#nat keeps talking 💖

[persephonesfill]

omg re your angsty fic idea

DOES TONY COME BACK WRONG? or does tony come back right and steve is the one who's all wrong?? i'm kicking the ceiling

i think tony comes back wrong but in the sense that he was finally able to rest, only to have that ripped away from him as he's transported back to the land of the living. i think steve tries to move on and even makes some progress (*cough* suppression *cough*) but as soon as he sees tony again, alive and literally gift-wrapped by the infinity stones, all of those emotions come rushing back.

[natsaffection]

hey love 👋👋

could you right some nsfw were r is like a ray of sunshine, always nice, kind, joyfull and a little shy, so nat is aurorised how >>loud<< they are and what they like in bed, please 🥺🥺 also, mommy nat being very teasing.

i'd really appreciate it, thank you sm sweetie 😻💖💖

Hidden | N.R

MINORS DNI!! (18+)!

Summary: Natasha gets to know the real you.

warnings: Mommy Kink, fingering (r receiving), Strap on use (r receiving) Rough (?) sex,

Word count: 1305 k

A/N: Thank you so much for this one <3.

How grateful Natasha was. Not the fact that she got a second chance or found a new family. No, she was grateful for you.

If someone had told her that some fire in a coffee would lead to her meeting a sweet little someone like you, she would have given that person the darkest look ever.

You talked one night about how Natasha approached you, and you were so happy because you never dared to approach her yourself.

Not only did you bring a smile to Natasha's face every time, but also to her comrades. After seven months of dating, you decided to make your relationship public, and it was time to involve your friends. Since then, the Tower has been surrounded only by laughter and joy.

Someone drops their drink? No big deal, you laugh at how Steve's face was when he could feel his cup sliding out of his hand.

The power goes out again because Tony overdid it again? Don't worry, you'll be the first one in every room with candles ready to light.

Someone is sick? You're at their sides. Someone is sad? You've got tissues and Disney movies in hand.

Natasha was really lucky...Especially behind closed doors.

Damn, you have some vocal cords. And how Natasha loved it, "Gosh Detka..Now I have to ask Tony about the soundproof walls.." she said as she shoved her knuckles deep in you pussy. "I-I'm sorry..."

God, how Horny Natasha is for you..How fragile you are, how sweetly you try to escape her pleasures.

So she never would have expected the way you try to hide that you are discreetly excited by the scenes in front of you. It was Natasha's idea to watch a certain documentary for the night.

In fact, it was, but Natasha wanted to find out how far she could take you, and so now a documentary on the background of the female orgasm is playing before you.

"What's going on, Detka?" She knows what state you are in right now and wants to take it further. Only you don't like it at all. How embarrassing. Why are you..aroused?

"N-Nothing! I'm just sitting very uncomfortable..." Oh god, you have to get out of here- "Are you sure about that Y/n? It looks to me like you're enjoying yourself here..." Was she right? Do you get off on it? No, it can't-

"N-Nat?"

"Yeah, baby?" Natasha eyes widen..That look you have, she already knows from others Natasha has been with. That's why it surprises her that you, of all people, have it right now, "Um..you always said that I could..come to you, and so I wanted to ask if..you- if we-"

"You want me to be rough with you? Is that it, Malysh?" You couldn't bring yourself to say anything, so you nod frantically. You need her. Now.

And Natasha knew that too. She's on you like a gazelle, that haven't had anything to eat in a long time. With one hand she pushes you further into the bed and with the other she moves to your pants, "You don't know how much this is turning me on right now..." Fuck. You thought to yourself. Why didn't you open your mouth sooner?

As quickly as Natasha was on top of you, your clothes were on the floor and her fingers were already inside you. You groaned out and at that exact moment a groan also came from the TV you forgot to turn off, and it was followed directly by a "Mommy.."

"F-Fuck, Y/n!" You had also forgotten that Natasha's fingers were inside you and this..word tightened all your nerves in your pussy. "Mommy, huh? Do you want to call me mommy?"

"S-Stop..." You put your hands over your mouth to keep it from being more embarrassing for you, but Natasha was quick to respond and stopped you, "No, no, let me hear you. Come on, I won't hold it against you..."

Come on.. Natasha thought..She wants- no needs, to hear it. She made it her task and thus no longer held back. She rams into you full force and curled her fingers perfectly, "A-Aah, M-Moommy!!!" You both had the same reaction. Natasha had to moan out now too, "There it is..Fuck, who thought you were so dirty for me, hm?"

"Please, stop talking like that..." embarrassing, embarrassing, emb-- "N-No!!!" You were so close, so close! But Natasha pulled her fingers out and took them in her mouth. You watched her enjoy the taste of you, and when she looked back, you knew immediately that you were in for a long night.

But the spark faded when Natasha got up and went into the next room. You were puzzled and scared...Was it too much, after all? Crap, you shouldn't have-.

"I ordered this two months ago and was hoping we could use it at some point. What do you say?" She was leaning against the door with a bright pink- 9inch strap-on in her hand. You had to swallow and nodded again. "Would you turn around?" she asked and you do as she said. You now look at the wall in front of you, confused, trying to catch everything that is going on behind you.

Suddenly, you notice the bed buckling behind you and feel your lover's hands on your hips. "Tell me what you want, baby..." Natasha wants to hear you.

"Just..Fu— I-Im not gonna say this..." Natasha was already expecting an answer like that, "Okay."

You sigh out, glad that she's satisfied with that.

You take a deep breath as you suddenly feel the tip of her dildo against your folds and brace yourself, but the thrust never came. Instead, she just nudges it back and forth.

"Nat.." Natasha had to smirk. She had you where she wanted you, "What? Tell me what you want.."

"P-Put it in..." God, how sweet you sound..That's why she had to thrust in, but no more, "God, Natasha, please!!”

"You know what to do, Y/n.." she sang. Her most important person lying squirming under her and thirsty for pleasure.

And how you needed it, "Please fuck me already! Please, just- O-Ohh, yess!" Natasha was now desperate too, thrusting back and back into you with tremendous force. In, out, in, out it goes all the time and you and Natasha forgot everything. You had absolutely no backbone, "Pl-Please slow..d-down, I-" She rocks into you so hard that if she wasn't holding you by the hips, you would be constantly sliding forward,

"No..you take it, fuck..baby!"

You were starting to run out of strength in your arms, and before you fell into the pillow you suddenly noticed Natasha suddenly pull out, turn you around and fill you right back up. Her pace picked up directly, "You look so good when you're taken through..."

"PLEASE! I'm so close..so close..." You were in heaven and Natasha was close too as her thrusts become more erratic, "Look at me Y/n..I want to see you.."

You almost couldn't hear her, so fucked are you. Look at Natasha, look at Natasha, look-

"Natasha! I'm c-cumming!" She was already grunting too, "That's not my name, sweetheart.." You feel her thrusts slow down, "M-Mommy! No, don't stop, please!!"

"Then try again." She had to grit her teeth as she was about to finish as well, "Mommyyy, please let me come, please, please, please!!"

She picked up the pace again and shortly after, you both lapsed into endless release. Natasha fucked you through your orgasm, and you were sure you saw Jesus. As you both came down, Natasha laid on your chest, "That was fantastic..Who would have thought you would be so-"

"Please don't say it.." You put your hands back on your face and Natasha had to laugh,

"Oh Detka, I'm so grateful to have you.."

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[vrajitosarehaos]

Healed (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

summary: you finally come out of an emotional sadness and decide to go out with Bucky to dinner, without thinking about who you would end up running into.

words: 3219

A/N: My other blog where I published my one-shots (thewxtchwhowrites) was deleted out of nowhere without explanation, so now I upload it here on the main one. Enjoy 💖

You were carefully walking down the stairs and your heels started making noise as they hit the steps, causing Bucky and Steve who were talking near the door to turn to look at you.

Bucky looked nervous, and it was no wonder, the truth is that he had not been on a date in more than 70 or 80 years, with everything that had happened in his life these last few years since the 40s.

Steve seemed to calm him down, when the blond turned to look at you he had a smile on his lips, he looked like a proud older brother.

As you walked down the stairs you wondered how you had really gotten to this day, and the truth is that the whole series of events had been very convoluted and fun...

Or at least now that you were feeling better.

You had been depressed for a couple of months and it was because your boyfriend with whom you had been in a relationship for five years had broken up with you overnight with a simple message:

"I can't keep doing this, forgive me."

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you continued reading as best you could:

"I owe you what I am today. And it hurts me to tell you this, I don't know, I feel like I'm really screwing up by leaving all these years behind." Your tears no longer let you see, your vision was blurred. "But I want to make that decision and continue alone from now on. Maybe we can be friends in the future."

Bastard. You thought to yourself, it was obvious that there was something strange about his behavior after you both had your last movie date, but you decided not to listen to your intuition even though Natasha had warned you.

"I don't know, honey, I think you should be prepared…" Natasha sat on your bed and sighed, taking one of your pillows in her hands, and noticing one of the photographs you had on your wall where you and your now ex-boyfriend ex-boyfriend, were at a Coney Island fair with ice cream on your faces.

"But Nat…" You said while shaking your head. You were delusional, without a doubt. "We've been together for five years, I don't think we'll break up. He's just a little stressed because his business isn't going well."

There were times when your ex-boyfriend would disappear for weeks, claiming that he was busy working or trying to run his business (a music store that his grandfather had owned for many years) and sometimes when you logged on to social media after work, you would notice that he was still online sharing posts or tweeting, although he didn't respond to your chat.

Sometimes he'd leave you on 'read' or sometimes he just wouldn't seem to open the chat, which was… strange.

Until it happened.

Even the final message of that long paragraph of excuses had a rather late apology that said:

"I'm very sorry, not only for the moment in which I'm telling you all this. But also for what I've put you through and how I treated you, not speaking to you for weeks and then coming to you to write all this shit."

That last message definitely led to long hours of crying, especially at night in your room at the Avenger Compound, not wanting to leave your room, maybe just to eat with everyone or for missions, and then return to your room.

You were even more temperamental during missions, you hit harder, and you were even more reckless, which Bucky noticed immediately, he knew that attitude and hatred.

The first thing Nat, Wanda, and Maria Hill did when they found out was brought you ice cream and have a girls' night out, which ended relatively well, at least until Wanda put on a movie and the guy's name was your ex's.

A couple of nights later you heard a soft knock on your door, you were crying as quietly as you could, and you thought that maybe you had woken up Steve or Nat who were sleeping in the adjoining rooms, when you got up and opened the door, it was Bucky.

"Bucky?" You asked with some confusion.

"I… I brought you this." Bucky took a cookie out of his pants pocket, when you took it you could feel that it was broken. "I accidentally sat on the cookie while I was on my way here on the motorcycle, sorry."

That, even if it was something simple, made you laugh, and maybe it was the first time in five fucking months that you laughed sincerely and not in a forced way.

Bucky after you thanked him, he nodded softly with a shy smile on his lips and left saying goodnight.

You look at Bucky's face as a smile began to form on his lips as you walked down the stairs, it seemed like he saw the most beautiful thing on the planet and he even had a small bouquet of flowers for you in his hands.

As soon as you finished walking down the stairs, Bucky approached you at the bottom of them.

"You look…" Bucky started to say, but stayed silent.

"Do I look too dressed up? Is too much?" You said nervously, touching your hair and ironing your dress with your hands at the level of your stomach, it had been Nat and Wanda's idea to groom you as if you were a little doll even though you weren't totally used to it.

“No, you look like an angel…” Bucky interrupted you. He continued to look at you with those blue eyes, it was a kind, sweet look. You felt your cheeks redden and you let out a nervous laugh.

Steve raised his eyebrows at such a compliment, and since you had your back to Steve, he took the opportunity to give Bucky a thumbs up.

"Oh, this is for you." Bucky gave you the small bouquet of flowers that you took carefully, they smelled delicious.

“James, you didn't have to do it." you said in a whisper, looking between the flowers and Bucky.

You didn't remember that a man had ever given you flowers before, your ex in itself was not a person to give you that type of details and you, sometimes, didn't allow yourself to receive them either.

But for some reason with Bucky, the fact that he gave you those details, it felt different.

“It's true.” He put his hands in the pocket of his black pants, nodding at your comment. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it."

That comment caught your attention.

Steve patted both of you gently like a father and opened the door to the compound, smiling.

"Have fun…" Steve looked at you and nodded his approval as if you were his little sister. "But not too much."

Steve looked at Bucky when he said that last sentence, that was definitely a warning to him, Bucky just shrugged and let you take his arm as they walked to the motorcycle to Izzy's.

Honestly, you don't know how it happened, but it happened.

You began to spend more time with Bucky as the days and even weeks went by, first he asked you for help to play a prank on Sam by painting Nightwing as if it were a stingray and recording it to show in the group chat that you all shared.

Then you would help him with technological issues or you would end up sitting in the compound's cinema watching old movies while you listened to him tell you things about how things were in those times.

And maybe some embarrassing stories about Steve.

You discovered that he was chivalrous, opening the door for you and even letting you in first by placing either of his two hands just under your back in a protective manner. Even when you had to take something somewhere he offered himself, not allowing you to do it.

Including the bowl of popcorn, because he didn't want you to get burned.

You thought that sometimes Bucky was an exaggerator, but you began to notice that he did things that even your ex-boyfriend had stopped doing after being together for a while.

When you and Bucky went out on the street, he always offered you his right arm, since he felt a little insecure offering you his left arm, the mechanical one. However, that insecurity started to disappear and then he didn't care which arm you grabbed as long as you held his arm when you walked.

The times when neither of you could sleep and you stayed talking, whether in your bed or his, he didn't fall asleep while you were talking about those topics that you were both passionate about, nor did he change the subject, he just watched you with attention.

Bucky even remembered the things you had said to him a couple of months or weeks ago and that you didn't even remember what you had said to him.

You were healing little by little, starting to be you again.

And somehow he was healing too.

If you were at one of Tony's parties or maybe at a mission meeting, sometimes you would look at Bucky when he wasn't looking at you, and the other way around would also happen, and if you caught each other looking, both would just smile like a couple of fools and look away.

One night you heard a soft knock on your door, you recognized that soft knock, when you opened your door it was Bucky again, but he looked different tonight.

"Hi..." Bucky said slowly, seeming a little nervous, his right hand resting on the frame of your door, trying to look casual. "I wanted to invite you to dinner, well, it's not really a dinner."

You could notice and see Bucky's nervousness when trying to say things as he had (probably) rehearsed them in front of the bathroom mirror and he added:

"Or yes, maybe it is, I don't know."

You interrupted his rambling with a smile on your lips, gently raising a hand to the level of your chest.

"Yes..." That's what you said, you noticed how his eyes softened at the fact that you had agreed. "Yes, I'd like to go."

He nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief, letting out a soft chuckle.

"So Friday at eight sounds good to you?" Bucky was clearing his throat, trying to hide his excitement that you had accepted dinner, you nodded. "Okay, I'll see you on Friday."

Bucky quickly kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and left without stopping smiling like a fool.

When you two arrived at Izzy's, Bucky greeted Leah with a smile, she seemed surprised but happy that she now finally saw him with someone other than Mr. Nakajima, especially seeing you walk in with him.

You and Bucky sat at one of the tables and you had a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you, but you weren't sure after all there were more people than usual today, it was Friday.

After a couple of laughs, drinks, Asian food and bad jokes, a few caresses on your hand from his you noticed out of the corner of your eye that someone was approaching the table and you swore it was a waiter.

But it was your ex.

“Y/N…” Your ex said in a firm voice, looking from Bucky reluctantly and then back to you. "What are you doing here with him?"

The audacity of this idiot. You thought as you heard those words come out of your ex's mouth.

"The real question is, what are YOU doing here?" You responded rudely as a frown began to form on your forehead.

"So you're the… man who broke her heart." Bucky told him in a calm voice, but he was really trying to stop himself from smashing your ex-boyfriend's face into the pretty little sushi boat that was on the table, because he didn't want to ruin your night.

Bucky slowly stood up from the chair, making your ex jump a little, maybe he was nervous with Bucky's presence.

And the truth is he should be nervous.

Bucky was quite tall, strong and even if he didn't have a vibranium left arm, he would have enough strength to change your ex-boyfriend's health status to deceased if he tried to go far with you.

And on top of that he had to avoid at all costs breaking the second rule that he had agreed upon with Dr. Raynor in therapy: No one gets hurt.

Your ex scrunched his face in disapproval at Bucky's words, not believing what he was hearing, but now you understood many things, you had been receiving notifications on social networks, especially from Instagram indicating that your ex occasionally looked at the stories you published.

Part of you didn't understand why you continued to have him on Instagram, perhaps because you used that social network very little, but whatever, now you understood what your ex was doing there.

"What? N-No, I was confused…" Your ex started to speak, he even tried to get a little closer to you, but he couldn't since Bucky gently moved his left arm that was covered by a glove. "Now my mind is more than clear and I want us to go back Y/N."

Bucky tried to talk to him by placing his right hand on his shoulder.

"Look, son…" But your ex just moved, removing Bucky's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't call me son, we are the same age, pal." Your ex responded aggressively, while rolling his eyes, looking back at you.

Very few knew that Bucky was actually 106 years old, which if you had been in another situation you would have found it funny.

"Look, I don't know what you've been through in these eight or nine months, but she and I are together, and she's not interested in getting back with you or anyone else." Bucky spoke in a fairly firm tone of voice, being respectful.

You began to feel anxious, you felt your stomach turn not only from nervousness, but from the embarrassment you were experiencing in the establishment, many of the people at the adjacent tables were looking towards you.

"Are you really going to throw away all these years together with me, by being with him?" Your ex-boyfriend spoke softly, as if he was trying to manipulate you. "Y/N? I know you haven't forgotten me, you still love me, I know that."

You looked between both men, there was some doubt in your eyes or that's what Bucky thought he saw in you, maybe it was embarrassment.

You got up from your seat and enter the bathroom of the place with tears in your eyes, on many occasions you had dreamed of something similar, dreams that ended in nightmares that you tried to ignore some nights, many ended with your ex calling you different things like 'bitch', 'whore' or 'ungrateful witch' while throwing things at you or shaking you.

You ended up waking up drenched in sweat many nights, breathing heavily and then crying silently until sleep overcame you, although those tears and nightmares ended up being silenced by Bucky on more than one occasion while he slept next to you, stroking your hair or hugging you in his arms.

You had entered the bathroom and locked yourself inside one of the stalls, you were hyperventilating, you didn't think the wound would reopen again, you really thought you were over that, you didn't know how much time had passed, you were just sitting on the toilet seat with tears in your eyes.

Until your train of thought stopped when you heard the door to the women's bathroom open wide, hearing soft footsteps coming in and seeming to have stopped near the mirror.

"Y/N?" It was Leah's voice, it sounded soft because the bathroom had quite an echo. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"

"He's gone?" You asked shakily, leaving the bathroom stall, as soon as Leah saw you with your makeup smeared with tears, she gently tilted her head, giving you an empathetic look and approached you.

Leah nodded at your question.

"Yes, between Mr. Nakajima, Bucky and I, we took that being out of the restaurant." Leah rolled her eyes, she reached into the pockets of her apron for a handkerchief with a couple of flowers embroidered on it and wiped your face. "I really thought James was going to break his face, I was already thinking about what to replace the restaurant furniture with… they are made of old wood."

Both laughed at the comment, although you also imagined Mr. Nakajima, who had a bad temper, pushing your ex out of the restaurant door.

He was a man with a quite volatile temperament, like Bucky's.

When you returned to the restaurant you didn't see Bucky, he was outside leaning on his motorcycle, you said goodbye to Mr. Nakajima who was also leaving the restaurant with you and of course to Leah, thanking both.

Mr. Nakajima opened the door for you and let you out first.

"Pretty ladies first" Mr. Nakajima said with a kind smile, which made you laugh, and that made Bucky turn his head to the door of the establishment and approach you.

"Are you ok?" Bucky gently took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

You looked into his eyes and you could feel that he was still upset by your ex's attitude, in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable, perhaps remembering your look of doubt.

You nodded silently. You had a thoughtful look again.

"Honey…" Bucky began to speak softly, lowering his hands to his sides. It was the first time he had called you that pet name since you had started talking and going out. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with."

You remained silent, listening to what he had to say.

"I have nightmares at night, I have anger issues, I'm 106 years old…" Bucky chuckled, looking away from your eyes for a moment to see a couple of people crossing the street during the lonely night. "Even other problems, especially because of my past, so I will totally understand if you want to get back with him."

You didn't know what your expression really was, but Bucky seemed surprised as he looked back at you.

"What? I said something wrong?" Bucky asked, maybe you looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm really going to have to talk to Dr. Raynor." You said nodding with a smile on your lips.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't understand what the mention from his psychologist that he was seeing it had to do with this conversation.

“Oh please…” You rolled your eyes, sometimes you forgot that Bucky was born before penicillin. "It means that I'd be crazy if you think I'm going to choose my ex. I like you, James B-"

Bucky leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours and bringing his hands back to your face, your eyes instinctively closed, enjoying the kiss which became more intense and then you both separated, gasping for air, without saying a word...

You two now knew how the other felt.

[marleysfinest]

Oh, Muvva, I hope I'm not too late for the festivities! You deserve nothing but the best in light of such a stupendous tumblr milestone! 🥰🥰🥰

Now as to the shoutouts! Apologies on the length, I got a lot of love to get off my chest

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@j-oneproduces are my go to whenever I want to read which members will do what to yn. They are so so sweet, I love it. Gives me warm and giggly feelings inside! You're so sweet and I'm so glad to be mooties with you 🫶💓

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋@michelle4eve Sweet newbie mutual of mine 💓 So glad we became mooties. You are literally sweetest 🤗❤️🥹

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋@skzoologist Oh, Zehina you're so sweet. I'm so lucky to have you as my mootie. Talking to you feels so comforting! 💕🫶💓

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @minholing Jenny, you're so sweet. Its such a bliss to meet you and talk to you everyday. You're so cute 💕🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @cheesemonky Leisel, you're so sweet my love. I love talking with you, however brief our conversations are due to the time difference but I still love it 🫶❤️

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @livelovelaughmiko Miko, Thank you for being such a sweet gem. I know we just became mooties but I love you already 🥺🫶🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @thatonedemigodfromseoul Mutual friend of Jinnie and I. Glad I found you. You're so sweet and your works are amazing. Hugs 🥺🤗🫶

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @silverstarburst Mutual mootie of mine and Nat's. I was actually kinda so scared when you followed me. Like you're kinda like an idol to me. As I saw yours and Nat's asks everyday, I was so intrigued by you. I got so happy when you became my mootie and then binged through my page. Love you hun 💕🥺💗🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @yangbbokari Mumu bby I'm the worst why didn't I add you here 😭😭😭 You're one of my sweetest savage mooties. Like you're so cool, I'm blown away 🤭💖🤗

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @galaxycatdrawz Just a random sweet encounter through ask game. You are so sweet 🤗💖 Glad to become a mootie of you!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @hwangism143 Another Bengali friend. Woo-hoo! Will be Glad to get to know you better Via 🤗💞

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋 @straykidsholicleigh Just became moots. Btw I know you since long before Soul was mentioning you in their posts. You're cute. I like you 🤗🤗💕💕

[drunkenlionwrites]

Hehe hi! I'm new to your blog but I like your writing a whole lot already! (I saw your post about sending in HSR stuff and was so excited!)

I was wondering about a little something (even just hcs) for Sampo with a fem!reader who's basically like Natasha's little sister and works in the clinic too 💕 fluff and spice is always nice 💕

Keep up the excellent writing!

-Ally

Hi Ally! Thanks so much for the request, and so sorry for taking a long time to complete it, I've been writing less frequently as of late. Thanks for your kind words and hope you like these headcanons I came up with. 💖💖 Sampo x fem!reader who works at Natasha's clinic Warnings: none, fluff, mostly sfw, g/n reader, no pronouns, no specific body parts mentioned

You’ve been with Natasha since she’s managed to open her clinic, with some age difference, Nat basically treated you like younger sister. It was nice to have someone looking out for you in the Underworld, so you did your best to help her with anything you could, basically becoming her apprentice as well.

When a weird self-confident but a tad smarmy guy showed up in the Underworld and assisted Natasha with providing some medicine from Overworld as well as some info and intel about what has been happening in Belobog, you didn’t pay a lot of attention to him.

It’s not until he started openly flirting with you, bringing small trinkets with him when coming to clinic to trade with Natasha. “To my precious customer’s precious person, free of charge” he’d say, offering you few flowers growing only in the Overworld, some intricate sweets you’ve never tasted, notebooks, postcards with Belobog views with some cheesy one-liners written inside them.

It all looked fairly innocent, and you didn’t seem interested, always making fun of Sampo’s manner of speech and antics, so Natasha could only roll her eyes at his antics and brush everything off, with you giggling on the backside.

You haven’t even noticed how Sampo’s visits became more and more frequent, him coming to hang out in the hospital even when Natasha was out just to chat you up. He’s been nothing but gallant and polite with you, even if a bit obnoxious, so you had no reason to reject his offers to walk you home when you ran errands, to just entertain him with an idle talk when he barged into clinic saying he’s terribly bored.

With Natasha and Seele always doting on you and nagging you about Sampo’s shady ways, you decided to keep your friendship low-key and offered him to meet somewhere outside clinic, to which Sampo wholeheartedly agreed with the biggest grin you’ve seen on his face.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that was how you basically went on a first date with him and how your more intimate relationship kick-started.

Even though it has been interesting to listen to Sampo’s overexaggerated stories about his adventures and heists, it has been even more nice when his tongue was busy with something (or rather someone) other than talking.

Kissing in the dark alleyways, giggling, and hiding in the clinic’s storage room, basically devouring each other and desperately grinding your bodies, while making sure Natasha or clinic’s patients cannot hear you, hiding from angry Seele who’s been chasing Sampo to chastise him for something he has done again, constantly patching up his wounds – it all became a part of your everyday routine.

You started enjoying the mischievous side of him a lot more, coming to terms with a bit shady persona he has and the ‘businesses’ he seemed to have a never-ending amount of. Though, observing his actions closely, you’ve noticed that he’s never been outright cruel or backstabbing to people, or so you wanted to think to satisfy your goody-two-shoes persona. Sometimes you still nagged him over the things he’s done that seemed too much for your standards, so Sampo begrudgingly agreed with you time and time again to repair the damage he's done to some people.

Natasha’s been fuming when she returned home one day a bit earlier and saw Sampo in your bedroom, him managing to say only “Wooops” with a shrug of his shoulders. She’s never expected this outcome, especially with Sampo’s lessened visits and flirting with you at the clinic lately. So, you two ended up sitting in the living room and receiving a ‘parent talk’ from her.

Sampo’s almost weaseled his way from under Natasha’s scrutiny, but it was mostly due to your assurance that you’re an adult person responsible for your own actions and you’ve got everything under control.

Once busted, the rumors spread around the Underworld, you’ve started receiving all kinds of comments about your relationship, earning only exasperated groans from you. Though, you’ve been happy that you don’t need to hide anymore. Well…unless Sampo has been chased by Seele again, or hiding from some of the café’s patrons to whom he owed something, or haven’t finished Oleg’s errand in a long time…

But you like it, you love your boyfriend and how the things are never simple and boring with him. And, despite him being a total menace he has not stopped showing his love and appreciation for you for a single moment, always being sure to shower you with gifts and attention whenever he got back from his heists.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Okay so the results are in and Jackie won so, here it is. I changed the summary a little from what I said on the voting thing but I hope you guys still like it anyway :)

Summary: Jackie gets drunk and gets into trouble at the celebratory party Lottie's hosting at her house for the team winning nationals and reader has to intervene.

And as an extra thing, incase idk, but Lottie's dad pays for a coach to take them to nationals instead (since I'm headcannoning in this it's cheaper, and low key a lot less dangerous cause yk).

Also skip anything that's in colour if you don't want to read any pretty detailed stuff.

Lastly, this is gonna have some homophobic slurs in (promise it's for a reason, although they do have a line through them), which I know can be a trigger for people, so please don't read it after seeing this and then complain I didn't put a TW, because I usually don't so this is a curtesy.

@zhivaxo

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Your Own Personal Terminator

💖Jackie Taylor x GN/AFAB!Reader💖

Word Count: 2886.

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It was all gonna be over soon, both the fans and the rest of the people in the small stadium knew something had to happen or it'd go to penalties.

You watched from your place on the bench (having been benched earlier in the game because of a shitty tackle), as in one swift move, Shauna tackled the ball from the opposing teams striker running far away from them before quickly approaching another player. She looked up as she heard Nat shouting her name from further up the pitch, before passing the ball to her.

Nat had control of the ball, running up the rest of the right wing to see Tai and Lottie keeping tabs on the other teams two defenders that were near the goal, and the team captain, Jackie, free of any other players, but keeping wary so she didn't go offside, running between the two of them toward the goal. Seeing no other defenders, Nat gave the ball a rough kick, causing it to fly across the sky, landing several feet in front of Jackie.

While continuing to run as hard as she could with the ball to get a closer shot on goal, Jackie heard the rest of the team, including yourself, and the fans cheering for her to kick the ball. Taking a deep breathe, she kicked the ball a couple feet away from her before she pulled her right leg back and swung it forward into the direction of the ball, but slipping just before the kick had fully been executed, causing her to fall, making her skid on the slightly muddy grass before rolling onto it just to the right side of the goal.

Everyone in the small stadium and on the pitch gasped watching this happen as the ball soared through the air, seeing it reach close to the goalie's hands that had spread out when she dived into the air. All of a sudden, the ball hit the back of the net, causing the stands to erupt with a round of applause, causing the girls and the fans from the other team to groan.

As soon as this has happened, and the referee blew the whistle for full time just afterwards, you screamed happily and threw the ice pack you had been using for your leg onto the ground, before running limply over to your girlfriend in her spot where she was now knelt in front of the goal, as a chorus of chanting came from the cheer team as the rest of the team came running over to her.

They'd done it, the Yellow Jacket's soccer team from the small town of Wiskayok, New Jersey, had won soccer nationals for the first time in school history. Once you had run over to and embraced your girlfriend in the biggest hug ever, the two of you were quickly surrounded by the rest of the team.

Once all of you had your fun and had loosened the tight group huddle, having shouted at each other about how awesome that was enough, and people started clearing out of the stadium and the pitch, the team broke off into smaller groups starting to talk amongst themselves, leaving the two of you and a few of the others on the team talking in your small gatherings.

"You better be good a keeping your promises, Taylor." You stated to your girlfriend, holding her head softly in your hands.

"Oh baby, you know I never break a promise and I always keep my word." Jackie answered, smiling sweetly. Fuck, how you loved that smile of hers.

"You better." You replied, as the she smiled in response and you leaned in, still holding her head in your hands, and kissing her softly.

"Jesus Christ, get a room. Not everyone here wants to see you two making out." Someone behind you stated, causing both of you to pull away from the kiss and sigh softly, Jackie burying her head in the crook of your neck, blushing and giggling softly, knowing exactly who that was.

"Yeah thanks Van." You replied, remaining in your position on the field, putting your thumb up behind you, before waving her off and hearing the red head, and who you assumed to be Tai running off laughing about something else to join the others.

"C'mon," You said to Jackie, moving your legs around to stand up from being knelt on the short, prickly grass. "Let's get you cleaned up so we can head home." You added holding your hand out for her, as the blonde propped herself up on her knees rather then her previous position of also being knelt down, before taking your hand in hers, intertwining her fingers with yours, standing up and walking back locker room with the group.

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The two of you and the rest of the team headed back to the locker room, listening and singing along to music while showering and lightly washing some of the grass stains off of your guys' uniform and bodies, dancing in between doing that and getting changed to head back to New Jersey as winners. (I wasn't really sure on how to write this or the journey back, so I'm just gonna fast forward to the party)

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You (dressed in an oversized graphic comic t-shirt, black cuffed denim jeans, black leather jacket, black converse, chunky silver rings and matching silver heart necklace to Jackie's, with French braided hair, curtesy of Shauna) drove to Jackie's house and picked her up (dressed in a red mid-thigh flowy dress with white polka dots, blue denim jacket, a pair of white trainers, her gold heart necklace and neatly styled, flowy blonde hair) in your deep red Pontiac Firebird car, to drive both of you to Lottie's house, since her parents were out of town for the week, and to make up for them not being at the match let her have a party there if the team won.

Once you got there and parked up, the two of you headed inside to get a drink, greeted by Lottie and the rest of the gang trying to persuade Jackie to let her crowd surf them to celebrate, to which she declined, saying to wait until she was slightly less sober before doing that.

The 6 of you, the rest of the group (Laura Lee, Mari, Kristen, Akilah, Gen, etc), plus equipment manager, Misty (who you and Lottie had advised upon, and persuaded the rest of the group to let her be invited), started dancing and drinking inside, socialising amongst everybody there, being congratulated on the win.

Eventually, the few of you left (Mari, Kristen, Akilah, Gen, etc, either still inside or gone home) made your way outside and were gathered around yours and Shauna's car, discussing everything and anything.

After a while of talking, the group had turned to nicknames for everybody, since Van advised everybody to get one since we would be going down in the history books and should have a cool nickname. About halfway through this specific conversation, it was Jackie's turn for a nickname.

"How about 'Blue Flash'?" Laura Lee suggested, sipping on the liquid in the red plastic cup she was holding, standing between Misty and Lottie, in front of the backdoor of Shauna's car

"Mmmmm, nah." Most of you agreed.

"Sounds like a toilet cleaning brand." Nat replied, taking another hit of the joint she had rolled between her fingers, making everybody giggle.

"Haha, yeah," You said, laughing softly, "Plus we all wear blue, so it could be any of us." You added, which everyone acknowledged with some form of a nod.

"Ooooooh, I have one," Van interjected, leant against the passenger door of Shauna's car, all giddy off of her beer, "What about 'The Terminator'?" The red head suggested, causing everyone except Jackie to groan at the movie reference.

"Wait, which nerdy, sci-fi, film thing is that?" Jackie asked, sitting upon the bonnet of your car, taking a swig from the tequila bottle she was sharing with Tai and Lottie.

"It's the Arnold Schwarzenegger one with the sunglasses and the leather jacket." Shauna stated, finishing the last of her drink, while sitting on the bonnet of her car.

"Ohhhhh yeah, I remember that one. Continue." The blonde ushered, her voice echoing into the bottle.

"Do I even need to? I mean Jesus Christ, you're literally a machine, sorry Laura Lee." Van replied, apologising after. Getting a nod from the other blonde in acceptance.

"A machine, huh? Okay I'll take it." Jackie said, passing you the half bottle of tequila left, moving her feet around so they were lying on the bonnet, before standing up on it, prizing a remote from her jacket, pressing a button on it, making the music that'd been playing loud enough in the house for everyone outside to hear, to stop, causing everybody inside to groan and slowly make their way outside to see what's going on.

"What the hell are you doing? Get down from there, you're going to hurt yourself." You questioned, panicked, holding your arms out, ready to catch her if she slips.

"It's fine, I'm keeping my word, remember?" Jackie stated drunkenly, in a 'duh' tone.

"EXCUSE ME! HI, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!" The blonde yelled, waving her arms in the air trying to get everyone's attention, making everyone start cheering.

"YEAH OKAY, THANKS BUT WHAT I HAVE TO SAY ISN'T ABOUT THAT, SO SAVE THE SUCK UP FOR AFTERWARDS!" She shouted.

"HI THERE, SO THIS IS KIND OF SCARY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, AND I'M ONLY PROBABLY DOING THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A FAIR AMOUNT TO DRINK, BUT I MADE A PROMISE TO MY FRIENDS AND TEAM MATES DOWN HERE," Jackie stated, pointing at the group of you, making the 7 of you cover your faces and wave awkwardly, "THAT I'D DO THIS IF WE WON, AND WE DID SO YEAH, HERE GOES NOTHING!"

"Oh shit." You mumbled under your breath, shading your face with your hand, knowing what was about to happen.

"RIGHT SO, UM YEAH, I'M GAY. YOU ALL HEARD ME RIGHT, I'M A BIG, FAT, LADY LOVING, LESBO, AND I AM DATING THIS AWESOME GIRL RIGHT HERE!" She stated, proudly, gesturing to you, as you raised your hand, offering a small wave. "AND IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, THEN GO FUCK YOURSELVES OR YOU CAN TAKE IT UP WITH MY DAD! So yeah, that's it. You can clap now." She finished, playing the music again, quickly jumping down carefully from the car into your arms, turning to the rest of the group.

"How's that for being a machine?" Jackie slurred proudly, taking back the bottle from you, holding onto your forearms for support.

"You're fucking crazy." You stated, kissing her softly.

"Told you I never break my promise." The blonde replied, after breaking the kiss.

"Alright," Tai said, raising her cup in the air, "Here's to all of us being openly gay and going down in history" She added, toasting her drink, as the rest of the group cheered and did the same.

Just as you all toasted to that, and drank from your cup/bottle of choice, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the dyke squad." Brad, the captain of the school football team, said, approaching the group, causing you all to roll your eyes in an attempt to ignore his arrogance.

"I mean, I expected the rest of you guys to be gay, but jesus christ, Y/N even turned prissy rich princess, Jackie Taylor, into a lesbo. I did not see that coming." Tommy, one of Brad's douchebag henchmen, spoke.

"Well you don't see a lot of things coming, especially people." You smirked, murmuring into the bottle of beer you were sipping on.

"What the fuck did you say!" Tommy shouted, striding up to you, getting all in your face.

"You fucking heard me, dipshit." You swore, smirking up at him, pushing him away harshly.

"Yeah, so back the fuck up, asshole." Jackie interjected, striding behind you, Van, Lottie, Tai and Nat following.

"Hey guys, come on, let's not do this here." Shauna piped up.

"Yeah, Shauna's right. Let's just call it a night and sort this out tomorrow." Laura Lee spoke up, trying to de-escalate the situation, before the six of you turned away from the two, walking back to the group.

"Yeah, listen to your little preacher friend and quit while your ahead, fags." Tommy replied, smugly.

"What the fuck did you call us?!" Jackie shouted, spinning on her heels, turning around and quickly pacing back over to them, you running after her, resting your arm around her waist.

"Hey it's okay, leave it, okay? Trust me." You said, looking at her softly.

"Yeah listen to your dykie queer, Taylor." Brad laughed.

Before even registering yourself what'd happened, Jackie broke away from your grasp, pulling her right fist back and punching him harshly around the face.

"Oh shit!" Jackie shouted, keeling over, holding her fist in her other hand at the pain of the impact.

"Bitch!" Brad fumed, holding his nose in his hands, feeling liquid pool over them.

"Crap, let's go." Tommy said, running off, Brad trailing after him.

"Oh my god!" You stated, rushing to Jackie, kneeling in front of her, the rest of the girls gathering around you.

"Son of a fuck!" She whined, raising her head softly to look at you, slightly off balanced from the alcohol.

"Here, let me look." You said, offering your hand out, as she placed her bruised fist in your hand, the group groaning at the site. "Can you open it for me?" You asked

"Jesus. H. Flaming. Christ." Jackie seethed, opening her sore, slightly blood-covered fist slowly, wincing at the pain.

"Yeah, that's definitely swollen, and very bruised." Misty piped up, being the only one with proper first aid training.

"Come on, get your ass inside. The party's starting to clear out anyway" Lottie piped up, "There's ice packs in the fridge and a first aid kit down the hall, use my room."

"Are you sure?" You asked, wanting to confirm it was okay, just in case.

"Yeah go for it, I honestly don't care. Plus, my parents aren't back for another week, that'll give me more then enough time to clean up." The brunette said, waving you off.

"Okay thanks, cheers Lottie. The rest of you guys get home, sober up and we'll talk tomorrow or something." Jackie stated, standing up straight, still holding her fist in her hand.

"Come on Cinderella, your carriage awaits." You said, opening your arms out, scooping her up and holding her in them, tucking one arm around her back, the other under her knees, making sure the skirt of her dress wasn't flapping around.

You carried her through the near empty house, gathering the ice packs and the bandages from their respected places, traipsing up the stairs with Jackie in your arms, to Lottie's room, setting her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her.

"You can't keep scaring the shit out of me like that, you're gonna give me a heart attack." You laughed, bandaging her knuckles softly.

"I know, but it's just such a pain in the ass that people think they can treat you like that. And not just you I mean everyone, why do people think they have the right to shout slurs at others just because they're slightly different to everyone else." Jackie vented, grasping tightly and releasing her other hand, to calm herself down.

"I don't know, pig-headedness I guess, or a nicer way of putting it, arrogance, or a less nice way of putting it, assholery." You shrugged off, finishing bandaging her hand, smoothing it off and kissing it softly. "But you can't go around punching people okay? We're adults now, and that's assault." You added.

"Yeah I know, still pretty cool though. I mean, like in the movies it is, but fuck they don't warn you how much it hurts." The blonde winced at the memory of the pain.

"True, but it's cause you had your thumb on the inside. You wanna punch someone really hard, you wrap your thumb around the outside, so the impact of the punch and having it on the inside could shatter your thumb." You stated, wrapping your own thumb around your hand, punching the palm of your other hand, giving off a loud smack.

"See?" You asked, flexing your hand, "No red marks and it didn't hurt."

"Ohhhhhh, that makes sense." She stated, "Although I wasn't really worried about hurting my hand, was more living up to my nickname then anything else." She added.

"Oh so you were trying to be my own person terminator or something?" You questioned, chuckling softly.

"Exactly like that. Your own personal terminator." Jackie giggled, looking at you softly.

"Well personally, I thought that was very sexy of you." You stated, leaning in closely.

"Oh did you now?" The blonde stated, leaning in closer, giggling softly.

"Mhm, very sexy, and you didn't even break a nail." You added, before closing the gap and kissing her deeply.

"I love you." She said, holding your head in her hands.

"I love you too." You replied, resting your hands over hers.

*****

Jesus Christ, it's finally done. This honestly took longer then expected and having no internet for 3 days really put a wrench in the works, but it's done and I hope you liked it. See you in the next one.

-Harlow

[the-widow-sisters]

Could you do Nat and Kate with the prompt “That’s the worst reason I’ve ever heard to kiss somebody.”? 😊

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request!!! I know I've been terribly behind on requests, but I'm trying to catch back up with them 💖 I've recently gotten a little inspiration to write, so I'm trying to run with it 😂

I hope y'all enjoy! 💗

Word Count: 1.4k+

   “That’s the worst reason I’ve ever heard to kiss somebody,” Kate raised her eyebrows, unable to help a slight chuckle, and Natasha shrugged.

   “At the time, it was a very good reason,” Natasha pointed out, looking out over the parking lot as she eyed the people passing by.

   Currently, Natasha and Kate were sitting in the car as they waited for Yelena and Carol to come back in from the store. Yelena had not originally aimed to go because Carol was the only one getting something from this place since she had wanted new shoes, but after she had picked on Yelena relentlessly before leaving to go inside, she had finally convinced her little buddy to come with her.

   So now Natasha and Kate were sitting there passing the time talking and people-watching. Kate had asked Natasha to tell her a story about times gone by, and Natasha thought of a good one about her and Steve when they had been working together when HYDRA had taken over S.H.I.E.L.D.

   “Well, I mean, yeah, I guess it makes sense logically with the whole undercover aspect, but like… kissing your friend to make enemies uncomfortable and keep them from looking at you,” Kate shook her head, rubbing her face, and Natasha could not help a slight smirk.

   “And this is Steve Rogers? Like Captain America?” Kate checked, and Natasha nodded.

   “Yeah… He was so flustered,” Natasha reminisced, unable to help a laugh as she thought of how he had reacted on that escalator when she had pulled that move.

   “Was it his first kiss?” Kate questioned curiously, raising an eyebrow as she leaned forward a little. Natasha huffed.

   “I think it was pretty close to his first,” Natasha grinned widely, and Kate shook her head, still completely surprised.

   “Wow… Did you have feelings for him?” Kate asked curiously, and Natasha shook her head instantly, her smile softening just a little as she answered Kate.

   “Not at all. He’s like a brother to me,” Natasha confessed, and Kate nodded slowly, taking it all in.

   “Oh… Did he have feelings for you?” Kate asked, her eyes on Natasha as she waited with bated breath for her next answer.

   “Not as far as I know,” Natasha stated.

   “But you don’t know,” Kate clarified, finding herself far too invested in this story considering the fact that she had never really considered Steve and Natasha in this sort of light before. While they definitely had no romantic feelings for one another at this point in their lives with Steve happily in a relationship with Carol, Kate still could not help but wonder about the past now.

   “Well, I can’t know for sure because I still haven’t quite developed the ability to read minds,” Natasha joked, her voice warm as her eyes practically glowed with a soft mirth and affection from where she was sitting in the driver’s seat.

   “But we were never together if that’s what you were wondering. I love him, but I’ve never felt that way about him,” Natasha explained, her head leaning back against the seat where she had reclined it. Her feet were resting up on the dash around the steering wheel whereas Kate kept her feet in the floorboard.

   While Natasha was not overly fond of her car Phil and did not really care too much about what happened to him, Kate did not want to get dirt anywhere except for the floorboard. She respected Natasha too much for that.

   “You got any other stories about kisses gone wrong?”

   “That one didn’t go wrong because we technically got away, but yeah. I do have some other ones,” Natasha told her, a fond smirk on her face as she glanced over at Kate. Kate watched her, waiting patiently for the next tale that the redhead would offer her.

   “Well... One time on one of the few SHIELD missions that I was not with Clint, I had to pretend this guy I was assigned to was my grandpa. But it quickly turned into another one of those moments where we had to make people uncomfortable to keep them from realizing who I was, so—”

   “Tasha, no!” Kate cried.

   “I had to kiss him,” Natasha finished her sentence, and Kate let out a deep, horrified groan. Natasha chuckled.

   “Thankfully, we weren’t in the company of the people that we already told the grandpa-granddaughter story to, so it was mostly weird because it was a really old guy and someone a lot younger than him,” Natasha told it as if it were no big deal at all.

   Granted, Kate had daddy issues and liked guys that were a lot older than her a lot of times, but she did not have grandaddy issues.

   “My gosh, Tasha,” Kate groaned, covering her face as she was somewhere between being horrified and laughing at how that must have looked.

   “If it makes you feel any better, it was actually an agent about my age. He was just wearing one of the masks that we sometimes use to hide identities undercover,” Natasha informed her.

   “Why weren’t you wearing one? You said you were worried about being recognized,” Kate questioned, feeling a little better after hearing Natasha’s explanation.

   Natasha laughed softly, and Kate looked at her with growing curiosity. Natasha grinned at her mischievously, such fondness and warm teasing in her gaze that it took Kate aback a little. Kate had seen Natasha gentle and open like this, but it nevertheless was always a little surprising to see. However, it always made her feel like she was among Natasha’s very few most special people.

   “Because sometimes I like to live life on the wild side,” she admitted, and Kate huffed as she shook her head.

   Natasha reached out, squeezing the back of Kate’s neck lovingly with a laugh before running her hand down to rest on Kate’s shoulder.

   “And people always scold me for impulsiveness.”

   “You’re just a baby, Kate,” Natasha told her, no hint of any unkindness in her words. “You’re not quite ready to play Russian roulette.”

   Kate turned her head to rest her chin on Natasha’s hand where she had it on her shoulder, and she smiled at her in spite of the fact that Natasha had basically told her that she was not ready.

   It was such a rare and special thing for her and Natasha to have time together to themselves, and she always treasured it so deeply. Just judging by Natasha’s eyes, she could tell she enjoyed it a great deal as well.

   “I’m an official Avenger now,” Kate argued, and she knew that her argument was not a strong one simply based on her tone alone. Natasha shook her head.

   “Yeah, but I love you, angel. I’m not risking you, because I don’t know what I’d do with myself if anything happened to you,” Natasha expressed gently. Kate reached her hand up, shifting her chin so that it was out of the way in order to allow her own hand to touch Natasha’s.

   “I’d be fine.”

   “I know. You’re my brave girl. But I just can’t risk you,” Natasha informed her, and Kate just huffed a little.

   However, before Kate could say anything else, Kate’s door suddenly opened.

   “Get out of my seat, Little Bishop,” Yelena grumbled, and Kate could hear Carol laughing as she started to get into the back.

   “Okay, okay,” Kate got out as she let Yelena get into the front seat. When Kate slid into the back, she looked over at Carol who currently had her head thrown back as she laughed heartily.

   “What happened?” Natasha asked finally, a certain fond exasperation in her voice as she addressed Yelena.

   “I don’t want to talk about it,” Yelena grunted, and Carol sobered just enough to try to tell Natasha in-between laughs.

   “She took her shoes off and there was this guy in there, and—”

   “Don’t you dare!!!”

   “He asked her how much for foot pics,” Carol finished, starting to cackle anew.

   “I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY IT!!!” Yelena practically screeched, and Kate winced a little as she looked at Yelena’s face where she had turned around in her seat to glare at Carol.

   Natasha groaned deeply, and Kate shook her head, trying to stay out of it as Yelena started smacking Carol’s knee. She then looked up at the rearview mirror, seeing Natasha looking at her fondly. Kate offered her a huff and a shrug as she smiled.

   At least they had a moment of peace to talk.

[nat-seal-well]

No pressure to answer this, but if you have another snippet from the reincarnation au, I'd love to read it! I love all your fics so much (and am very much looking forward to reading you nat/ava smut fic, hopefully I'll have some time to read part of it tonight!) Your writing is amazing, I love the stories you craft 💖

Thank you so much, friend! Your words are so kind ;-; I love your stories, too--I'm already so in love with your bookstore au from yesterday, and A Thought For A Thought is one that I've been savoring for a long time now, to make it last longer, hehe.

I would love to share more with you! The snippet below is set closer to the end; a little bit of sweetness to combat the angst from before :)

Marin, in thick socks to keep out the cold, pads cross the kitchen to slip into the seat beside her. “I didn’t know you like oranges,” they say. 

“I’m quite fond of them,” Nat replies. “For a number of reasons. They always seem to taste better when it’s cold outside. I think it’s because they help us remember that warmer weather is just around the corner.”

“That makes sense. I’ve never seen you eat one before, though.” 

Nat takes a breath. “They’re… special to me. I like to have them sparingly. It makes the days that I do a little more meaningful.” 

“Like saving the good china for holidays,” Marin says, and their mouth quirks up with a smile. “Or your fancy fountain pen to hide notes in my jean pockets.”

“I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” The orange, now free of its skin, sits exposed in the palm of her hand. Nat is gentle as she uses her fingers to pry it into halves. “Though if I did hide love notes in your pockets, I’m sure that is something I would do.” 

[persephonesfill]

Steve accidentally gets teleporting powers and he’s having trouble controlling them. The whole team got zapped by some science p/magic ray and either had their powers swapped with some random power or was given some. And they are all getting the hang of them* but Steve’s having trouble. In that instead of teleporting anywhere at will, the man keeps randomly landing on top of TONY

And the trouble is they called in a teleporting expert to teach him (like Nightcrawler or whatever) but Steve keeps getting the first exercise wrong. See he’s taken a distance away and then has to picture and focus on one place and then poof over there. This way they can test the distance he can poof and how to learn to be deliberate rather then random. But unfortunately, for SOME reason, Steve keeps landing on top of poor Tony who is either trying to figure out his own temporary power down by the Hudson River, or actually working at the office, at a coffee shop, and then finally sleeping in bed, poof here’s Steve!

(Turns out Steve’s “focus point” was supposed to be home, and oops Steve’s heart has made the Tony=home leap before his brain did. Both are confused until they aren’t lol)

*Tony got hydrokinesis, which is fun but ehhhh, he’s got work to do and water and electronics don’t mix. Clint got super bouncy powers so he’s being an annoying rubber ball around the tower, Bruce can talk to animals, Nat got super strength, Thor got mind reading and left to go hang out in space because no thank you)

steve automatically fixating on tony as his home!!!💖💖💖💖💖 god they're so DUMB

also my brain is SENDING me over the image of clint bouncing like 90 miles per hour around the compound shchdhhd

i feel like all of the avengers would adapt fairly well to their new powers and thor is absolutely the smartest one there for fucking off after developing telekinesis. like tony and steve are annoyingly oblivious on a good day but being able to hear every pining sigh from them ALONG with their mopey inner monologues would actually kill him fhhdhr

[oddthesungod]

already talked on twitter but, session 1 with Virion and the gang was today and it was so fun!!!! It was short cuz of bad connection in two ppls end, but it was a fun satisfactory game nonetheless! <33

party played two games in Jigow, we first hit the arm wrestling game where the group succesfully peer pressured Virion into participating (it was pretty easy to convince him ngl, he just has to put up a front about it), and after losing at the first try (i'm picturing him as not really understanding the game at first) he tried another go and won all rounds and beat the champion! 😌

he won a cute lil medal, which he gave to our monk, Tadashi, since they were the one that convinced the old man to participate lol. Tadashi and our druid, Cerise (the other old man in the group) decided to arm wrestle one another and Cerise with his +0 on strength won against Tadashi's +3 strength thanks to a lucky nat 20, it was really funny adjashdkjad

after that we went to a riddles game, which the two nerds in the group, Praxis and Conandir, steamrolled through really quick. I'm really shit with riddles, so I just watched as everyone did their thing lmao. There was a riddle involving drinking some potions, and Cerise got to play the group dad for this one and berated our cleric, Praxis, for downing the potion without cleaning the bottle first sdhfjsdjf. Anyway, they caught the eye of a drow that greeted them, and Virion stood by closely keeping an eye out cuz he's a suspicious mf and his protective mode was switched on <3 that's about it for the session, next one we're gonna go play one more game in the town and then we'll see! it was really fun, it's so nice to roll some dice once again after so long!!!!!! and with a really nice and fun group to boot! 🥺💖

[caatws]

I was browsing through your blog and wanted to say all of your vol 3/general gotg comments have been delightful. It's given me so much to think about and also helped me process some of my own thoughts/concerns/questions. It's also awesome people have felt safe to get a little more personal about the different aspects of representation in all of this and that's been both fun and eye opening and even a much needed learning experience.

Also I especially was intrigued by your comments around Gamora and Natasha and how they have been treated when it comes to similarities and differences. Not sure if you would be up for it but I would love to read even a short write up or breakdown from you about even just 2 or 3 things you think vol 3 could have done better when handling both Gamora's death and 2014 Gamora's role and something you think both Natasha and Gamora could have used/deserved story wise in IW/EG after they died.

Thanks anon 💖 I’m glad we can all discuss and process this stuff together bc there are so many layers to it and so many povs to consider!

And ooh I love that question! As far as vol 3 goes, I think the most general thing that could’ve been done - and I would say this could go for the holiday special too - is just incorporating grieving gamora into each character’s arc more. The ways peter would talk to 2014!gamora abt how things used to be - it would’ve been nice to see the other characters make the occasional comment abt their own individual friendships with gamora or calling back to specific moments from vol 1/2. Showing gamora that peter isn’t the only one who misses the “future” her or whatever, which could be both an opportunity for more conflict between gamora and the rest of the team at the beginning of vol 3 and as well as an opportunity for gamora to get to know the team better and maybe even warm up to them more over time.

I do still generally like how starmora was handled as well, but I think it would’ve been interesting to see more of how Peter feels abt not being able to keep his promise of killing gamora before thanos did. Like him talking to 2014!gamora abt it or something. Like I’ve said before, I think the mcu has acted generally uwu and evasive of rly considering the deeper impact and significance behind the manner in which gamora died so it would’ve been nice for someone to at least acknowledge the horror of it in vol 3 in some way

Definitely what nat and gamora needed in iw/eg after their deaths more than anything was just a goddamn funeral like Tony got 🤬 tho it also would’ve been cool to see gamora and nat meet in the soul world in eg after nat’s death. I also think it would’ve been nice if they could’ve been given some agency and been able to help from “inside” the soul stone or something during the final battle

[the-widow-sisters]

Aero-Acrobat

Summary: Yelena and Carol go on a mission together, and despite their best efforts, their attempts at being stealthy quickly fail. When it’s up to Carol to get them out fast via jet and the enemies also have aircraft, Carol has to get them out of a sticky situation, calling back on her Airforce knowledge. 

Word Count: 2256

A/N: Hopefully y’all enjoy this one! I’ve been saving this one up for a while, lol 🤣💖 Carol and Yelena are one of my favorite pairs, and I hope others enjoy them as much as me 😂💗

  “Oh, this is great. Just great,” Yelena sarcastically commented, her running quickly in an attempt to keep up with Carol’s larger strides as she ran herself.

  “Chill out, Squishmallow, we’re making it out of this just fine,” Carol shot back calmly, her voice soft as she tried to hurry around the guards in a hallway.

  The alarms were blaring and there were guards everywhere, and Carol was doing her best to keep from exposing the both of them with any shows of her powers. They both had on their respective superhero suits, and they were doing their best to avoid being too flashy.

  The both of them had aimed for it to be a stealth mission since it was only fetching some stuff on a flash drive, but that had gone to crap, so that was why they were where they were now. Of course, given the fact that neither of them were particularly known for stealth, Carol did not really know why they had come to the unrealistic conclusion that they could pull this mission off that way.

  “Did you call me a Squishmallow?” Yelena asked, staring at her as if she had utterly lost her mind as they paused behind a corner. Carol gazed around it briefly, and she huffed with a slight grin before moving ahead. Yelena followed after her as Carol offered her reply.

  “Yeah, but we’ll talk about it on the ship. Keep it professional, Belova,” Carol playfully scolded, unable to help making a quip in the midst of the stressfulness of the situation. Yelena huffed simply, unimpressed.

  Carol quickly paused as she waited around another corner. Carol knew the ship was nearby, and she looked around it wordlessly, squinting as she sighed unhappily.

  “Are we moving?” Yelena questioned as Carol remained still for a few moments, taking in the sight of the jet that she thought that they had hidden outside the building. The cloaking device must have turned itself off, and now a bunch of armed guys were all gathered around.

  “Well, there’s a slight holdup,” Carol stated, and Yelena scoffed, raising an eyebrow from where she was lingering behind Carol.

  “Look, aren’t you supposed to be the strongest Avenger or something? Blast through it,” Yelena shot back, and Carol nodded slowly, unable to help a bit of mirth as she tried to sound dead serious.

  “Okay. So you’re condoning the use of murder or at least slight maiming, then?” Carol questioned, and Yelena rolled her eyes heavily.

  “Ugh, the surprise in your tone. It’s like you don’t know me at all,” Yelena groaned, and Carol smirked, far too pleased with her teasing.

  “Nah, just checking for the record, short stack. That way I can tell Steve it was all your idea,” Carol winked playfully as she looked back at her, lighting up and blasting forward as she quickly took all of them out.

  She threw several of them against the wall on the other side of the room, audible cracks being heard. She knew how hard she was throwing them, though, so she knew it likely only broke some ribs and knocked them out, so nothing too severe.

  “So flashy! Such a poser!”

  “Aww, Nat’s going to be disappointed when she hears you’re calling me her special nickname!” Carol called back as she continued in her fight.

  For the others that she was taking on, she simply settled for punching them resolutely in the face, successfully putting them down for the count. There was a loud gunshot, and she suddenly felt something small hit her in the back of the head. Carol furrowed her brow, rubbing the back of her head as she turned around. Her body was still glowing brightly, and the bullet had just fallen to the ground with the power coursing through her body.

  The man was simply gaping at her, his gun still held up from where he had made the mistake of shooting her.

  “Wow… I would say you’re an idiot, but I don’t think that completely covers it,” Carol pointed out before grabbing his gun from him effortlessly and slamming her fist into him, knocking him backwards so hard that he hit the wall.

  Carol took in a deep breath before exhaling, gazing around her as she tried to spot any others that could still be lingering that she might have missed. Once she realized that there seemed to be none remaining, Carol allowed her powers to die down, her shoulder length hair falling back down her neck and upper back.

  Carol turned back to face Yelena where she was making her way over to her.

  “C’mon, kid, they probably heard that one,” Carol beckoned, and Yelena instantly had her hackles up, defensiveness written in her every feature.

  “Don’t call me that,” Yelena fussed, and Carol huffed with the slightest of smiles as she tried to make sure that Yelena did not notice it. After all, she had something up her sleeve.

  “Why not? You’re like my little mini-me or something. You’re little, blonde, dark-eyed… You pretty much are like my little daughter,” Carol managed to keep a straight face as she clicked the button to open the bottom hatch of the ship.

  Yelena’s offended gasp was enough to break her composure, however, and she quickly started to laugh far too wickedly.

  “First, I have honey eyes. Second, I am not your daughter and that is not our dynamic or either you have really misunderstood something along the way,” Yelena fussed, and Carol just chuckled heartily, far too pleased with herself as the hatch slowly opened itself. She honestly did not see Yelena that way at all, but it was far too fun to mess with her about it.

  “Wow, your chain is out,” Carol mused to herself, and Yelena narrowed her eyes in irritation and confusion.

  “What are you talking about now?” Yelena asked, and Carol smirked a little as she offered Yelena an amused onceover.

  “Your chain,” Carol simply answered, and Yelena just eyed her as if she had completely lost it.

  “I do not have a chain.” Carol shrugged nonchalantly, moving her head in a noncommittal gesture.

  “Well, you must have something because I’m yanking it pretty good,” Carol commented.

  Yelena looked utterly confused still, and Carol could not help but huff at the obvious language barrier happening. Yelena had heard so many phrases, but she could still be thrown off occasionally, and it was something that Carol found to be adorable and hilarious at the same time.

  “Wh—”

  Yelena was quickly interrupted by several men yelling, and Carol looked to the doors where they were opening, armed guards coming in as they started taking aim. Carol raised her eyebrows, moving in front of Yelena as she grabbed her.

  “That’s our cue,” Carol declared, dragging Yelena in as she made a break inside. Yelena let out all manners of protest as Carol pulled her along like she weighed nothing. Carol finally released her once she got close to the jet controls, and Yelena shook herself off before getting in the passenger seat.

  Carol closed the hatch, and she started pressing the buttons, preparing herself to fly the thing out of there. Carol pulled the thing upward, hearing the bullets hitting the metal surface, and she huffed a little.

  “See ya, suckers,” she muttered before throttling it, blasting through the sky quickly. Yelena instantly hung on a little tighter but did not react otherwise. Carol barely offered her a glance as she tore through the sky.

  She let herself slow down after a few moments, however, figuring that they had gotten plenty of a head start on them. After all, they were likely not fast enough to catch up with her after she pulled that stunt.

  Yelena looked through the camera feeds at the side of the controls, checking to ensure no one was following them. She quickly raised her eyebrows in surprise.

  “I hope you remember at least half of the stuff that the Airforce taught you,” Yelena declared, and Carol raised an eyebrow, looking over at her uncertainly.

  “I do, but why?” Carol asked, and just as Yelena took in a breath to speak, Carol heard the alarm systems inside of their jet going off, warning her that there was a missile lock.

  Carol narrowed her eyes, taking hold of the controls instantly as she dropped the jet down and toward the ground. Yelena gasped, and Carol spun the jet in a barrel roll, trying to evade the otherwise inevitable missiles.

  She could not help but grin a little as she spotted the missiles just barely missing them. Carol then pulled back up, spotting the jets above her.

  “Hold onto your rear end, Yelena. Buckle up,” Carol warned, and Yelena started to speak, but Carol throttled it upward, shooting straight up into the air as she sped up. She heard the definitive sound of a seatbelt clicking, and she assumed that Yelena was now locked in. She shot up in front of them and Yelena made some strangled noise as they barely missed the enemy aircraft flying through the air.

  “Oh, my—” Yelena cut herself off as Carol continued flying.

  Carol then moved sharply so that she was looping upward and upside down. She flew over them before moving back around so that she was right-side-up behind them. She darted after them, locking her own missiles on the first one.

  “Can’t you just fly out and take care of it?” Yelena mustered, and Carol could not help but notice how she almost sounded sick. Carol did not take her eyes off of her target, a low chuckle leaving her.

  “Now where’s the fun in that?” Carol questioned softly in reply as she released the missiles.

  They went blasting toward the ship ahead of them, and they attempted to dodge, flying upward to try to evade. But they were just a bit too late, and the missiles collided into them, causing them to go flying toward the ground.

  Carol then did yet another barrel roll, shooting downward toward one of the enemies below. Yelena sucked in a sharp breath again. Carol pulled the trigger on the machine guns attached to the front of their jet, and she blasted the top glass part of their aircraft. They instantly lost control, the bullets colliding into the driver, and they went down.

  Carol instantly pulled up strongly, going straight up yet again as she spun upward and looped around sideways to shoot a few missiles at the one before them. Yelena was hanging on as tightly as she could as the ship and its contents continued to be flung around as a result of Carol’s insane driving.

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” Carol thought she heard Yelena mutter, but she did not choose to yet reply as she noticed that this last enemy was far better than the other two, instantly dropping down to try to evade Carol’s projectiles.

  Carol fired bullets carefully at him, maneuvering and matching him move for move as she darted through the air. She took in a soft breath, knowing what she was going to have to do to fully throw him off and catch him off-guard. She shot upward once again, and Yelena slammed back into the seat, gravity pulling at her as she headed up.

  Carol burst through the clouds and they momentarily spotted the beauty of the sun in the sky above them. Yelena let out a soft breath of what Carol assumed was likely relief.

  However, instantly, Carol slammed back downward, and Yelena was rising in her seat again, gasping as she remained utterly baffled at Carol’s driving. Carol could not even fully enjoy it as she lined up her missiles, firing them for the last time.

  They darted toward him, and the craft went down, careening towards the ground.

  Carol instantly whooped victoriously as she leveled the jet. She then reached out to high-five Yelena as she more fully looked at her at long last. However, as she did, she quickly realized that Yelena was still clinging to the seat, pale as a sheet as she remained staring straight ahead. It was almost reminiscent of a terrified cat.

  Carol instantly started to laugh, reaching out and squeezing Yelena’s shoulder comfortingly. Yelena stiffened under her grasp, but did not move away, and Carl could not help her overwhelming mirth. She had never seen the younger girl look so terrified before. It was honestly hilarious. Especially considering how Yelena loved to terrify other people for the fun of it. Carol was only doing it for survival’s sake.

  “What are you laughing at? You almost killed us,” Yelena barely managed to get out, her voice sounding exceedingly odd as it lilted up at the ends a bit.

  “You didn’t almost die. You were fine,” Carol assured her in the midst of laughing far too hard at her expense.

  Yelena remained staring straight ahead for a few long moments, blinking slowly. Yelena finally raised up from the seat carefully, heading away, and Carol furrowed her brow, turning in her seat a little to look back at the younger woman as she tried to see what she was doing.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To lay down,” Yelena grumbled, still terribly shaken and most of the bite not present in her statement. Carol just laughed even harder, putting the system on autopilot as she allowed FRIDAY to take over controls.

  At least she had gotten them out alive.

  Scaring Yelena was just bonus points.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 6

Authors note: Enjoy this special extra long fluffy chapter 💖

Warnings: talk of domestic abuse/sa/trauma

Word count: 4321      Nat Masterlist     Marvel Masterlist    TCYM Masterlist 

     “Good news, nothing is broken. You're being discharged and are free to leave.”

    Despite being interrupted you are glad to hear that, “Oh good. Well, thank you”

    “No problem dear.” She says as she nods and sees herself back out of your room

   “Well, I’m glad you get to go home. Hospitals are never fun to stay at.” Yelena tells you with a smile, “Oh sestra(sister), weren’t you saying something?”

   Natasha attempts to give her sister a glare but it quickly fades away when she sees you turn to look at her, “Yeah Nat, what were you saying?”

   “Oh...uh…well..” she stutters and she hopes her blush isn’t noticeable, “You see, I’m staying at a motel out near Yelenas for now, so Bruce can’t find me and well, I uh…”

   “O moy Bog. Vykladyvay, pozhaluysta.(Oh my god. Spit it out, please)” Yelena whispers with a roll of her eyes

   Now Natasha is sure she's as red as her hair, “It’s just me and Dima there and…I’m afraid to be alone. Would you mind coming over there with me and staying? Just for a few nights?”

   You smile softly at her, “Of course. I don’t want you to have to worry about Dimas safety or your own.”

   “Come on then.” Yelena says, “You can drop me off at home and then head to the motel.”

   You nod and stand from the bed, only to catch the attention of the small pup in the Betas arms. He coos at you and gives you grabby hands which makes you and Yelena chuckle.

   “No malyutka(little one)” Natasha tells him, “Stay with Auntie Lena, or let Mama hold you.”

   You shake your head, “It's fine Nat. I can hold him.”

   “Are you sure? I don’t want him to accidentally hurt one of your injuries.” she says as the three of you make your way out of your hospital room and into the hall

   “I’m sure, give him here.” you say, holding out your arms. 

   Yelena passes you the boy and as you bring him to your chest he wraps his little arms around your neck. You smile down at him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and gently rub soothing circles on his back as he settles into you. Natasha smiles wide at the sight, she's sure her heart is about to burst with how much love she feels for you. She's so glad her pup seems to like your company as much as she does.

   Wanda smiles as she sees Nat practically giving you heart eyes and she and Yelena share a knowing look before she's looking back at you, “Y/n, did you get cleared to leave?”

   You nod, “Yeah, nothings broken.”

   “Shame Bruce can’t say the same” Vision says as he tries his best to hide the smirk that breaks out on his face 

   Yelena smiles, “Oh? Is that so?”

   Wanda nods, “Carol texted us. Apparently Y/n broke his nose, fractured his jaw, cracked three of his ribs, split his lip open, and gave him a concussion.”

   You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at the news, “Well, I’m glad my injuries weren’t as bad. Still, I kinda wish I broke his neck too.”

   Yelena laughs as she pats you on the back, “True he deserved more, but good job.”

   Your small group starts to walk down the hall, heading for the exit. Instinctively you end up walking next to the other Alpha, Vision, as Wanda falls in line behind Yelena and next to Natasha.

   “Hey Vis, would you mind driving my car back to my place? I’m going to go with Nat to where she's staying and I’d hate for Bruce to bother you again thinking I’m still there.”

   He looks back at Wanda briefly before nodding, “Sure. I’ll just have Wanda follow me in our car.”

   “Thanks”

   He shakes his head, “Thank you, Y/n. I don’t know if Bruce would have tried to hurt Wanda but in his state I wouldn’t have put it past him so thank you for keeping her safe until I could make it downstairs.”

   “Of course, Wanda's my friend too and I’d be damned if he was gonna hurt her.”

   Back with the Omegas, Wanda giddily shakes Natashas arm, “She's going to be staying with you?!”

   “Shhh” the Russian scolds, “It's only for a few days.”

   “Natasha, I swear to god you better tell her how you feel” she rasps out in a harsh whisper, “Because if you don’t, you might lose her.”

   She looks at you then, watching the way that you carefully handle her pup. You've always been so sweet and attentive with him. Similarly you were always kind to her. Protective, helpful, caring. Truly there could be no better Alpha for her than you, and she just knows that you'd be a great parent. 

   Her chest warms with the thought of being claimed by you, being able to claim you in turn. Being able to mate with you and getting to bear your pups. She wonders if that's something you want too. If she's the Omega you want to claim as a mate. She certainly hopes so. 

   But then she thinks on Wanda's words, and her heart twists. Her eyes fill with sadness as she watches you. She remembers Sharon checking on you, and your upcoming date with her. Was the blonde who you really wanted as your mate? Did you ever even imagine a future with her, like she did with you?

   “Nat?” Wanda questions

   “It’s funny really. I can’t lose her to another Omega, that just might break me.”  She admits solemnly, “But she might not even feel that way about me.”

   Wanda's hand grabs her own and she squeezes softly, “Oh Nat. I really don’t think that's possible. Based on what I’ve seen over the years, since highschool really, the two of you are crazy about each other.”

   “Really? That long?” Natasha asks, feeling hope flutter inside her once more

   Wanda smiles and nods, “Oh yes. I think before Bruce did those deplorable things to you, that she was so close to telling you about those feelings. But then, well, she thought you chose a different Alpha.”

   “I would never. Could never. She's it for me Wans.” she admits

   “I know that dorogoy(sweetheart), but she doesn't. Poor thing was so upset by seeing his mark on your neck that night at dinner. Vis said she practically left in tears, mumbling some excuse as to why she had to leave. I mean, she never even noticed how miserable you were with him because of how distant she became afterwards. Not only with you but with our friend group in general.”  

   Her brows furrow, “She did that? Since Bruce hardly let me go anywhere I thought…I thought she just got busy with work and he figured out her schedule so we went when she couldn’t.”

   Wanda shakes her head, “No honey. The only time he confronted her about anything was when you became with pup. I don’t know what was said as I was too far away, but he had his finger in her face and she looked angry.”

   “Then she does care about me.” Natasha says as if in disbelief, “Or, at least she did back then…”

   “She still does Nat, trust me.” Wanda tells her, causing an excited smile to shine on Natashas face as you all approach the hospitals exit

   The three of you say your goodbyes to Wanda and Vision and walk over to Natashas car. You hand Dima back to his Aunt so she can strap him into his carseat, and she hands you the keys. You hop in the driver's seat as Natasha gets into the passenger seat. She briefly looks at you, admiring the way the setting sun shines around your profile. The closing of a car door brings her back to her senses and she turns around in time to see her sister climb in.

   Once you know everyone is in and buckled up you start the car and pull out of the hospital's parking lot, heading towards Yelena's apartment. And about twenty minutes later you pull up in front of her building.

   “Thanks for the ride Y/n.” Yelena says, patting you on the shoulder, “Take good care of my sestra(sister)”

   “No problem Lena. And don’t worry, I will.” 

   Because you were facing the blond you miss the subtle blush that adorns the redheads cheeks, but her sister doesn't miss it. She smiles before patting her shoulder, “Call me if you need anything, ok?”

   Natasha nods, “I will. Thank you sestra(sister), YA lyublyu vas(I love you)”

   “YA tozhe tebya lyublyu. I ty luchshe skazhi yey ob etom.(I love you too. And you better tell her that as well.)” she tells her before turning to her nephew, “I love you too little man”

   She hops out of the car, waving at you both before making her way up the flight of stairs. It takes her a moment to unlock her door before she moves inside. You wait a few more seconds to be sure everything is alright before pulling away.

   The ride to the motel has the car in a comfortable silence, except for when Natasha offers you directions there. Eventually you pull into the parking lot and she instructs you on where to park. She quickly gets Dima from the backseat before she leads you to her room, number 84.

   You follow her inside and make sure to double lock the door behind you. You stand near the bed and watch her as she tentatively places a nearly asleep Dima into a small corner nest built specifically for pups. He quietly coos, before settling down, clutching his stuffie close to him. She smiles before kissing him on the forehead and then she makes her way back over to you.

   She nervously plays with her fingers, “Uhm, this room has only one bed, so I can make myself a nest and sleep there tonight if you'd prefer.”

  “It's fine Nat, we can share the bed.” you say with a shake of your head, “Not like we haven’t done so before. Yeah it's been a few years, but we’ll be alright.”

   She smiles fondly and nods, a bit of excitement growing in her at the aspect of having you so close, “We always had so much fun sleeping over at Wandas. I always wondered why Vision and Bruce always seemed so jealous of Carol, Jen and you. I guess we know why now.”

   At the mention of the unhinged Alpha, your eyes carefully scan her face, and you can feel anger building in you. You gently let your thumb trace along her bruised jaw line and split lip, “Would he hurt you alot?”

   She nods, “I didn’t like listening to him or his rules. I didn’t act how he wanted, I wasn’t submissive and I fought back. I didn’t show him love or affection like he wanted. I refused to claim him. He didn’t like any of that. When I didn’t act how he deemed an Omega should, it made him feel inadequate. He didn’t want me as a mate, he wanted to control me, and it made him angry that I wouldn’t just willingly comply. So he took that anger out on me.”

   You frown, and wrap your arms around her protectively. She sighs as she rests against you. She feels safe in your embrace, protected and loved. She wants nothing more than to stay like this, to have you hold her and never let go. You rub soothing circles on her back, a silent way to relax her so she can continue to tell you about what she endured if she wished.

   “It…it wasn’t always by hitting me. Sometimes he’d pull my hair, push me, shout at me, belittle me, call me names, force me into a more submissive position, or keep me from leaving the house. But yesterday…yesterday was different. He did most of those things, but he also threatened me.”

   The rage you feel upon learning how he treated her is indescribable. She's so amazing and lovable and he was out here making her miserable and treating her like she was nothing. If Carol hadn’t had him arrested you’d march yourself over to his house and break his face with a hammer.

   Not wanting to frighten her, you bite back a growl, “What did he say, Nat?”

   “He…he said he was going to force me to carry his pup again, and that if I didn’t claim him then he’d never let me see Wanda again.” she admits, letting her tears fall freely

   This time you do growl, but thankfully it doesn’t frighten her, “I should have killed the bastard.”

   Suddenly the pup whines, and thinking you woke him, your attention immediately moves to him. Natashas doesn't, as she is familiar with the sound and she knows it means he's just dreaming. But as you look away from her to glance at the sleeping pup, her eyes fall upon your many bandages and guilt swims within her stomach once more.

   Your focus is removed from Dima when Natashas hand softly touches your shoulder and as you look at her, her worried green eyes stare back, “How badly did he hurt you?”

   “It's nothing, really Nat.” you try, but her eyes bore into yours. You sigh, “Well I’m covered in more glas cuts than I can count. My left hand has a small fracture, he split my eyebrow open, he dislocated my nose, and dislocated my shoulder.”

   Her brows furrow, “I’m so sorry. This was all my fault.”

   Her breath hitches as your one hand strokes her cheek, “This wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong, Nat.”  

    “It is my fault.” she replies, shaking her head, “He knows how I feel about you, that's why he went after you.”

   “You…you have feelings for me?” you ask, wide eyed and dumbfounded. She nods, “What kind of feelings?”

   It’s now or never she decides, and she can’t live with never knowing, “I… I uhm…” She swallows harshly as she squeezes her own fingers to keep her anxiety at bay, “I want you, Alpha.”

   Her words come out as merely a whisper, but you hear them loud and clear. And though happiness fills you, so does your guilt. You don’t feel worthy of her. Not after making her go through all of Bruce's torment alone. You failed her and so she got hurt by Bruce, how were you worthy to care for her, to protect her, to love her? She notices your hesitancy and her anxiety only grows.

   “Please Alpha. I can be a good Omega, I promise, I can. I can be good for you. I can behave.” she begs, tears building in her eyes

   Anger builds in you once more as you realize this is something Bruce has taught her, or rather forced upon her. You silently think about how good it would feel to take a baseball bat to his nice shiny new sports car before taking it to his shins, then his head.

   You gently brush a tear from her cheek, “You are a good Omega, Natasha. No matter what you do, as long as you're just being yourself, you're a good Omega. Always.”

   “Please, Y/n…please don’t go on that date with Sharon.” she pleads, grasping onto your hand as if her life depended on it, “Please, just stay here. Stay with me instead.”

      Her lip quivers as more tears fall, she still hasn’t heard what she had hoped for and she's full of fear that you’ll reject her. You can read her anxiety like an open book and it makes you feel terrible. You can’t stand to see her so upset, especially when you know it's been your doing. So, you swallow your doubt and decide action, not words, is the way to go.

   You gently grab her chin, moving her to face you. Her eyes anxiously scan your face for any sign of your reaction, but all she sees is you. Suddenly, your lips meet hers in the softest kiss she's ever had, and she eagerly kisses you back. As your hands cup her face, she wraps her arms around your neck. She never wants this kiss to end, it's better than anything she could have imagined. It's perfect.

   You pull away from her lips for air and she can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, and her hold on your neck tightness slightly as if she's afraid to let you go. You chuckle at her cuteness before resting your forehead against hers. 

   “You're the Omega I want. Not Sharon. It’s always been you.”

   At your admission she can’t help the tears of happiness that slide down her cheeks. She quickly engulfs you in a hug, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck so she can freely breathe in your scent. She's always loved it, it's like the forest after it rains with a hint of leather. Without hesitation your strong arms wrap around her, and she softly squeals when you pick her up. Her legs wrap around your torso as you carry her to the bed, pulling the blankets back before you sit down gently, allowing her to stay in your lap as you pull the blankets around you both to cuddle.

   Once settled, she pulls away from your neck, and pure adoration shines in her eyes before she surges forward to kiss you again. Her hands rest on your shoulders as yours land on her waist, pulling her closer to you. Now that she knows what your touch is like she can’t help but let her thoughts wander. What would your hands feel like on her bare skin? What would they feel like on her thighs, hips, ass, or breasts? 

   Reluctantly she pulls away from you, panting lightly as she catches her breath. You smile at her and her heart flutters at the sight. There's so much adoration and love in your eyes, and now she knows it's all reserved for her. She wraps her arms back around you in a sweet embrace, resting her head against your shoulder as she does so. You return her embrace, softly threading your fingers through her hair and you smile as she begins to purr for you.

   “It’s always been you, too. I love you, Y/n.” she finally admits as happiness fills her

   “I love you too Natasha, so much.”

   She hugs you a little tighter, settling into your hold. Still, as comfortable as she is, as a mother she has to ask, “You're ok with me keeping Dima, right? I know he's not yours, but I love him so much. I could never be without him. I couldn’t bear to let Bruce raise him.” 

   “Of course Natty. I would never turn him away. I love him just like I love you. I’m honored that you trust me with him, and I would be honored to help you raise him.”

   She beams at the new nickname and her heart swells at your admission, she knows that for you to help raise him it means you intend on claiming her and she couldn’t be happier. Her pup is sound asleep and safe in his little nest and she's cuddled up with you, her loving Alpha. Nothing could compare to this feeling, except maybe the feeling that is sure to come over her when she receives your mark.

   “You really are the best Alpha.” she tells you, kissing you once more, “I can’t wait to fully be yours.”

   You chuckle, “Neither can I. Maybe tomorrow we can convince Lena to spend a day with her nephew, hm?”

   Her heart races. Could she really be with you as soon as tomorrow after all these years of waiting and wanting? She nods enthusiastically, “I’ll call her.”

   In her excitement she fumbles to remove herself from your embrace, so you help her turn around in your lap. You smile as she leans back against your chest, purring as she dials her sister's number.

   “Is everything ok?” Yelena quickly asks as she answers

  “Mhm, everything is absolutely perfect.” she replies

   Yelena chuckles at her sister's blissful tone, “Oh? And why is that?”

   Her eyes glance back at you before she replies, “Ona menya lyubit! Ona khochet byt' moyey, i ona khochet pretendovat' na menya! Ona dazhe rada pomoch' mne vyrastit' Dimu!(She loves me! She wants to be mine and she wants to claim me! She's even excited to help me raise Dima!)”

   “YES!” Yelena shouts, doing a small dance, thankful that no one can see her, “Oh that is wonderful news! I’m very proud of you for finally telling her! I'm so glad you finally get to be happy. I'm so glad you got your Alpha.”

   Natasha smiles wide, “I’m really glad too! So, uhm, do you think you can watch Dima tomorrow?”

   Yelena smiles, knowing her sister is blushing at asking this question, “Yes, of course. I would be more than happy to watch him so you can be with your Alpha.”

   Natashas smile gets impossibly wider, “Thank you so much sestra(sister)! 

   She laughs, “It’s no problem at all, you know I love you both. Whatever you need I’m here.”

   “I love you too, and I know. You know I’m always here for you too.”

   “I know sestra(sister). Now go be with your Alpha.” she says with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

   As she hangs up you snake your arms around her waist, pulling her flush against you. Her purr returns as you rest your chin on her shoulder, and her eyes flutter as you nuzzle against her scent gland. You slowly breathe in her honey and raspberry scent before placing a gentle kiss on the area. She hums as you settle back into nuzzle against her and she swears her heart might burst from how full of love she feels.

   She hasn’t been this happy in so long, she can only imagine the way Wanda would react- oh my god she has to tell Wanda! She quickly pulls her phone back out and opens up her texts.

   Nat: You were right. Thanks for pushing me past my anxiety. 

   Wans: Wait!! Does this mean what I think it does?!

   Nat: Y/ns my Alpha ❤️ We make it official tomorrow. 

   She can practically hear the way the Sokovian is screaming in excitement right now. Poor Vision, he probably got so startled and confused. Or maybe not, maybe he just expects that sort of thing from her by now. 

   Wans: Congrats dorogoy(sweetheart)! I’m so excited for you! 

   Nat: Thanks Wans, I’m excited too! Never been happier honestly.

   Wans: I’m glad, you deserve happiness and I just know you’ll be happy together

   Wans: Now stop texting me and be with your Alpha. We’ll talk later.

   Nat: Talk later Wans. And thanks again, I owe you. And Yelena.

   The smile Natasha wears as she turns back around in your lap to face you is something you know you’ll treasure. You’e never seen it so bright, not even before Bruce. Sure you've seen her smile and be happy, but this was different. And it warms your heart to know it's because of you.

   “Wandas happy for us.” she tells you, brushing a hair behind your ear

   You hum, “Oh I’m sure she is. She had been harassing me for quite some time back in college about this. About us.”

   “Really?”

   “Yup” you confirm with a nod, “I really thought I messed it up by not listening to her back then. I thought I lost you.”

   Her eyes soften, “Never. I’m yours. Only yours.”

  You smile as you lay back in the bed, allowing her to practically curl up on your chest, “I’m yours too, Natty. And I promise, I’ll never treat you like he did. I’ll take good care of you and Dima.”

  She relishes in the warm feeling that has once again overtaken her at your admission and she cups your face, “And I’ll take good care of you, my Alpha.”

   You smile and kiss the tip of her nose as, “I know you will. You have such a kind and caring nature, my Omega. Dima is a very lucky pup to have you as his mama”

   She nervously chews her lip, “Maybe, once we get settled together, we can have more lucky pups?”

   Your eyes widen at her implication, “You really want to have my pups?”

   “Of course I do, Alpha. I want to have a family together, wanna give Dima some siblings.” she admits before chewing on her lip nervously, “Do you want that too?”

   “Yes” you quickly nod, knowing you’d put one in her right now if that's what she wanted and if Dima wasn’t in the corner, “I’d love that Natty, to have our own little pack. Just imagine Dima waddling about as your belly grows with pup, we’d be in our own house with a yard big enough for a playground. Our bedroom would have a special area specifically for your nest as well as a bed for us. Our little ones could sleep, curled up with us until they get bigger. Would you like that?”

   She nods, purring as she listens to you dream about your future together, “I’d love that. All it needs to be perfect is a cat.”

   You chuckle, kissing the top of her head, “Then I will absolutely buy you one, Omega.” 

    She smiles, enamored with how devoted to her you already are, and she of course was the same way with you, “I love you”

   “I love you too. Now let's get some rest, ok?”

   She sleepily nods, cuddling into you as she holds you tightly and you hold her tightly in return, “Goodnight Y/n.”

   “Goodnight, Natty.”

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oohhhh these are always super cute!!!

so idk how to make them side by side bUt the one on top is irl and the one below is me online. irl me rn is in a sweater and a bun bUt I do normally look kind of like the one below when I get all dressed up no cat ears obvi lol but ye this was fun to do!!!

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tagging some wonderful authors that I adore 🥰❤️

hi! i saw this picrew going around on twitter n wanted to bring it here :):)

irl vs online persona !

link to picrew here !

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Hello my lovely mutual 💓 💗 May I request a super fluff filled story with Jotun Loki x female reader inspired by the prompt : You have to pay a toll first, and the only accepted payment is kisses!!! Hope your doing well btw don't push yourself too hard.

You ask I write, dearest 💖w💖

That prompt is SO cute and flirty omg!!💚💚

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Jotun!Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being in love is no easy, specially when your beloved lives and manages a frozen rock on another realm.

Warnings: FLUFF.

Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami @lokiprompts

Worthy

That was the day, he built enough character to do it, he was going to make a move on you.

Ever since he met you he has been constantly working on a plan to ask you out, but due to the distance, given that he was correcting the disaster that his father's reign had caused upon Jotunheim, he had to be absent.

You missed him, his laugh, the way he scooped you up with his big hands, the coolness of his skin, the way his eyes shone whenever he spoke of something he liked. Thor was around far more than him, you kinda got a bit angry at it, but what ignited all the fire inside you was the million promises Loki sent you with Thor, saying that he will make time, or that was trying to finish his duties early, or the worse one yet: "He's trying to fight off an arranged marriage".

It's not that you two had a relationship per se, but all that fooling around had to be something else, or so you thought.

Maybe you made up that idea, maybe he was just being friendly. In any case, the excuses ended when you told Thor you weren't going to stand it anymore. Thor tried to excuse Loki all over again, but even he knew that your patience had a narrow limit, even more so since he had been away for a year.

You two had spent three months together, nothing more than the sheets as the only thing keeping you apart. There wasn't a single moment that he didn't had his lips on your body, it started on the back of your hand, then he went everywhere else.

He had you right where he wanted, and when he saw a way out he left, sending Thor to make you believe that he was going to come back and resume what you had.

"Nat, I beg you, just tell me if I made it up in my head" you asked your friend Natasha, she somehow was the most reasonable to talk to, she kept you down to earth when you fantasize too much, because of that maybe you failed to treat mature issues as a serious matter.

"He did seemed to be into you, but I didn't spent as much time, what does your instincts say?" that was the thing, you heart leaped anytime you thought of him, but your logic was angry, you felt used, like a three months one night stand, your inner voice told you to forget him and move on. But why it wasn't as easy as it should be?

“I kind of want him back, but at the same time I want to forget we even spoke. I don’t know, I’m so done with this!” she hummed, “Do what you think you should do, I think if I give you advise you’re going to ignore it completely, like always” she nudged you playfully, “I do not! Besides, I doubt he will be back at all”.

"You will swoon when you see him back” She smirked, “Not after this, he can’t be that busy, and I won’t take another excuse” then, you heard a few loud steps and his sweet voice filled the air.

“Not even ‘sorry my dear, Thor broke the Bifrost’?” you looked behind you, there he was. “No” you turned against the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, “Apologies my darling, I didn’t intended for you to be missing me this long” he went around the couch and kneeled next to you, flowers in hand and a lovely smile, but you were still keeping up the game.

“Bold of you to assume I missed you at all” his heart clenched, "Well, I missed you, terribly so" you took the flowers as he leaned to give them to you, "Loki I need to know, those three months meant something to you?"

"Of course it meant something, everything, all this time I was thinking what to say when I see you again" 'He did? Focus' "Did...did you felt it?... the same I mean" You nodded, caressing softly the fur on his coat, "Yes, and… I did missed you".

There was no hesitation in your voice, just a little embarrassment creeping up your cheeks, "Am I pardoned if I do this?" He pushed himself up with his hands on each side of your thighs, slowly reaching your face. He took a minute to study your reaction before he leaned into your lips.

“Perhaps” you whispered into the kiss.

He contained a bit of roughness in matters of pressure, but as soon as you leaned into him, and your arms went around his neck passed his shoulders, he threw the self-control out the window.

He took your thighs in his hands, pulled you over the edge of the couch a bit, "Come on, let's go get some food, whatever you want, then we'll catch up and cuddle?" she kissed your cheek and ran her hand through your hair, "Maybe some burritos, while you tell me all about Jotunheim?" he smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Whatever you want my dear" seeing him walk towards the door, it was like the day he left, "I promise I'll be back soon" he said and ended up disappearing for a year! "Wait!" your voice sounded a little high-pitched, he stopped short as he watched you run to the door, blocking his way.

"Hang on right there, icy-hot, there's no way you're going out this door" you said sternly, "Oh? Why not?" his smirk made you smile, "You have to pay a toll first, and the only accepted payment is kisses!" he burst out laughing, “That was, so smooth my darling, you just reminded me why” kisses were spread all over your face as he spoke.

"Why what?" talking was a bit hard when a frost giant is smushing your cheeks. Suddenly he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you in for a kiss, "Why I like you so much" he pinched you cheek, "You're so damn cute when you flirt!" he loved when you scrunched your nose when you’re being cute, “Omg! LOKI” you squealed.

“I can’t believe you left for a year” he widened his eyes, “Wait, it was a year for you?!” he totally forgot tomes works different on earth, “I-I left a few months ago, oh norns! I’m so sorry, Y/n you have every right to be upset with me, I should’ve sent you a message” he offered you his arm, not to hook it with yours but for you to jump on.

“You did, Thor passed me down your excuses” by the look on his face, you knew, “I haven’t spoken with Thor in a while, love” he took your hand and placed a tender kiss, “He probably wanted to help a brother out on this, but HE’S SO DEAD!” you giggled, “Kill him later, I have you back and there’s no way you’re leaving my side” making you his queen will have to wait, he wanted to get to know you better, for now he was going to tell you everything. “As my lady commands, I’m all yours” he would give up everything just to see that smile, your smile.

“Are you still mad at me? Or am I worthy of your attention, my dearest?” he let you down on your bed after a well deserved meal and pampering, “I think so, leaving Thor hanging from the post in his underwear was a great idea” he spooned you, hugging your body as close as he could, “I’m so glad to be back” you kissed his chin, “I’m happy you’re here”.