window, you made your way to the other side of the room, where pictures had been scattered over the wall.

Eyes landing on a picture of a memory you couldn't get out of your head for days. It was a picture of six-month-old Nadia grinning—her one front tooth had begun showing more—sitting on the ground, dressed up in a cute floral long-sleeve jumpsuit. It was a beautiful day in Ohio, a beautiful yet painful day.

(Flashback to three months ago, October 16, 2024) 

Groaning, you get in the car's back seat, your back popping in a few places, being stiff from the ride here. Pulling the blanket off the car seat, the babe inside blinks rapidly from the unexpected sunlight. "Oh, my little love, I'm so sorry, but we're here." You apologized, watching the six-month-old baby stare at you with green sleeping eyes; you knew the long drive up would put Nadia to sleep, "We can't keep Aunty Lena waiting longer; otherwise, she's gonna be cranky."

Smiling brightly as the beautiful baby unbuckled her seatbelt, carefully picking her up and watching as she did the 'baby scrunch' before placing her against you and grabbing a thin blanket - it was the perfect weather, not too hot and not too cold. Getting out of the back seat, you shut the door and rubbed your hand against Nadia's back - watching as she rubs her eyes with her fist still waking up, her head rested on your shoulder, her other hand clenched around a strand of your hair. 

After making sure Nadia was alright, you began walking up the trail, your eyes catching sight of the bloomed cherry blossoms. "It's so pretty, isn't it, baby?" You kissed the little one's head, which continued resting on your shoulder. 

When you sense someone, your eyes move towards them, stopping your movements as you tighten your arms around the baby. The person—who already had eyes on you—gives you a smirk, "Hello."

"Who are you?" you asked immediately, eyes still trained on her as your sister-in-law came up from behind the woman and quickly went to your side. The fancy-dressed woman chuckled at your words and glared at Yelena, "Is all your family uptight like you?" 

"She was just leaving. Goodbye." Yelena glares at the older woman, who raises her hands in defense before walking away but not before saying, "Think about what we talked about, Miss Belova."

Eyes follow the woman, and it hits when you finally recognize the woman. Valentina Allegra.

"Wait.. isn't she the Director of the CIA? What did you guys talk about?" You look at the blonde next to you who is playing peek-a-boo with the baby. 

"Can I please hold my baby niece?" Sighing, Yelena holds her arms so you can put the baby in. 

Narrowing your eyes at the girl, "You didn't answer my question." You say, only to be met with silence and a pointed look. Rolling your eyes, you hand her the baby, 

"Lena, what does she want?"

Yelena continues to stay quiet, watching her niece look around the area. Little eyes fixate on something, causing the woman to glance that way as well. "Do you see Mama?" she asked Nadia, who babbled away to something. Did you know babies can see spirits?"

Yelena looks at you as she gives out the information, grinning when she realizes who she's talking to: "Ah, yes, of course. I forgot the devil's child was born seeing a ghost."

Rolling your eyes again, you shake your head and smile before moving, "Sadly, that is true, and let me tell you, it was terrifying sometimes. I felt like that little boy, 'I see dead people.'" You look at Yelena, seeing a confused look on her face, "Have you not seen The Sixth Sense?"

Receiving a nod, you look away, crouching, and mumble, "We are watching it when we get to the house."

The assassin observes her sister-in-law as you stare at the words in front of you, her heart dropping as she asks you, "Doyou see her?"

"No.." Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, your eyes watering as you traced the name with your fingertip, "But I can feel her." Blinking away the tears, you let out a sigh, pressing your palm on the gravestone, eyes fixed on the letters,

"It's like she's so close but so far, you know? I think it's because she didn't die here on Earth or somewhat in our time.."You say as Yelena averts her eyes from you, clearing her throat and containing her tears - she didn't want to worry the baby. 

Natalia Alianovna Romanova

December 3rd, 1984 - October 16th, 2023

Beloved Daughter, Sister, Wife & Mother 

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Tearing your eyes away, you looked up at Yelena, who smiled blissfully, rubbing her nose against the baby's soft cheek. Her eyes shine brightly as she speaks, "She wants me to kill my niece's godfather ... Clint Barton." Nadia's little head turns, fixing her eyes on her aunt as if she understood her uncle's name. She giggles at her aunty's words.

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫? 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭…𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫.

*𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡* 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 1 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭.

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[dirtyvulture]

THIS MEME 😭

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Jealous Alpha Nat x Clueless Omega Reader 

Semi-public sex, claiming/knotting/breeding. Please, and thanks to you, God of Lust. 

AN: I accidentally made Nat beefy even though you didn’t ask for it. 🥺 I hope you don’t mind, anon! Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping brainstorm this one.

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[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Masterlist

Emily Prentiss x reader

Summary: Emily and yn meet in a dive bar, instantly connecting and feeling the fiery passion between them. What's meant to only be a one night stand instantly complicates the next morning when yn walks into her new placement within the FBI in the BAU under Unit Chief Prentiss. While it's obvious that they can't continue whatever it was they had neither of them can resist the pull of one another. What starts as lingering glances and brushes of fingertips gets explosive when hotel rooms are shared and the attraction of the forbidden fruit. They do their best to keep their secret, that each time is supposed to be the last, but how long can you keep a secret around a team of profilers?

Will include some fluff, lots of smut (feature daddy!emily), naturally some hurt/comfort cause I can't resist and the typical BAU case violence and drama. All chapters will be tagged appropriately! DM/comment/send an ask to be added to the taglist if you're not!

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Yn’s Alexandria house

Chapter 1**

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20**

Chapter 21

Chapter 22**

Chapter 23

Series Completed!

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ᗢ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒…

please respect that this is a sapphic 18+ blog, my content is not for minors so do not follow or interact if you are one. put your age in your bio or expect to be promptly blocked

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confessions of wanda maximoff . desires unspoken .

newest fic: firm hand, gentle touch

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personal side . library . dark place .

· ─────── · · 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑠 (𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠)

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Her voice, still husky with sleep, soothes you even more, bringing a sleepy smile to your lips as you reach out for her, running your fingers through her hair to fully get it away from her face and letting her take your hand to kiss your palm before placing it on her cheek, which you gladly stroke with your thumb.

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Fighting against a yawn, you said, "You can't tell me when to go to bed."

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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

‘𝐰𝐡𝐲?’ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || ‘𝐰𝐡𝐲?' 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ®

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫... 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞���𝐲; 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬. << 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚

𝐭𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮!𝐜!𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭) 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪғ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ

"Do you remember what you thought or may have felt when you first saw Natasha Romanoff?"

"I.. I felt as if my soul had burst into flames when I looked at her..." You on-screen had said, "Thinking about it now, it kinda feels like I've been waiting for her to come home."

Your throat dried as you took in the words, zoning in and out of your thoughts. Your ears catching the last thing you said before getting lost in the thoughts and memories that used to make your whole being ache.

Thinking about what was being said caused a memory in particular to summon upon your brain, an unspoken deal between yourself and the legendary actress; never talking about themselves, not even the day you both met.

Natasha avoided that talk and was always careful with her words, while you learned quickly to never mention it and questioning the future only made your relationship real. You remembered that day, you had asked Natasha that very question Bucky asked you, 'what was your first thought when you met each other?'

You remembered how upset the older woman had gotten when asked, telling you how ridiculous the question was, how harsh she was becoming as she got more angry.

The ugly words that stabbed you through your chest, piercing your heart. It was the first time Natasha had been so angry with you, so defensive. You had seen and experienced the older woman being icy and sharp but it had been the first time she had been filled with such anger over a simple question - so different. That day was also the first time you slept together and before falling into bed, talking about the many rules set between you two, one being asking questions that were too personal.

The then twenty year old you had not thought the question was personal but a fun and interesting one, wanting to know the older actors' thoughts on your first meeting.

After the fight and a two weeks worth of getting the cold shoulder from Natasha, you learned to be careful with your words - learned that asking questions or talking about your moments together is what Natasha thought made your relationship a relationship, which meant planning future plans and plans were promises the married woman couldn't hold.

But you were a known rule breaker, hearing the words 'not allowed' was heard as 'are allowed', and you loved pushing boundaries - which had aroused both women.

The now thirty-three year old blinked back into reality but the thoughts still swirled your brain, shifting your seat as you began to feel a sharp pain shoot through your chest. It felt hard to breathe. You glanced at Wanda, who sat next to you, leaning towards the woman and whispering your plans to her before carefully getting up from your seat. Ducking slightly, the younger woman passes through and quickly runs down the stairs, out the theater room.

Once out of the room, your eyes wander for a red 'exit' sign, following the arrows' direction out the building as it becomes too humid for you to catch your breath. You lurch out the door, quickly grabbing ahold of the building wall, turning around and pressing your bottom against it as you rest the palms of your hands on your knees. Letting out a few deep breaths, you nearly jumps out of your skin hearing a voice speak next to you as the smell of cigarettes fills your airway,

"You okay?"

Swallowing, you hesitantly look towards the voice, a few strands of your hair covering one of your eyes as you take in the person as best as you could, "I- yeah, I just...I started getting overwhelmed."

The person watches her, face full of concern but still tight, "Which part overwhelmed you?" they asked as they continued to watch you attempt to calm yourself.

"The trailer didn't overwhelm me, I've had a lot on my mind today." You state swiftly, your eyes had a haunted look in them as you stared at the woman. Your explanation was a weak one that the other person picked up on quickly, not only because it was a weak excuse but she had known you for quite some time to figure you out.

"What part?" The older woman asked not believing you - who gave her a look but defeated under the fixed stare.

"Hers." You look away from the woman, staring off into the distance of the parking lot as you get lost in your thoughts, "I started to feel like maybe what I've said was too personal, what if it changes the perspective she wanted? What would she have felt after seeing it?"

The slender woman eyes you carefully as you go through various emotions, 'What was going on through your head when you began filming?'

You took a moment to answer, trying to find the words, standing up and putting your now cold hands in your hoodie, “The whole process was.. exciting. Sorta. Getting it together was easy, planning it out was easy, asking people was easy, even talking to you was easy but hinking about her - fuck, that's hard." You let out an empty chuckle leaning your back against the wall, "If that's hard, you could imagine how I feel when I talk about her. I'm a fucking mess."

The woman beside you threw the almost finished cigarette on the floor before stepping on it to extinguish it. Her eyes still on you - who continued to stare out into the view in front of you - as she places her cold hands in the pocket of her jacket.

"I had a talk with your sister the day before we started filming, which happened to be the anniversary of her passing." You turn your head towards the older brunette who look to be in a thought based on her appearance, an amused chuckle escaped her smirking lips,

“How did that go?”

"Oh, it was lovely." You say sarcastically, letting out another chuckle as did the other woman, taking your eyes off of her running your hands through your slightly tangled locks, "Bucky kept asking me if I was okay every five minutes." You continued before getting lost in a thought causing the woman to grow curious. You pushed yourself off the wall, casting a look at the older woman, "Hey, can you let the other know I'm heading home."

Studying you, the woman nods, “Um okay. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I need to.. do something." You hesitate pulling your keys out from your pocket, hoping the woman wouldn’t ask much.

"I'll let them know."

Giving a quick thanks, you leave the woman alone, heading to your car leaving the older woman to stand alone. You were thankful you came in alone in your own car otherwise, you'd have to stay instead of doing your thing.

You knew Wanda would understand your sudden leave, if she understood, the others would as well which eased your mind to not worry about their reactions to you leaving. It was hard to sit there and act fine, you weren't going to sit there feeling overwhelmed throughout the movie.

Especially with her flooding through your head.

You couldn't have gotten home any fast, nearly driving fifteen miles over the speed limit and almost running through stop signs as tears filled your eyes as your heart raced, while your lungs filled with deep breaths - trying to calm yourself down.

But it felt like any minute now you were about to explode, which made you eager to get home faster. A swift turn of the wheel was made as you drove and parked into the driveway, quickly turning off the car. Tears spill down your cheeks as you clench your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut. The pain stabbed the inside of your chest, begging to be released. Placing your hands over your ears, you began to let out a screeching scream, so loud birds flew from their nest, out of earshot.

The screams slowly die down to heart clenching sobs, shoulders shaking violently with each sob that escapes your body. You could only hear the sounds of many thoughts that raced through your mind. The new thoughts screamed at you while the old ones - the ones that have been with you since you were four - whisper to them, enchanting them with words they knew would ruin you.

Life was an existed sick twisted joke, the difficulty of wrapping your head around the unfairness of obstacles being thrown your way. Though you believed you existed as a karma to your ancestors - break generational curses, rebrand the family name and not give into the bullshit.

You were also your fathers karma, your existence to him was the consequence he had to live with as if he didn't have a choice to not have you. He chose to be your father but he treated you as though he had no choice not to be.

You wished he chose not to be, the endless struggle of not wanting to walk on Earth with him - now you’re not - but that didn't take away your desire to not want to leave.

The phone tucked in the pocket of your hoodie buzzed, making the sobbing woman break out of your sad thoughts. The sound of sniffing filled the car while you rustled around, your hands roaming around your sweater searching for your phone. You roll your eyes at yourself remembering it was in your back pocket.

"Idiot." You hisses lifting your bottom up and reaching behind pulling out your phone from

the pocket before dropping your bottom on the seat, a huff escaping your lips.

Turning it on, you put in your password before looking through the notifications, your eyes landing on the first one from Bucky.

To: 𝖸/𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗅𝗂𝗇10@𝗆𝖾.𝖼𝗈𝗆

From: 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌@𝗆𝖾.𝖼𝗈𝗆

Subject: 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖥𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝖼𝗎.

𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁:

𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. :)

𝗉.𝗌. 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎... 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 -

You stop reading the email as a message pops up, it was from Wanda asking if you wanted her to come over. Quickly typing out a reply, you switch back to your email and click the link. You lean back in the seat watching the video load. The actress grew impatient watching the download slow down as it started to reach the end. Fuck sake.

Just as you were about to throw your phone, the video began to play showing yourself on the couch talking to Bucky - who sat behind the camera. As you watched, your finger slightly swiped across the screen itching to forward the video.

Taking your bottom lip in your mouth, you bite it lightly as you run a pros and cons list through your head. You didn't know if you were ready to hear the parts you ached to listen to, if you were ready to see the final results. This was going to be the first time watching the documentary. Bucky had asked you if you wanted to help putting the clips together and such but you denied, wanting to wait until the premiere to watch it. Though you did help picking out the photos to put in it, that had been hard for you to do but it also felt a bit therapeutic at the end.

You tap on your screen and drag your fingers across the screen, fast forwarding the video and stopping when you see what you had been dying to see. The video began playing again showing a black screen, Bucky voice booming through the phone speaker, "Did you ever hear rumors about Y/n Devlin and Natasha Romanoff?"

The screen switched to a person you didn't recognize sitting on a stool in front of a black backdrop, their name read: Dave Lewis, Harsh Gossip Journalist. Harsh Gossips is the Hollywood gossip magazine, everyone and anyone sells any little detail about every celebrity to Harsh Gossip. They are also not afraid to raise the price to get every juicy detail, as long as they have proof of one thing, they will not hesitate to put every other rumor about them in one article. The man chuckles lightly,

"Who hasn't heard the rumor? I think even nowadays people are still talking about it. It was the biggest lesbian scandal ever in 2010. Like everyone was still in the closet around this time."

He was not wrong at all, there were barely any gay celebrities until around 2014 when more states had started to legalize marriage giving anyone in the LGBTQ plus community a slight safety net to show assholes they are human with human feelings. The screen switches again showing a fellow actor who had worked with you and Natasha in Ava, Sebastian Murphy. He had been asked the same question by Bucky.

"It was hard not to hear them. I didn't start hearing them until about a year after we filmed but someone said that's when the affair started."

"You didn't hear anything around that time?"

"No. If there were rumors, it was probably the start of it and it was big around that time. To me, it looked like they became best friends. Looks like I was wrong." He said scratching the back of his head, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You chuckle yourself shifting around in your seat so you can lay on your side, holding your phone with the arm that rested against the center console, reaching around behind you and locking the car looking like what's called: iPad kid.

You begin to bite your lips again as your thoughts flood your brain thinking about the first time you heard the rumors yourself, zoning out the sound of the video. Your thoughts shift to the memory of your first time meeting Nateha just around the time yourself on screen began to explain. That was the memory that was forever burned in your brain and soul.

You remembered it like it had happened yesterday, except it wasn't yesterday - it was thirteen years ago at your twentieth birthday party...

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 >

[maximoffwitch]

we hit 1k followers!! i truly cannot believe this milestone. thank you to everyone who reads and supports my writing. it truly means the world to me! i’m so glad that i started this blog, a place for me to share my stories and also support some of my favorite writers.

with that being said, i’m hosting a celebration as a way to thank all of you! participation for this event will be lasting from now until midnight (PST) on june 12, meaning y’all have a week to send stuff in:

send me an emoji! (please limit to no more than 2):  

🍓 + a prompt from this list with your preferred character and pronouns

🎈 + a character and i’ll recommend a fic for you

🧨 + a character with a trope/au and i’ll make a moodboard

for writers:❣️ + a story of yours and i’ll read and review!

as always make sure to check my request rules before requesting and please be patient as i try to get writing out for y’all! thank you again and have fun!!

tagging some lovely moots under the cut

@didujustcallmedumb @togrowoldinv @mediocre-writerr @yourtaletotell @abimess @maximotts @p0orbaby @wandaromanova @httpjupiterbby @fxckmiup

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

Maybe in another lifetime

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3qNyqcN

by httpjupiterbby

request: If possible could you do a mob boss Natasha Romanoff x wife reader where reader and Natasha have been trying for a child for a while and when reader finally becomes pregnant Natasha and Reader get into a small Argument about the safety of their unborn son or daughter when a assassin tries to harm reader

Words: 4611, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Carol Danvers, Laura Barton

Relationships: Natasha Romanov/Reader, Natasha Romanov & Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Slight Smut, Slight Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Cussing, Gun Violence, Arguments, Fighting, Death, Murder, Bombing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3qNyqcN

[chelleztjs18]

Sam! Thank you!! I love the tags u put in this post..🤭 i cant wait for u to read it..i hope u will.like it!

Cheerio!

This One Is Mine || Series Masterlist

Billionaire!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Main Masterlist

Summary: As a billionaire and a successful business woman, Natasha has everything and lives her lavish life with her best friends. What will happen if Natasha wants you but Wanda gets in between?

Warning: I think this is considered Dark Fic. 18+ lots of sexual tensions, swearing words, drug use and alcohol consumptions. (Let me know if I miss anything)

Series Spotify Playlist (will be added on 09/10/22)

A/N: Hello peeps! It's me again with a new mini series. Yes, I know.. I know.. I have started few series lately while I have other series / one shots i have to get them done. This was supposed to be a oneshot but it turned out a very long one ( almost 12K words) so I decided to make this a mini series. As if right now, I consider this series is "done" but I made the ending open just in case I want to (have the time) to write more or if there are enough readers want more chapters in the future. This fic was inspired by the song Undressed by Kim Cesarion. Happy reading!

Pt. 1 - 09/10/22

Pt. 2 - 09/17/22

Pt. 3 - 09/24/22

[storiesofsvu]

Brazen Qualities Masterlist

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, politics, smut, minor injuries, some hurt/comfort. Summary: Heather Dunbar decides to run for president and knows she's going to need a skilled attorney on her team, so she turns to the best she knows, you. During the campaign some sexual feelings come up. The question remains, is it just sex or will one of them fall? If and when Underwood finds out will he use it against Heather? Will her marriage survive? (and does she want it to or not?)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3**

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Seriee Completed!

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@ms-calhoun @naturalxselection @yesterdaysgone @hbkpop @giftedchildturns40 @anya-casablanca @svulife-rl  @swimmingstudentchaos891 @alexusonfire @jamiethetrans @red1culous @oliviaswifey @mysticfalls01 @cmmndrwidw @bumblebear30 @svushots @yourtaletotell @cerberus-spectre @emskisworld @ex-uallyactive @addictedtodinosaurs @imaginaryoperagloves @multifandomlesbianic @annegilletteslostwh0r3 @bookpillowss @drduckthief @whimsicallymad @mmmmokdok @ladysc @momlifebehard @mmemalwa @holycrapraewth @poisonedcrowns @wannabe-fic-reader @when-wolves-howll @dead-of-niight @fighterkimburgess @lannister-slings-and-arrows @borg-queer @godard-muse  @itisdoctortoyousir @brooklynmhm @nobody-important1212 @emilyprentiss4life @httpjupiterbby

[maximotts]

CONGRATS ON 3K BUDDY!!!! 🥳🤍

AAAHHH THANKS BUDDY!!!! 💖💖💖💖

[romanoffswands]

PARENT NAVIGATION

SEBASTIAN STAN

MAKEOUT WITH SEB

kitchen counter make-outs with dad!Seb and getting caught by the kids

[ @annab-nana ]

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WANDANAT

PRO BUILDER [ 1.1k ]

You finally finish your Lego set that took you three days to build but when you show your moms they don't pay you any attention.

[ @xrqkayo ]

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

MY MOMMY

natasha wants attention. your daughter wants attention too.

[ @httpjupiterbby ]

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LEGACY [ 1.8k ]

it’s just blue hair dye. you didn’t think it meant this much to either of them.

[ @vancityfire13 ]

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SCARLETT JOHANSSON X CHRIS EVANS X READER

A BREAK FOR A DAY

After weeks of preparation, Y/N breaks down on the eve of her wedding to the man of her dreams.  Fortunately, her parents, Scarlett and Chris, are there to help her through this umpteenth ordeal, just as always.

[ @itwasrealtome ]

[lizziesblueberries]

lmaoo i saw someone’s reply about you saying it wasn’t that good 😭😭😭 that’s why i said that bc it’s seriously amazing

Ok, I don’t even know anymore at this point. 😂I’ve gotten so many likes from this and it’s really exciting that so many people enjoyed my writing. Thank you for telling me, I love hearing what you all think and like about the fic. 🥰

@httpjupiterbby-main

[when-wolves-howl]

1. yes, my sisters (my mom made me)

2. no

3. maybe… depends on the cereal..

4. no but i’ve wanted to 😇

5. no but i did go back to old ones

6. no but i’ll make you one

7. no… i probably need to blood honestly

8. not really

9. one by my knee.. it was from a knife

10. my friends but they don’t know my blog name

11. nope

12. … i crack mu knuckles 🧍‍♀️also cussing like a sailor

13. no

14. both

15. getting a lecture

16. no

17. red, who the fuck wouldn’t want to live in the matrix

18. yes

19. no but i should

20. sorta

21. … last night.. lilo and stitch

22. yes

23. yes… this one.

24. yes

25. no but i guess i was known.. wish i wasn’t tho

26. no

27. yes ;))

28. disneyplus account access 😭

29. neither

30. k by cigarettes after sex

31. my dads auto shop

32. paris hilton perfume.. my mom always wore it

33. in-n-out

34. i forgot my birthday 🙃

35. brownie or apple pie

36. no

37. dark and concerning

38. … crystals

39. yes, i was 11

40. yes

41. yes

42. fuck 😇

43. no

44. http: talks, httpjupiterbby, http: natasha, http: not my writing, http: answers

45. no

46. tea

47. yes.. we are going to one

48. 🥺🧍‍♀️😌🙄😇

49. no

50. sushi

51. … i want to say it but i’m gonna stay quiet

52. no

53. english.. a little bit spanish but that’s my parents fault and sarcasm

54. australia.. i heard they have lovely weather

55. yes

56. lavender and rose

57. sorta..

58. sorta..

59. no i don’t think so

60. not a question but i answered them <33

💕😁