#nat novel writing month and I'm writing about the Nat novel

[albatris]

no natnowrimo update today because I did uhhhh no work but that's fine. that's fine

[unholyhelbig]

Romanov smut??

[This is 18+, if you are a minor DO NOT INTERACT, I will report you.]

Title: Spin Cyle

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff

Warnings: Top!Natasha, Dom!Nat, Definate Mommy kink, semi-public sex, swearing, fingering (R recieving), derogatory names, pet names, Dom/sub dynamic, finger sucking, slight bimbofication if you squint [lmk if I'm missing anything], horrible grammar.

Summary: Reader is working the overnight shift at the laundromat when a mysterious stranger comes in with motives that are clear from the start.

[A/n: And so what if I have thing for laundromats? They're comforting, okay? I like writing fluff but sometimes you just really have to get in there. ]

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Spic & Span was one of the only laundromats left in a city that swarmed around a university, so it was always teeming with people. Between classes, students with headphones on and powder laundry soap would occupy the tables that pockmarked the large space.

No washer nor dryer were the same; some were a beautiful turquoise, with rusted patches on the front. Others were a sickly olive green that had once been coveted among housewives. They all seemed to function perfectly despite their age; but it was your job to make sure they did just that.

The usual shift you worked was 8:00pm to 8:00am, and aside from the stray kid here or there, it was mostly a silent endeavor. Since starting six months ago you had torn through at least fifteen novels, and when you grew bored of that, you moved onto movies that would hold your attention until the small bell above the door sounded.

You’d learned quickly that when people were doing their laundry, they were looking for peace. It was a tedious chore and the last thing they needed was someone breathing down their neck. Sometimes, there was the occasional person who was looking to chat, which you obliged to eagerly in order to break the silence.

It had been a clear, but cold, evening when she first came in. With none of the machines in use, the only mechanical buzz came from the vending machine in the corner that offered up stale snack-cakes and off brand soda.

Out of habit, when the bell sounded, you leaned back in the office chair and peaked around the doorframe into the main space. You were designated to the small room that had a desk, and place to sit, but was mainly a storage closet. The mini-fridge was sidled up next to a mop bucket that smelled so thickly of musk, no one tended to use either.

The woman didn’t look familiar to you. Over time you had gotten to know the regulars, and you were certain that you would remember her. Even under the harsh overhead lights, you clocked her beautiful complexion, her focused green eyes as she dug in her pockets for change. Her hair was an electrifying red, lips pursed together in frustration.

She didn’t’ have a laundry basket with her, nor her own soap. It seemed as if she were entirely unprepared to do any type of wash, and that made your fingers twitch nervously. You watched, cheeks heating up, as she stripped her shirt off and loaded it into the machine.

Goosebumps rose on her perfect skin, yet, she didn’t’ seem to mind; and holy shit, she was sporting a tight pack of abs. She shimmied her pants off and you forced yourself to look away. This was wrong. Admiring a gorgeous figure was one thing, but you refused to let your eyes linger.

Instead, you went back to your book, reading the same paragraph over and over again. None of the words were sticking. All you could think about was the curve of the woman’s mouth, how good it would feel to have it kiss every inch of your body, leaving little bruises in her wake. You were hopeless.

“Excuse me?”

The book flew from your hands, crashing onto the linoleum as you placed both feet firmly on the floor. She had been quiet in her endeavor to find you, to find anyone. It was nearly unnerving how she had wandered over undetected.

She was clad in a black lace bra and a pair of sweatpants that hugged her tightly and left little to the imagination. The amount of skin she was showing didn’t seem to bother her as much as it had flustered you.

“I think the soap dispenser ate my quarters.”

“Yeah, yes, uh” You shot to your feet at a dizzying speed “it does that. I have… key.”

She lifted both of her eyebrows at you, and you swore that you saw her smirk. You scooted past her, and she made no attempt to move. You could feel her body heat, your front pressing against hers. You did your best to mentally scold yourself for the reaction your body had to the proximity of hers. She smelled like vanilla, like something more biting that you couldn’t place your finger on. The stranger tracked your every movement.

“Just you tonight?” She asked, voice lilted.

You hummed nervously in response before heading over the small manual vending machine that would dispense little packets of soap if you had chosen to use it on the right day. She followed closely behind you, and you felt her heated stare as you unlocked the case.

“Pick your poison.”

“Mm, what do you recommend?”

“Um,” You turned, her eyes were glinting mischievously, arms crossed over her chest. It  was almost painful keeping yourself modest in this situation. You refused to let them wander, but squeezed your thighs together to dispel the thoughts. “Tide.”

“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you?”

The woman reached forward and grabbed the suggested package. She didn’t’ wait for your response. Instead, she sauntered back over to her machine.

Your mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, and it was hard to lock the soap back up without fumbling. You’d dropped the keys twice before picking them up and succeeding in your task. Building up the confidence, you turned to ask if the woman needed anything else, but were once again, stilled in your movements.

She shimmied out of her sweatpants in a painstakingly slow manner. It was deliberate, you were sure, and if you weren’t than the salacious eye contact she made with you while straightening up and throwing her sweatpants in with the rest of her load confirmed it.

She was wearing the slightest bit of fabric in a black lace that matched her bra. Your eyes betrayed you, scouring her head to toe for any imperfection, but you found none. She was utterly perfect.

This had to be some type of test. There were hidden cameras somewhere and your overnight job that paid you a measly 7.50 an hour was trying to test your morals. This was the devil, and she was in lingerie, lilting her head at you expectantly.

“Damn it all,” She cooed, frowning down at the machine “It seems I don’t know how to work this thing at all. Every machine is different, you know? I might need a little help.”

Fuck.

You must not have moved because a few moments later she let out a breathy chuckle. “That is your job, isn’t it?”

“Certainly.”

She smelled like spiced coffee, something you caught a whiff of because she didn’t attempt to step back when you joined her. There was an immense body heat radiating from her, and you fought back a whimper when her hand touched the base of your spine. She was peering over your shoulder. She simply hadn’t pressed start- but you weren’t going to tell her that.

Instead, you savored the sparingly tantalizing touch and hit the button yourself. A low whirring filled the room. It was a sound that you were more than familiar with. The cycles of the washing machine were counted as easily as your own breaths.

“Dense, aren’t you?”

“hmm?”

You felt your cheeks redden as you turned to face her. Your back was flush against the machine, replacing her hand on your spine. You instantly missed her touch. She was so close to you now, but still took another step closer as if you could climb into the washer to avoid her.

“Sweet girl, I’ve thrown every hint at you in the book.” Her fingers came up to the collar of your shirt, dancing at its hem, right past the fabric until they left blazing trails on your collarbone. You clenched your eyes shut, letting out a shuttered exhale. “While I do love a woman with manners, must I ask?”

“I’m not sure I… understand.”

She whispered against your lips, not quite touching “You’re much too tightly wound, darling. Do you want mommy to take care of you?”

No one has ever asked you this before. Most of your partners, while satisfying, wouldn’t dare murmur anything close to what this stranger had just said. And you were much too shy to ask. Instead, you settled for spicy romance novels, and a magic wand that never seemed to itch that insatiable scratch.

“Don’t be so shy now. I saw the novel you were reading earlier. It’s just such a coincidence that it’s just the two of us here.”

Your forehead was pressed against hers and you stared into intense fern-colored eyes. God, you wanted her to take you right here, right now. There was something much too scandalous about fucking in the open, a feeling that you wanted to capture and savor.

“All you have to do is ask.”

You swore there was a slight Russian lilt to her voice. The more she got worked up, the more in was shining through. Her breath was quickening in pace with yours, the proximity of her making you press your thighs together to quell the excitement that threatened to drip through the fabric of your pants.

“Please,”

Her hand came up and gripped your chin in a fluid movement, manicured fingers squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “Please what, Kotenok? What do you need from mommy?”

“Touch me,” It came out as a whimper that was much too desperate for you liking, “I need to feel you.”

An animalistic growl rumbled in her throat before she pushed her mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. You parted your lips, groans muffled by her tongue swirling around your mouth. She tasted like coffee, the same you had smelled earlier.

She reached down and ripped your shirt open, the pearlescent buttons popping away and scattering under the many machines around you both. You didn’t have much time to protest the destruction of your shirt before she palmed your breasts.

There was a mischievous look in her eyes at the front latching bra you wore. “Wow, you really are a little desperate slut, aren’t you?”

She unhooked and discarded the garment before you could get out more than a hungry noise. Her lips attached to one of your nipples, her hand grasping the other breast and giving it an almost-painful squeeze. You arched your back, pushing more of yourself into her hot mouth. Her tongue licked away the goosebumps raising against your skin in response to her ministrations.

You would have done just about anything for her at this moment, her fingers delicately ghosting over your stomach at the waistline of your jeans. Each shuttered breath pushed you closer to her.

In a swift movement she lifted you onto the top of the washing machine. You weren’t prepared for the bout of strength, nor the spin cycle that was happening below you. Another whimper escaped you and she looked at you with a wolfish smile.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t you dare think about cuming on top of an appliance.” She squeezed your hip and you took the cue to lift yourself enough for her to pull your jeans down and discard them with your panties. “Though, it appears your wet enough at the idea.”

A downright beautiful woman had you sweating and naked on top of a washing machine, promising to take care of your every need, no matter how salacious it was. Of course you were wet, dripping, actually.

Still, you flushed when she worked a single finger up your slit, testing it for herself. You shivered at the simple gesture, falling close to her. You felt her chuckle at your expense. “Mm, Kotenok, so desperate.”

Her thumb brushed against your cheek, you could smell your own sex on her fingers. She’d barely touched you, yet they were soaked. They traced your lips and you parted them on the silent command. There was a satisfied look on her eyes, at how easily you had folded for her.

You sucked her fingers, never breaking eye contact. Her stare was starving. “God, you’d look amazing choking on my strap, darling. I’m sure it’d stretch you out nicely.”

You groaned against her fingers, something that sounded along the lines of ‘fuck’ escaped you. Her other hand dipped lower, a gentle touch brushing against your clit. Your breath hitched, and you fell forward, you head on her shoulder.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you garbled, careful not to bite down on her fingers, but thankful that they muffled your expletives. “I want to cum.”

“Mm, but darling, you have to let mommy have her way with you, no matter how long it takes. That’s what good little whores do. That’s what toys do.”  

God, you’d do exactly that, anything to sate the need that made you want to buck desperately against the machine under you. It’s vibrations were slowing, but that didn’t stop your crude wanting to climax.

Without warning, the woman inserted a single digit into you. A gasp sounded around her fingers. She curled her touch inside of you and you pressed further into her. A fine sheen of sweat coated you both, the laundromat hot during the late summer night.

“You’re so tight.” She chuckled again, “Are you sure you can handle another?”

“Yes,”

“Yes what, pet?”

“Yes… Mommy.”

She was conditioning you with her words, and that much was clear, but you didn’t seem to care. This stranger had sauntered into your place of work and now had you under her full command with a few simple touches and an effective edging technique.

Another finger pushed into you, and you started to push down further into her. You weren’t sure what she saw in you that made her approach you like this. It had to be more than the novel, plenty of people indulged in smut. Maybe it was the desperation- your need to please in the most mundane of situations.

“Good girl,” she growled against the small of your neck, finally pulling her fingers from your swollen lips. You missed their taste, their feel against your tongue. “I’m sure you can handle a third, you desperate little slut.”

“I can,” You stuttered, tightening around her as she did just as promised. She flexed them inside you, drawing a whorish moan from the back of your throat. The woman started to pump slowly, at first, in and out of you until you felt something build in your core.

You hugged her close, the scratchy fabric of her bra pressing against your nipples, drawing them to points with their expert pressure. The sensation was phenomenal, something you never wanted to end. You hugged her close, your nails digging into the warm expanse of her back.

“Ask nicely, sweet girl.” She growled in your ear.

“Can I please cum?” You clenched your eyes shut, she quickened her pace, the word came out broken, but you didn’t care if you sounded like you were pleading, you absolutely were. “please. I’ll do anything.”

You could feel her smile against your shoulder “Go on, slut. Cum all over Mommy’s fingers.”

Her declaration was all you needed to finally give in to her attentive movements. The feeling that was building so deliciously in your core finally released in the most mind-boggling orgasm you had ever had. You silenced your own scream in her shoulder, but it could only do so much. You were thankful it was just the two of you in here, or your shame may have overtaken you.

She continued to pump in and out of you with her fingers, flexing and curling them expertly as you rode out your climax. You were shaking against her, nearly crying into the small of her neck when she pulled out of you entirely, wiping the slick on her fingers against your thighs.

Perhaps too kindly, she let you breathe against her for a moment, catching your bearings, her hand dragging against your bare back with a comforting amount of pressure. She was proud of herself, that much was clear in her movements. She knew in that moment that she was the best you had ever had; quite possibly the one person who you’d compare all the rest to.

The washer let out an unceremonious beep that had you chuckling, finally pulling back enough to see the woman’s face, shocked to see a bit of admiration behind her eyes. She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at you.

“Hm,” she hummed, giving you a dazzlingly genuine smile. “I guess the spin cycle is over.”

[awakandanavenger]

Hey I saw that your taking request so here I am ! By the way How are u ? How was your day ?

My idea was a story with Natasha an x reader i heard it a long time ago. So Nat and the reader are in a relationship and the reader squezze Nat hand 2 time very gently several time a day and multiple days. Nat never question it at first but then one time she ask her and the reader just froz and keep being silent u know. So nat just let it go and it the end of the day Reader explain that that her way to say I love you without saying the actually words because its hard for her to tell that she love her.

And u can finish it the way u want to ! Love u ! Have a nice day !

I Show It, Don't Say it (Natasha x gn!reader)

Word Count = 432 (roughly, also sorry it's so short. I also tried to keep it as close as possible but not sure if some bits changed.)

A/N - I NEVER proofread my works even on Wattpad I never proofread! So, apologies for any errors and I expect there will be some. I am also trying to write in present tense as I usually write in past tense so this is definitely a change.

A/N - Thanks for the request. This was out of my comfort zone but it's fun to explore new ways of writing which may come in handy for my novel I am writing. And my day has been mostly boring tbh, lectures but oh well. I have no lectures tomorrow or Wednesday so I can write more fics! And hope you all have a nice day too! :)

I’ve been dating Natasha Romanoff for a while now. Two months to be exact and things are starting to get serious now. The only problem is, I want to tell her I love her but I’m just to scared to. So, for now, I have decided to find other ways to let her know just how I feel. I think it's working because we seem to be in a better place than ever!

Right now, I'm out on a walk with Nat hand in hand. We walk in a comfortable silence. Without even realising, I squeeze Nat's hand every now and then. Why? Like I said before, I want to tell her I love her but I'm just too terrified. The possibility of rejection lingers in my mind if I say it out loud. One thing to know about me is I am an over thinker and this is one of the many situations I overthink and generally come up with my worst outcomes in my mind.

The silence is broken when Nat starts speaking. "I have to ask. What's with all the little gestures you do?" "What do you mean?" I ask hoping the conversation I've been putting off for so long isn't about to creep up. "Like when you squeeze my hand every so often. I'm just curious as to what the reason for that is." Yep there it is. Crap. This is it then. I either tell her how I feel or make something completely ridiculous up to avoid the subject which can only have disastrous outcomes. Then again so can actually confessing. So, I may as well come right out and say it.

"You wanna know why I do small gestures such as that?" I ask and she nods waiting for my answer. I take a deep breath trying to stop a panic attack from forming. "It's because I love you." I simply say. Nat freezes and now and is staring me right through my soul. "You do?" She asks unsure of what to say. "I do and I show it, don't say it."

Natasha goes silent again but this time she is deep in thought. This is probably the part where she is going to reject me. But to my shock, she instead takes my hand back in hers and we start walking again but I did not fail to notice the gentle squeeze she gives to my hand. All my fear of rejection has now gone out of the window knowing that she loves me back. Needless to say, the rest of the walk is very peaceful.

A/N - Hope you all enjoyed it. Again sorry it's so short. I need to work at making my fics longer especially if I'll be doing more on here.

[mitchell-nihil]

Writeblr intro!

Hello! I go by Nihil, I've been here for about three months, and I'm redoing my writeblr intro since my first one just isn't what I wanted it to be.

About My Writing

Okay, disclaimer, I'm not a novel writer! The stuff I do write is planning and scripts for comics I am planning on making.

My absolute favourite genre is superpowers, specifically mixed with action. This is probably why I've felt more drawn to comics as it's a vastly more popular genre than it is in written works.

I currently only have two WIP, both original stories. My favourite of the two is the aforementioned golden duo for me, superpowers and action. The others a fantasy-mystery-romance kinda thing.

About Me

I'm 17, from Canada. I've been writing since I realised it was something that people did and that books didn't just spawn out of the ether. Big on Japanese media, manga's and anime and the likes. Favourite anime are Licoris Recoil, Buddy Daddies and No.6, and favourite manga is Chainsaw Man.

My WIPs!

Blue Cataclysm

"Eramos Varma, the halfling son of an important religious figure among humans, and Cyrus, a halfling spy working for elves, meet through a kidnapping and get wrapped up in the investigation of a cult threatening them both."

You'll see a lot of art for this, since I'm trying to actually prepare to make the damn thing. Era is the guy I post that is freakishly tall and has dark blue hair, and Cyrus is the one thats kinda buff and has short, white-blond hair (not to be confused with Nat, the one with long white hair).

The Pandora Program

"The Pandora Program is a project run by the government to help juvenile criminals, among the small percent of the population with special powers, take time off their jail sentences by doing dirty work for the government. Varen Voclain is an interesting recent addition to this program, charged with multiple counts of terrorism, murder and assault after trying to go out for lunch with his mother."

Varen and Nathair, or Nat, are the main characters, but really there's five. Varen is a red-head and has a big scar across his nose bridge, Nat has long white hair and wears a face mask. Atlas is the one with brown hair and forearm crutches, Stelle is the short blonde one with the black hoodie and Charlotte has purple hair and six arms.

These always end up longer than I want them to be, but I figured it'd be useful to show some art as well since that's half my blog.

Cyrus

Era

Stelle :)

Varen but you can't really tell it's him

Era again, but in a different style than the other drawings.

thanks for reading this far :)

[penelopecolinb]

Hi, nat! I became a big fan of POLIN after watching season 3 of BRIDGERTON, and for the past two months, I've been obsessed with everything about Polin and even reading your fanfiction! I don't read English very well, but with the help of a translator, I've been devouring all of your fics these past few weeks! The way you describe Polin’s relationship, Colin's character, and their intimacy is so sexy and mesmerizing, and I feel like this could only be done by you. I especially love the way you describe Colin's possessiveness and obsession, which is never unpleasant, but rather charming, because it shows his purity towards Penelope...

I have so many questions for you since you write such amazing fiction... I don't want to bother you, but if you have time, I'd love for you to answer them!

1. you wrote a fanfiction of Polin before season 3 was released, and I'm curious what it is about this couple that fascinated you! Are you a fan of the original show?

2. i was wondering how you viewed season 3, because despite the fact that your fic was written before season 3 was released, i felt that the Colin from the show and the Colin from your novel were very similar, especially in terms of Colin being insecure about Pen's love and being afraid that he wouldn't be a better man for her, and trying to hold on to her, even having sex with her right after they got engaged! I know that part 2 left fans disappointed in terms of length and other aspects, but do you think the show satisfied you?

3. last but not least...I was actually going to ask you if you'd be willing to release a new ONE SHOT fic during this Bonus Polin Week! Then I read your most recent one, SPARE HEART, and I found out that you're in a difficult situation to write fics. I'm so sad for you, but I hope your situation will turn out the way you want it to be soon. It's a great pain for me to know that my favorite fanfiction author is in a bad situation!

Your fics have given me so much comfort and strength!!! 🥺 I can't wait until you start posting fanfiction again! And I'm Korean, and I just wanted to let you know that in the Korean online community I'm in, there are a lot of compliments and mentions of your fics!! I love you!!! If I'm approved to join Ao3, I promise to leave comments and kudos on your fics in the future 😘😘

oh god my darling, thank you so so so much for this lovely message, my heart is so full 💖💖

i'll be happy to answer any questions you (or anyone else) might have!

yes, i was a casual viewer of the original series. i got into it even more when queen charlotte came out, and then i just started loving the angst of pen overhearing colin say that shit about never courting her. i went into a deep dive on polin ao3 and never came back!

im hesitant to answer any questions about the show because i dont want to be a hater. i didnt like a lot of the decisions the writers made - not just in part 2, but part 1 too. i think i'll leave it at that. i feel that thinking of the many many things that i wasn't satisfied by really overshadowed the few parts of the series i genuinely liked.

oh, bless your heart. thank you so much for your kind words. i'm trying to finish spare heart at the moment, and then i have a oneshot coming up (but not in polin week) for the polin x care for gaza raffle winner. and after that, i do have a few ideas i wanna start on! so hopefully i will be able to write, but probably not as frequently as i do now.

that is so insane to me, that the polin community in korea have an awareness of my fic and talk about it and really like it 😭😭😭😭😭 thank you for sharing that with me! im so so so glad that my fics have such a broad reach. please pass on my thanks to the lovely korean online community you're in!

i hope you, my lovely friend, have a wonderful, wonderful day!

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi there! Love your blog 💕 How and when did you get into Jake? What was your first film with him? The film that made you become a fan? Thanks!☺️

hiiiii! thank you, i'm happy to know you enjoy it! oh my god, you're giving me another opportunity to ramble? you're too generous! 🥰❤️ short answer: i started mostly around 2019 and the movie that did it for me is demolition. long answer? this novel i wrote below!

my first jake movie had to be prince of persia although i have no memory of watching it as a kid. i just know i did because my dad played the video game and this sounds like a movie he'd watch too. when prisoners came out on dvd in 2013, i asked my parents to rent the movie because i liked hugh jackman as wolverine. if wolverine is funny, that means prisoners will be funny too, right? WRONG. i was so wrong. i spent almost the entire movie hidden under a blanket, i remember the stares my parents gave me. i was so embarrassed. but i also remember that one good looking man on the screen, wink wink (or well, blink blink) the only jake movies i watched after that were love & other drugs and brokeback mountain. both made me cry, so i loved them. i would stay up late (back in the day when i thought midnight was late) and watch them on television. other than that, my life used to be a sad dark lonely gyllenvoid.

ah, the glorious day when i saw the poster for spider-man far from home. i took a photo, i made sure to crop the guy with the cape, i didn't care for him. pff. i wanted spider-man! i kept telling myself that there was this one dude in the trailer that reminded me of someone, but i couldn't replace him. until i connected the dots!!! that hello quentin / yeah hi honey scene had me shaking in my seat. i came home, i tried googling his name in five different spellings until i got it right. i asked a friend at the time if she knew about jake because i had this new crush on him and she was like "this crush isn't new, you just forgot he existed" (i was juggling with other famous hot men who are double my age, i was busy). so apparently i was into him and i didn't even know about it! anyway! i started looking through jake's tag for gifs and photos, then for fics, then i thought it'd be nice to make a blog to appreciate and reblog the fics (this is when i became a fan of nat and maria from afar! and now they're my friends and i love them so much). a few months after that, i was like sure why not maybe i can write my own stories too. i made this blog at the end of 2019 and here i am, five years later!!! my obsession for jake is stronger than ever.

i stuck to mysterio and jake fics for a while, his filmography was intimidating and it lacked in barbie movies so i was not THAT motivated to get through it at first. i kept an eye on movies that played on television for something he could be in and i found one: enemy. i know jake recently suggested enemy as one of the first movies of his to start with but i could not disagree more. the spiders? yeah no. enemy was my enemy. i saw that it played on a different channel, in english this time, so i gave it a shot. i was intrigued... i went to his wikipedia page and picked one of the shortest movies in his register: demolition. i've said it before and i'll say it again, i loved demolition so much that i watched it twice in the same evening. demolition is the movie that got me hooked. i couldn't understand how underrated it used to be, people barely brought it up! it almost made me forget the spider debacle of enemy, i just wanted to see more of jake.

i'm almost through with his entire filmography now! it's taken me a long time, but i'm proud of myself for watching so many movies that are out of my usual taste. it made me discover so many sides of jake's talent and so many characters that live rent free in my mind. if i could go back in time, i would still choose demolition as the great leap into the jake gyllenhaal multiverse. you didn't ask for all this rambling but shhhh details. i'm curious to know your answer to this question too!!! thank you again, anon! 💖💖💖

[queeenpersephone]

I’m deeply ironwidow starved any chance you could write a lil somethin somethin?? I will read anything you write. Anything. But for some inspo potentially Tony reacting to Natasha’s blonde hair?

hi love!! yes, ofc, i miss them too, so here is a little drabble just for you<3 pepper and tony are just friends in this universe btw. also thank you to lizzy for waking up my ironwidow with her wonderful writing!

-

When Tony stumbles off the spaceship, Nebula watching carefully from behind, it is straight into Natasha's and Pepper's arms.

"Taking me to Cap?" He slurs, starved and exhausted and hanging by a thread. "Gotta face consequences, huh, Na-ta-lie," he adds, breaking her old alias into its syllables. A taunt. A plea.

"No," Natasha says after exchanging a glance with Pepper. "No, you've faced enough."

With the last of his strength, he brings up a hand, bruised and dried-blood knuckles catching on a strand of short, bleach-blonde hair.

"You changed your hair," he manages before he slumps into their arms. Natasha's blood red lips are the last thing he sees before it all goes dark.

-

Natasha's hair grows out, over time. First, her roots. Then, an ombre-like color change around her neck. Finally, the only blonde is at the ends. She doesn't cut it.

She turns them all away at the door as she nudges him back to health. First, Clint, who sees with his own eyes that she is alright and knows not to ask about Tony. Then Steve, who speaks in a loud, desperate tone until Natasha whispers something in his ear that causes him to turn and leave, metaphorical tail between his legs. Bruce and Thor try, but they are not invited in. Rhodey and Pepper come and sit on the porch with him, tears in their eyes, holding his hands, but Natasha does not let them into their sanctuary.

The world has gone to shit, but Tony feels at peace in a space that Natasha has cultivated for them alone. He doesn't ask her, after everything, why. He's too afraid of the answer.

Instead, many months in, he asks: "Why don't you cut your hair?"

The words are abrupt, almost rude, piercing the veil of their bubble that exists outside the pain of the world.

"It's a reminder," she says. Simple. Easy. Vague.

"Of what?" He says, a blunt knife in the light.

She looks at him from her rocking chair on the porch, a tattered Russian novel in her hands. He has no such distraction; he came out here just to look at her.

"Of why I was wrong," she says, still vague.

"Nat," he says, still tired, still hungry, although not for something as straight-forward as food. "Level with me. I'm not going to kick you out." Again, he thinks.

"To hide," she finally elaborates. "I'm not a spy any longer. I won't hide."

He opens his mouth to question her further before snapping it shut, deciding to think before speaking. A novel move, he knows. But her honesty deserves his thoughtfulness.

He thinks about her hair when they met. Her neat, long locks and her pretty, tight dresses. A distraction. Her hair when they met again in Germany. Short, unadorned, militant. An agent. Her hair when the UN met about the accords. Soft, clean, approachable. A diplomat. Her hair when he stumbled off that ship. Straight, short, blonde. A disguise.

Her hair now. Imperfect, sometimes tangled, long and unstyled, messy buns and ponytails as she does the dishes with him, reads with him, takes him out on the lake on their little boat so he can yell at the fish that refuse to bite. Natasha without an angle. Natasha, waiting for him to look at her, truly look at her, and see her for who she is.

And despite everything, he will not disappoint her. "I see you," he says, dark gaze boring into her own, open green eyes. She isn't breathing as she gazes back, every muscle in her body tense. Finally, he breaks her gaze and goes inside. He comes back with scissors, sitting down, gesturing her over.

She sits in front of him, cross-legged, as he carefully cuts off the penance that she decided she had to pay. Once he's done, he'll tell her that she can leave, go be a hero, go save the world, let him recover alone.

When he's done, he opens his mouth. But before he can tell her to go, she turns, takes the scissors from his hands, and climbs up and into his lap.

"Okay?" She murmurs. He's in shock.

"A-always," he assents, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her settle. He wonders if they can grow roots here, sit here always. He knows with a sudden certainty that Natasha feels the same.

-

The next time Steve comes to see them, he doesn't get out of his car. He watches them for a moment, laughing together on their porch. He puts his car into reverse and drives away.

[woodenpicador]

woodenpicador: the masterlist (updated July 2023)

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I write fanfiction, primarily but not exclusively for Yellowjackets (2021). I've written a few multichapter fics and a few one-shots. I also post headcanons, rewatch notes, and so much more on Twitter. I'm hoping to use this space more!

Fics beneath the fold....

Yellowjackets (2021): Multichapters

natural habitats (13 chapters, WIP)

“Look, here’s the deal.” Nat leans forward and plants her hands on the table. “If we do this, you tell nobody, okay? Not Van, not Laura Lee, not Taissa or Lottie or Misty fucking Quigley, do you understand me?”

Shauna frowns, but says nothing.

“That means you don’t tell Jackie, either,” Nat says. “If that’s going to be a problem, then let me know and we can both start rehearsing for the spring musical now.”

Natalie Scatorccio is having a bad year. She’s not sleeping, her mom’s new boyfriend sucks, and a blown history test might bench her for the season. Luckily, Coach Martinez has an idea:

Tutoring.

From Shauna Shipman.

Fuck.

(shaunanat, alternating POV, novel-length WIP, E)

mes beaux amis (4 chapters, complete)

“It’s a party.” Jackie shouts a honeyed rupture into Shauna’s eardrum. “Have fun!”

Yeah, like Shauna Shipman can refuse Jackie Taylor much of anything.

Watching the best friend you’ve ever had constantly break up and get back together with a guy takes a toll on you. Especially when they like to celebrate their reunions by sucking face in front of everyone.

Shauna Shipman gets by with a little help from her friends.

(Or: Jeff is Shauna's worst reaction, but not her first.)

(shauna POV, angst/drama, explicitish, pre-canon, ~55k words - shauna/jackie, shauna/mari, shauna/tai, shauna/van, shauna/misty, shauna/lottie, shauna/nat, shauna & laura lee)

versez le sang (2 chapters, complete)

Shauna has done the math, knows her life expectancy tops out at seventy-eight or so—and that’s not accounting for what havoc has been wrought on her insides by nineteen months of scrounging, scavenging, praying, and all the horrible things that live in the spaces between those words. She’s got about fifty-six years of exactly this to go, give or take. She can do it. She has to. It’s no more than she deserves, no less than she owes.

She lasts a month.

Everyone said marrying Jeff Sadecki was a mistake, but they were wrong. Shauna Shipman doesn’t make mistakes. She doesn’t make anything.

Shauna breaks.

(Or: Shauna invites cataclysm in pursuit of closure.)

(shauna POV, angst (very dark), explicit, post-rescue (2001), ~23k words - shauna/jackie, shauna/jeff, shauna/tai, shauna/van, shauna/misty, shauna/lottie)

Yellowjackets (2021): One-Shots

demodocus on the radio

Shauna Shipman disappears two weeks before her wedding. This surprises no one.

What might surprise people is that she surfaces in the middle of the day at a dive bar in the East Village owned by Natalie Scatorccio.

(shauna POV, angst, explicit, post-rescue (2001), ~18kwords - shauna/nat shauna/jackie (past))

practice makes perfect

"What do you think about painting?”

In which Van Palmer has to fulfill her Fine Arts requirement, and learns something about herself (and Jackie Taylor) in the process.

(van POV, slice-of-life/romance, T, pre-canon, ~6k words - tai/van, shauna/jackie (background))

still life

In the attic, before Tai leaves to find help, it's just her and Shauna and the secrets between them.

(tai POV, drama, M, missing scene (post-1x06 - saints), ~2.7k words - shauna & tai, tai/van (background), shauna/jackie (background))

for all debts public and private

Nat and Shauna glare at Lottie. She wants to mark it as another point in support of her plan, but the intensity gives her pause.

“Fine, I’ll spill. You two have been at each other’s throats for days. Normally, whatever—go with God and may the Force be with you—but in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in sunny Trenton, New Jersey, to play state championship soccer.” Lottie leans forward. “And when you guys are fighting, you fucking suck at it.”

A misplaced ball sparks a feud between Shauna and Nat that threatens to derail the team’s championship hopes.

Lottie has a plan to get them to kiss and make up.

(lottie POV, sex comedy, E, pre-canon/canon divergence AU, ~17.4k words - lottieshaunanat, lottielee, jackieshauna)

gifts of the magi

Teamwork makes the dream work, but recognizing individual excellence is just good leadership.

Two times that Shauna Shipman is Lottie Matthews's most valuable teammate.

(shauna POV, horror, E, canon compliant through 2x02, ~6.9k words - shaunalee, shaunamari, shaunalottie)

closet cases

Have you seen her?

She hasn’t, she won’t, she never, ever will. She has finally done what her mother demanded and shed those pesky extra pounds and all she had to do was cut out half of herself and give it up to Jeff Sadecki and Providence, Rhode Island. All she had to do was become her mother in all the ways she never wanted.

Jackie’s anesthetic won’t fit in a row of pill bottles, of course, but a shoebox isn’t that much bigger.

Seven months after her world falls apart, Jackie Taylor returns to Wiskayok.

(jackie POV, drama, E, no crash AU, ~27.3k words - jackieshauna)

Other Fandoms

pro hac vice (She-Hulk (2022))

Matt Murdock needs help on a case; Jennifer Walters doesn't mind taking a cross-country flight on short notice.

Hey, it's (almost) Christmas.

Written for the 2022 Yuletide Fic Exchange.

(jen POV, casefic, T, 5.5k words - jen/matt, nikki/mallory (implied))

Towards Grace (Perry Mason (2020))

Alice runs. Set during chapter 8.

Written for the 2020 Yuletide Fic Exchange

(alice POV, T, ~1.6k words)

Metas of Note

Yellowjackets: A Not-So-Brief and Hopefully Canon-Accurate Explanation of the 1996 WHS Yellowjackets Soccer Team

[wri0thesley]

I think I told you this before, but you and Haz keep your space so cute and well organized! 😭 I love all the different colors and things to look at in your pictures! I think my New Years resolution will be to finally get around to painting my room from the boring brown it came in to a bright and cheerful pink … do you have any resolutions, aside from wanting to read more books? I’m also thinking about doing the Good Reads challenge but I don’t know what would be a reasonable goal to set!

Also I just did that trope sorter you posted and ope

For someone who claims not to be a monster fucker, that’s ranked awfully high! LMAO Occasionally I still think about the concept of Albedo running experiments on his poor assistant with different Hilichurl types and I immediately need to sit down. All the porn of Hilichurl’s and the characters is not helping my resolve on this matter either lol

I hope you have a lovely New Years, Nat! And may 2023 be a good one for you and yours, with all your wishes fulfilled! I can’t wait to see what next year has in store for us (fingers crossed that it’s something pleasant lmao)

oh, it is almost never that neat anymore fgnbkdjjnkbfg. but we do both love organising tiny things and rearranging shelves, which helps! i deeply miss that sanrio razer keyboard, but we had to switch it out to one that isn't backlit because i type quite hard and obviously often and the letters were starting to wear away! we have a sailor moon themed keyboard now that isn't backlit and handles a pounding better (and a cinnamoroll keyboard to come, somewhere [gestures vaguely]!). i wish you good luck in painting your room, coming home to mine and haz's little pink and yellow house always makes me happy :)

my resolutions are to read more books, to write more (and especially to take some time to write original stuff! i have so many half-plotted half-baked novels and ideas sitting around and every time i read a book i dislike i think 'i should try harder' and every time i read a book i love i think 'i wish this were me), and to try and take some time outside with haz and go on a date at least once a month. that last one is a joint resolution; haz's health is very bad and my mental health is very shaky so having a date night or something to look forward to will hopefully be good for both of us. i'd also like to get better at budgeting, but . . . fgjnkbkjnfgkjn. well.

i'll be setting my goal at 150 books i think! that's something like a book every two to three days, but as someone who regularly currently reads a book a day . . . i think i can manage, as long as i'm spreading out my genres! and there are SO MANY BOOKS OUT THERE. i'd like to make time to review them on goodreads too so i can revisit things i liked and didn't.

i hope you also have a wonderful new year, and that life is good for you, all of your genshin pulls are successful and anything else you could wish for! ;w;

[rainyblue]

1/5/2023

I decided to start a little reading journal to keep track of my thoughts about all the books I plan to read this year. My goal is pretty hefty - 50 books over 365 days. At present, I feel pretty good about this goal. Last year, I read 37 books, not counting the ones that I DNF'd halfway through.

But I don't want books to become just something to get through in order to reach a quota, words and meanings fading away as soon as a book has fulfilled its purpose of being counted toward my yearly goal. Hence, a reading journal, to remind me of why I read in the first place - for fun, to learn something new, to connect, and learn to think more deeply.

So, here are some of my most recent reads and my thoughts on them:

Hester by Laurie Lico Albanese (dec 17-20, 2022)

This was my pick for The Afictionados for the month of December. I have mixed thoughts about it.

Oh btw, this reading journal gon' have spoilers. Spoiler alert.

My favorite part of the book was the developmental journey of the main character, Isobel. At the start of the book, she is quite naïve and unsure of herself, which gets her into some bad situations, like getting married to a deadbeat 16th-century-equivalent of a Doterra salesman who steals her money and then disappears, leaving her alone in a brand new country. She ends up supporting herself using her talents as an embroiderer and seamstress, although that situation is also pretty sketchy. She also winds up in an affair with fictional Nathaniel Hawthorne, portrayed here as an emo fuckboy. He gets Isobel knocked up and then won't take responsibility for the child, even threatening to expose her synesthesia (which would have gotten her labeled a witch back in the day) to keep her silent.

As shitty as her situation is, Isobel learns an important but hard lesson, which is: men ain't shit and the only person you can trust is yourself and your Sisters from Other Misters. And Captain Darling *swoon*

The parts that I didn't enjoy so much: all the chapters about the Salem witch trials (which I felt had a very hazy connection to the central storyline, witch mania aside), and the chapters told from the POV of Isobel's ancestress, her namesake, Isobel Gowdie. I honestly can't remember that much of the book since I found them quite boring and I mentally checked out whenever the book got to those parts.

Another thing that got me was the predictability of the storyline, which I guess is just par for the course for a book that is a reimagining of The Scarlet Letter. Having already read that book and knowing the story of Hester Prynne, there was zero shock that Nat decided not to marry Isobel when she got pregnant. I found the writing to be very beautiful, and this was a very moody, atmospheric novel, but at times, I felt tired following the book's slow march toward a climax that I already knew about.

Still, any book is fun to read when I read it with The Afictionados. 3.5/5

Babel: An Arcane History by R. F. Kuang (dec 20-25, 2022)

Well, what I can say. My good sis Rebecca has done it again.

I will say, though, that this one was a bit tougher to get through for me, mainly just because of how big it was. I'm a big fan of 300-page fantasy, but this one was over 500 pages and nearly 24 hours long on audiobook. An adjustment for me, for sure.

But, having finished reading it now, I do feel like the emotional payoff would not have been as effective if the book were shorter, if any of the scenes had been cut.

There were a lot of parts in this book that resonated with me as I recalled my own time as a woman-of-color in college, studying English Literature. Colonialism was a big topic that came up in a lot of my classes, both as an English Lit student and an Asian Studies student, but I think the way that the topic is tackled in Babel really brought the evils of empire-building to life for me in a way that reading a bunch of essays in school didn't.

I especially remember a moment in my Asian History class when we were examining Japanese colonialism in Korea in the early 20th century, when we were reading an article about how the Japanese improved roads and infrastructure in Korea after they annexed the country in 1910 and literacy rates increased and all this other "good" stuff. At the time, I thought it was good that the Koreans got some better roads and better buildings, infrastructure and educations and all that, but then as we examined the situation some more, we got to see how all the "good" that Korea got out of colonization was only to further strengthen Japanese encroachment on the country.

The same kind of nuance is examined in Babel, too. The main character, Robin, loves his idyllic life at Oxford, studying, having tea, hanging out with friends, living the dark academia dream, yet because he is Chinese, this institution will never really see him as a legitimate Oxfordian (or even really human, tbh), and robin recognizes that although he's been given the privilege to live and work there and get an amazing education, everything he's gained from Oxford - his education, his career - has only ever been a way to make him a tool for even further colonization.

Maybe I should've seen the sad ending coming, having just finishing The Burning God, but it still made me emotional. Thinking about it now, though, any sort of happy ending would have felt unrealistic or too easy given everything that Robin would've had to do in order to get the ending he wanted.

Anyway, R. F. Kuang is one of my favorite authors. 5/5.

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt (dec 28-30, 2022)

Magical realism isn't my favorite genre, but I think it's done pretty well in this book. Although I feel like it dragged a bit in the middle, I thought it was, overall, a very cute, heart-warming read about an octopus that helps a long lost grandmother and grandson find each other.

A very sweet time. 4/5.

Lobizona by Romina Garber (jan 3-4, 2022)

I'm also doing The Storygraph's Read the World Challenge, and one of the prompts is to read a book set in/from Argentina. I picked this YA book about an undocumented teen who discovers that she has a rare magical ability - she is a lobizona, a werewolf. She gets whisked off to a magical summer camp/Hogwarts-esque type of place where she learns to control her powers and unlock the secret of her parentage.

I do still love YA books, but I do find a lot of them corny nowadays. I did feel that way about this one at some points throughout the book, but maybe that's just because I am finding myself leaning away from anything with romance recently. Being that this book is about teenagers, you can bet that there's a lot of romancing and horniness going on.

One thing that I did like about this book, however, was the way it handled the plight of undocumented people. In the book, the main character Manu has had to live a shrunken existence in order to not be discovered, either by ICE or by the cazadores, because she's both an undocumented person living in the US and a hybrid human-lobizona. The parts of the book where Manu reflects on this experience were the parts that I felt were the most moving.

Overall, I liked it, but maybe I am outgrowing the YA genre. 3.75/5.

The Mercies by Kiran Millwood Hargrave (jan 4-5, 2022)

Man, I need to read more books in which women have good sex lol.

This was another book that I read for the Read the World Challenge, this one being from Norway. It's set in 16th century Norway and follows two women. Maren Magnusdatter lost her brother, father, and fiance in a freak storm that also killed all the men in the village, leaving the women to fend for themselves. Ursa is the wife of the village's new commissioner who is hell bent on ridding the village of witchcraft by any means necessary. Witch mania ensues, and also, lesbians.

I normally don't shy away from dark, depressing stories, but this one just got me for some reason. Of course, awful things happen, like neighbors accusing each other of witchcraft and women being branded with hot irons, dunked naked into freezing oceans, strangled with rope, and burnt at the stake for wearing trousers instead of skirts. But it's Ursa, trapped in a suffocating marriage with an ultra-radical Christian man 20 years her senior, who depresses me the most.

Still, I was curious about how the events would unfold, and if Ursa and Maren would finally get together. The neighbor characters were infuriating, and it was scary recognizing their hysteria and righteousness from my own many years of going to church.

This one's a 3.75/5 for me.

Up next, we've got The Ones We Burn by Rebecca Mix, and I am still slowly making my way through Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. I'll also be reading Fantasticland by Mike Bockoven at some point this month. More bookish thoughts coming soon.

Also, maybe I should read fewer witchy books? They can be fun, but also depressing. Who knows?

[nightmarewritings]

Ok... deep breath I've been finally tryna get brave here n do more writing requests...... mayhaps I could ask for hcs for slashers (Brahms mainly but uhmm!!! Im on mobile so I can't check ur writing list but maybe asa too :)) w a s/o who is like Mad stupid and oblivious to people flirting / etc w them :) (find it funny w those two since brahms is p OBVIOUS abt his feelings and asa seems like he thinks hes p smooth but . ... ..... yk) any other slashers u wanna add r welcome too nat!!! :)

Ah I know that feeling, I always get ridiculously nervous asking requests, even of people I know! I hope these are alright! I included Vincent because I thought he'd be really cute with this prompt too.

With An Oblivious S/O

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is very blatant about his feelings towards you, like he makes it as clear as he possibly could without outright saying it (as that would be ungentlemanly, and he sees himself as similar to the leads in the old romantic novels his parents collected). Unfortunately for Brahms, all his signs went right over your head.

Brahms is very upset about it at first, and in quite a bad mood for a while because of it. How can you not see how he feels towards you? So, he decides to up the ante.

He goes all out this time. I'm talking dinners by candlelight, bouquets, helping with your chores (not doing them all, but helping), everything he could possibly think of to get his feelings across.

And well, maybe he'll just have to bite the bullet and tell you out loud.

Asa Emory:

Honestly more mildly annoyed than anything else. He understands well how you can be, but he thought he was being smooth and classy with the way he was going about romancing you. Even knowing you're not the best at picking up his queues, he thought he was clear.

Asa would have preferred a more... subdued courtship approach with you, being a typically more subdued person when he's not working on his 'hobby', but he's not afraid to try something different.

He's not exactly used to saying his feelings out loud, he's a more reclusive fellow and the relationships he's had that lasted longer than a month could be counted on one hand, but he's a practical man, and he knows a practical solution is necessary.

He gathers up some of that Collector confidence and coolness, takes you out on a nice dinner, and reveals his fondness for you then and there in such a way that leaves no doubts.

Vincent Sinclair:

Also pretty oblivious to your feelings. Vincent is a decently confident man when it comes to his talents, and he's known more love in his childhood than Bo has in his lifetime, but there's still a part of him that says he's just not romance material, that no one would want him that way.

So the two of you are both oblivious together while also probably coming off to others as very, very blatant about your feelings.

Bo might have to step in, as hilarious as he finds it, he just can't stand to see his twin worry about how you'd react if you knew how much he cared. So, Bo might have to call a little house meeting and put it all out in the open.

Horribly embarrassing for Vincent and possibly you, but now that the cat's out of the bag, maybe a romance could blossom in Ambrose?

[livingthewritelife-things]

what word program do you use to write? do you have a strict writing schedule/routine?? (I am in total awe of how fast you’ve been writing whipple fam)

Hey Nat!

I used to use just regular old Microsoft word however it's gotten... weird, like one year free trial with the computer and then demands I pay more money. And I'm not about that life, so I've been using google docs for awhile.

And I do, I have a pretty strict writing schedule. The reason I do is because I want to be a novelist, I've got tons of original ideas up in my head. But I also know, when writing and submitting novels to be published, you have to write on a pretty strict schedule. You can't just say sorry, I had writers block for the past 5 months, which is why I didn't turn in the next draft of the book.

So I've been training myself to write almost every night. My nightly goal is 1k. I don't always hit this (last week I tweaked my back one day doing literally the same stuff I do everyday and I took a muscle relaxer around 8 pm to help with that and a half-hour later, I knew I would have to go to bed after only 250 words) but I work pretty hard to try and hit my word goals when possible. I've written when mildly tired, I've written with a mild headache, I've sat down to write sometimes not wanting to at first. Developing the discipline to write is what I'm working on.

But I legitimately love to write and have to force myself sometimes to take days off, because I love doing this so much. Writing is honestly my passion and I hope some day to see people writing fanfic of original works of mine.