#one Piece & teenReader

[llamlooma15]

It's been so long about this request I still love it💕💕💕💕

Hi 👋😊.

I just had this a idea for almost a whole  year and it about a young teen female Reader who have a father figure or mother figure from the pirate they like the most but~~ I want them to be the older version from the future like when they are at the age of 40 or 60 . ( Strawhat pirates & white beard pirates & kid pirates) 

And if you don't write about the whitebeard pirate's it okay .instead of it I would like it to be the heart pirates 😊♡.

Edited!\ take your time okay, love your writing by the way👋😊♡

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid pirates & Whitebeard Pirates x teen!fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: some headcannons with your mother/father figure and the rest of the crew

─Warnings: the characters are older, like in those 40/60 year old drawings (reference)

Well yes I write for whitebeard and as a bonus you will have all four crews, ty!! ;)

─ You're like the baby of the crew, no matter how strong or smart you are, for them it's like a duty to keep you safe even though you don't need it.

─ Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are your best allies when you get bored and want to play or play a joke on others, although they are not so young for their usual games they can always make a small exception for you.

─ As for family roles… Sanji was like a father to you, he was the most attentive to everything, he controlled that you had a balanced diet, that you hydrated, and he made sure that nothing and nobody could bother you or harm you, physically or mentally.

─ This cook already has an age and a past that makes him want to protect every possible child, and despite the fact that you were not a child, in his eyes it still seemed that you were 5 years old and not 13.

─ You called him 'dad' once by accident and he cried after you left the room.

─ Sometimes he just walks into your room to tell you something random "did you know that swordfish can swim up to 100 km/h? They are great hunters" and leaves without saying anything else, he doesn't even wait for you to answer, "Close the door!" of course he never closes the door after that.

─ You spend a lot of time in the kitchen and he teaches you to make your favorite dishes.

─ Despite being forty years old, the fights with Zoro won't stop, and he always puts you in the middle to give him support, "yellow looks much better" "green is better, it doesn't look like piss" "Of course not, honey, what do you think about this? Yellow is better isn't it?" "I guess?" "Ha! see, my little girl is always right marimo"

─ Franky and Brook are like the uncles who spoil you.

─ Now… if you're looking for who won to be your mother figure, the award went to Nami, despite not being as young as before and having lived more adventures, she will never stop being like a scared cat and tends to separate you from danger when she sees it.

─ She earned most of your affection pretty quickly.

─ Typical mother who makes you save as much as possible, she'll lend you her old clothes if still in good condition, "this shirt suits you better than it did when I was your age, you'll be a beautiful girl when you grow up!"

─ Although she doesn't mind pampering you a bit if she wants, it's practically difficult for her to deny you something if you really want it, overall, she can always put others in debt to get more money.

─ Lots of relaxing baths with her and Robin, you like to gossip about everything you see when you stay on an island for a while.

— Many moments of shopping together, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, she will simply drag you down because she needs the opinion of someone younger to stay "in fashion".

— She'll also teach you everything she knows about cartography and navigation.

— Father figure Law lives under stress, his night schedules are still as shattered as when he was young and now he has a teenager under his wing to care for.

─ He is very strict with everything, he wants you to maintain a healthy life so you will have many restrictions, ranging from not spending much time inside the submarine to correcting your posture when you're sitting wrong. "You look like a shrimp sitting like this, correct your posture or you'll have back pain" "You look like an emo in your forties and nobody says anything to you" "…"

─ He's worried because teenagers are so carefree and stupid sometimes, he'll have Bepo supervise when he can't.

─ You have many arguments with him for small things, but don't worry, if he punishes you Shachi and Penguin are the uncles who get you out of trouble.

─ This duet with you by their side only means one thing to Law and it's headache.

─ Whenever you're in a bad mood, the crew jokes that Law has infected you with his continual sulking disease, and that now you are like father and daughter.

─ Law is a proud dad inside of him, he won't show that he is proud of you out loud, but in his mind he has you as someone smarter than half the crew.

─ He will teach you everything he knows about medicine, unless you don't like it or are too squeamish about operating or dissecting, however you are required to learn everything about basic first aid.

─ Ikkaku is the only woman on the whole ship so she was the mother figure who helped you not go crazy among so many men and an adorable bear.

─ You're always welcome in the kitchen to help or observe, but mostly to gossip, sometimes Bepo joins.

─ She has small details with you, like buying some matching pendants or bracelets, she also likes to comb your hair with different styles, definitely your personal hairdresser.

─ Unlike Law, Ikkaku will always let you know that she's proud of you for any little thing, like if you've only managed to take down a few guys on your own without help and will yell in mid-battle "Well done, that's my girl!"

─ God bless you with this crew because you will not have a day off, just because they have aged doesn't mean that they are not as chaotic as before.

─ Although they will respect you, you are not in this crew for nothing, and also, all these guys are afraid of an angry teenager with little hours of sleep. "Dude, shut the fuck up if you don't want me to insert this knife as a new piercing in your forehead" "Yo… ok, chill kiddo"

─ The closest thing to a mother figure that you found was Heat, because he was the one who acted the most like a mother hen with you, apparently he was the most concerned about your physical integrity because he was at that age of wanting children and you were the closest to that.

─ It's not like he was depriving you of potentially lethal weapons for a teenager, but he was more afraid of what people would do with someone young like you.

─ Because being in this crew most of the time means fighting and going to clubs, so yeah, he always had an eye on you just in case some nasty person tried something weird with you.

─ Wire always took care to relax Heat when you'd rather just walk around the village than be in a bar because you weren't much of a fan of drinking alcohol at your age. "What if she gets kidnapped? She can be there all alone being scared" "She literally dismembered a guy last time we fought, she'll be fine."

─ Wire is the cool uncle who lets you do whatever you want as long as your worried mom doesn't find out.

─ And if we talk about a father figure… Killer, Killer acted like a responsible father most of the time, not as worried as Heat but always watching over you and above all that you didn't let yourself be influenced by some of Kid's stupidity.

─ Because Kid was like your demon on your shoulder, despite already being of an age, this man wouldn't stop being impulsive and you're an easy-to-influence teenager, so you and Kid have a sibling relationship.

─ Killer just watches the two of you while he looks disapprovingly, you can't even see his face and you already know that he is disappointed with your decisions. "You guys broke what? oh okay." a lot of passive-aggressiveness whenever he scolds you.

─ But he will always scold Kid more because he is of legal age and should be responsible, he definitely doesn't leave you alone with him because the last time you ended up drunk.

─ And despite not being of many words, he's like the presence you need by your side at certain times, someone you can turn to if something bothers you and that you know that he will be there for you.

─ Overprotective squad in general.

─ Everyone sees Whitebeard as a father, however in your eyes he is like your grandfather, because Marco had earned the position of father figure.

─ This man wanted to establish a life a few years ago, start a family etc, then one day you just arrived and he decided to take you under his wing, literally.

─ He is the least worried if you compare him with the men of the other crews, he knows that he has many people who protect you by his side, so he is calm in that aspect.

─ He will still scold you for your bad habits. "Eat slower you'll choke if you keep eating like a turkey" "Don't you have a nest to make or something? I know how to eat, I'm not Ace" "Hey!"

─ Ace may have matured a lot more but he'll still be a bad influence on you, so Marco always asks Izo to keep an eye on both of you, because the last time he left you two alone you ended up in the stomach of a sea king.

─ His chest will swell with pride if you call him 'dad' in front of people.

─ He's the kind of dad who tells all the shits that have happened to you and he embarrasses you in front of the crew just because he wanted to tell a funny anecdote about you, although he later apologizes to you if he really upset you.

─ As for a mother figure, this crew is short of such things, but the closest thing was Izo, because without a doubt, within this crew full of testosterone, he was much more elegant and careful than the others.

─ And more than anything because you could steal his makeup to use it, although you didn't know how to apply many of the things he had, he helped you with that. "Honey you're spreading the makeup wrong" "Can you teach me Izo?"

─ He taught you a lot about self defense in case someone bothers you more than necessary, like using guns, you should know how to protect yourself just in case.

─ Proud mom watching you kick ass.

[fleming-o]

A little to much - BarcaFem X TeenReader

when school and being a footballer becomes to much, your teammates are there to help out

4k words

master list

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You’d been hiding it for weeks now. Every missed assignment, every test returned with red marks, every moment in class where you felt like your brain was moving slower than everyone else’s. It started small—a late homework submission here, a careless mistake on a quiz there—but it piled up quickly.

The pressure grew heavier with each day, but you kept it to yourself. The girls on the team had so much going on, and you didn’t want to add your problems to their already full plates.

They were your family, though. Barça Femení wasn’t just a team. From the moment you joined, they’d taken you in like you belonged. You looked up to them, especially the older girls like Mapi, Alexia, and Ingrid.

They were always so strong, so put together. They didn’t let anything break them, at least not on the surface. You wanted to be like them—resilient, someone they could rely on. So you kept pretending everything was fine.

But lately, it wasn’t fine. At all.

You stared down at the test paper in front of you, the big red "D" at the top staring back at you like it was mocking you. Your heart pounded, and the edges of your vision blurred.

The classroom felt too loud, too bright, and your stomach twisted in knots. How were you going to fix this? How were you going to explain this to your teachers, your parents, your teammates?

You stuffed the paper deep into your bag, hoping no one would notice. But that didn’t make the problem go away.

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That evening at practice, you couldn’t concentrate. Your passes were sloppy, your focus drifted, and your usual energy was nowhere to be found.

Mapi gave you a curious look at one point, raising an eyebrow in question, but you forced a smile and carried on. You could feel your mask cracking, though, and it was taking everything in you to keep it together.

“Everything okay?” Aitana asked as the team gathered to stretch at the end of training. You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say more. You could feel the lump forming in your throat, but you swallowed it down.

Once practice ended, the team started to disperse, heading to the locker rooms. You were the last to leave the field, hoping no one would notice how slow you were moving. You just needed a moment to collect yourself. Just a moment.

But Mapi was waiting for you at the entrance.

“Hey, you’ve been off all day,” she said, her voice casual but laced with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t buy it. “You’re not fine. Talk to me.”

You wanted to, you really did. But the thought of burdening her with your problems made your chest tighten. You shook your head and started walking past her, hoping she’d drop it.

She didn’t.

“Hey, wait a second,” Mapi called after you, following closely behind. “What’s going on? You can tell me.”

“I said I’m fine!” you snapped, more harshly than you meant to. The second the words left your mouth, regret flooded through you. Mapi froze, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t say anything.

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. You couldn’t let her see you like this. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

Mapi stepped closer, her expression softening. “It’s okay. But I know something’s wrong. You’re not yourself, and I’m worried about you.”

You bit your lip, debating whether to tell her. But before you could say anything, Mapi’s eyes flicked to your bag. The zipper was slightly open, and the corner of a crumpled piece of paper stuck out.

“What’s that?” she asked, reaching for the paper before you could stop her.

“No, wait—” you tried, but it was too late.

Mapi unfolded the test paper, her eyes scanning the red marks and the big “D” at the top. Her face fell, and she glanced back up at you, her expression unreadable.

“Is this what you’ve been hiding?” she asked softly.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears came fast, and you covered your face with your hands, trying to hide how embarrassed you felt. “I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I didn’t want you guys to know. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Mapi stepped forward, pulling you into a tight hug. “Disappoint us? Are you serious?”

You cried harder, unable to stop. “I’ve been messing up at school for weeks, and I’m trying, I swear, but I just can’t keep up. I thought I could fix it on my own, but it’s getting worse, and I’m so tired of pretending like I’m okay.”

Mapi didn’t let go, holding you close as you sobbed into her shoulder. She rubbed your back, her touch grounding you, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

“You don’t have to pretend with us,” she whispered. “You’re allowed to struggle, you’re allowed to ask for help. We love you no matter what.”

You stayed like that for a while, just letting yourself cry as Mapi held you. When your tears finally slowed, she pulled back and wiped your face with her sleeve.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and talk to Ingrid and Alexia. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

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The walk to the locker room felt like forever, the weight of your shame still heavy on your shoulders. But when you walked in, it wasn’t judgment you were met with—it was concern and warmth.

Alexia was the first to notice. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes flicking between you and Mapi.

“She’s been having a hard time at school,” Mapi explained gently, not going into too much detail but saying enough for the others to understand.

Alexia frowned, crossing the room to stand beside you. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You shrugged, still too embarrassed to meet her eyes. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You could never be a burden,” Alexia said firmly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We all go through hard times, and we help each other. That’s what family does.”

Ingrid, who had been listening quietly, came over and gave you a quick hug. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ve all struggled at some point. It doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

You felt a rush of gratitude towards them. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d needed to hear those words until now.

“Can you show us what you’re working on?” Ingrid asked gently. “Maybe we can help.”

The idea of letting them see your grades made your stomach twist, but you knew it would help to open up. Slowly, you pulled out your notebook and showed them the mess of notes, half-finished assignments, and crumpled test papers. It felt like exposing your vulnerabilities, and you braced yourself for their reactions.

“Wow, you’ve got a lot on your plate,” Mapi said, flipping through the pages. “This is more than just a few mistakes.”

“Yeah, it’s overwhelming,” you admitted, your voice small. “I thought I could handle it, but everything just feels… too much.”

Alexia nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. Sometimes, things pile up, and it can be hard to catch your breath. But that’s why we’re here. We can help you make a plan.”

“Let’s break it down together,” Ingrid suggested. “We’ll tackle one thing at a time. You don’t have to do this alone.”

As they started discussing strategies and ways to manage your workload, you felt a flicker of hope igniting within you. Maybe you could turn this around. With their support, it felt possible.

---

After a while, practice resumed, but this time, it was different. You felt lighter, bolstered by the knowledge that you weren’t alone. Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia stayed close, offering encouragement and support as you practiced. Their presence was comforting, and it made the drills feel a little less daunting.

However, as the days went on, the school anxiety didn’t just disappear. It loomed over you, lurking in the corners of your mind. You began dreading going to class, fearing the possibility of more bad grades.

The panic bubbled beneath the surface, and each time a teacher handed back a paper, your heart raced, worrying about what mark would greet you this time.

One afternoon, during a particularly tough math class, you felt that panic rise again. You stared at the equations on the board, but they swirled into a jumbled mess. It felt like the walls were closing in. You glanced around at your classmates, who all seemed to understand while you were drowning in confusion.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you rushed out of the room, needing fresh air. You felt trapped, your mind racing. The anxiety became too much, and the tears began to fall as you stepped into the hallway.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you landed on Mapi’s name. Your fingers hovered over the screen as you hesitated, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You called her, your heart pounding in your chest. When she answered, her voice was warm and welcoming. “Hey! What’s up?”

“I need help,” you managed to say, your voice shaky.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you,” Mapi said immediately, her tone turning serious.

“In school. I just… I can’t,” you said, and you felt a wave of shame wash over you again.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Just breathe, okay? You’re not alone.”

A few moments later, Mapi texted saying she was out front.

You walked outside, the cool air hitting your face like a refreshing splash of water. It felt calming, grounding. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself as Mapi looked at you with gentle eyes from the car as you sat down.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You hesitated for a moment before spilling everything—the stress of school, the panic attacks, the feeling of inadequacy. It all came tumbling out, and Mapi listened patiently, her gaze unwavering.

“I thought I could handle it,” you said, your voice breaking. “But I just keep messing up, and I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”

“Hey, listen to me,” Mapi said firmly. “You’re not letting anyone down. We’re here for you, no matter what. It’s okay to struggle, and asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. Mapi wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You let the tears fall freely now, finally allowing yourself to feel all the weight that had been pressing down on you.

---

When you finally calmed down, Mapi pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “You’re going to get through this. We’re going to figure it out together. I promise.”

As you stood there, a little breathless from the outpouring of emotions, you knew she was right. You still had a long way to go, but now you didn’t have to do it alone.

Later that night, you texted Alexia and Ingrid to meet up for a study session. When they arrived, you felt a little spark of determination. You didn’t have to be perfect.

You just had to keep trying, and with the support of your teammates, you felt ready to face whatever came next.

The following days were still tough, but you faced them with the knowledge that you had your family beside you. Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia always checked in, offering encouragement and reminding you that it was okay to lean on them when things got overwhelming.

After a few weeks of hard work, you started to see progress. Your grades began to improve, and while the anxiety still lurked in the background, you felt a little more in control. With every small victory, you gained a bit more confidence, a little more strength to face your challenges.

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One evening after practice, you sat in the locker room with Mapi and Ingrid, laughing over something silly.

The warmth of camaraderie surrounded you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt light. The worries of school were still there, but you had a plan now, and you had people who believed in you.

“See? You’re doing amazing,” Mapi said, nudging you playfully. “I told you we’d figure it out.”

You smiled back at her, feeling the gratitude swell in your chest. “Thank you for being there for me.”

Ingrid added, “That’s what family is for. We lift each other up.”

As you shared stories and laughter with your teammates, you realized that while the journey ahead might still be tough, you wouldn’t have to face it alone.

With the support of your teammates, you knew you could tackle anything that came your way.

And in that moment, surrounded by the girls who had become your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them, one step at a time.

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[widowsistersandfriends]

Grocery Store Shenanigans

Summary: You go with Natasha and Yelena to the grocery store after a little convincing. What you thought would be a boring day turned into a day full of laughter and surprises. Natasha x Yelena x teenReader!

Note: This was just an idea that came into my head last night, so I decided to write it out!

Warnings: There is a small part where foods are referenced to in a dirty way

Word Count: 2200

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As the newest member of the Avenger family, you were like the little sister that everyone always wanted. You had grown especially close with Natasha and Yelena. They were the perfect big sisters. Always there to protect, and always there to tickle you. It was the perfect combo. 

You were sitting on the couch reading, when Yelena came up and approached you.

“Come on Y/N, Natasha and I are going grocery shopping and you’re coming with us!” Yelena said, smirking at your reaction.

You groaned while facepalming and closing your book.

“Why do I have to go shopping with you guys? It’s not even fun shopping. Why can’t I stay home?” You asked, glaring slightly.

“Because we want to spend time with you, and it’s a great way to annoy you,” Natasha said, entering the room and throwing your coat on you.

You yanked it off in annoyance, messing your hair up, much to their amusement. 

“Stop laughing at me,” you pouted.

“Then get up and fix your hair and put on your coat,” Yelena said, still giggling at your state.

“Make me,” you said, throwing your coat on the ground and standing up to face the blonde. 

“Make you?” Make you go grocery shopping with us? Sure, Y/N!” Yelena said, tackling you back on the couch and calling Natasha over to tickle you to pieces. 

Yelena held your arms over your head while Natasha came over to sit on your waist.

“No no no, please! Don’t do it!” You cried, already squirming and giggling in anticipation. 

Oh it’s too late for that now,” Natasha said, smirking down at you. With that, she spidered her fingers all over your sides and stomach, causing you to burst into giggles.

“Nohohohohoho stahahahahap ihihihi dihihihidn’t dohohohohoho ahahahanythihihing,” you giggled out.

“Except be a brat and practically beg for us to tickle you to pieces,” Yelena said, reaching down with one hand to tickle your underarms.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,” you laughed, unable to squirm or get away. 

Natasha was now placing quick pokes over the front of your ribs, a spot she knew you couldn’t stand. Much to her expectation, the words that came out of your mouth were no surprise to her.

“OHOHOKAHAY STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,” you squealed, shutting your eyes tight and waiting for the torture to be over.

“Are you gonna come grocery shopping with us?” Yelena asked, tickling lightly under your chin.

“YEHEHEHES STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, as the two older girls ceased their tickling, allowing you to curl up and catch your breath.

“Wow all that over going grocery shopping?” Yelena asked, grinning down at your flushed cheeks. 

You merely rolled your eyes, now too exhausted to even get up, never mind go out and walk around.

“Get up Y/N, or do we have to go for round two?” Natasha threatened, coming over and wiggling her fingers above you.

“AAAAAAHHH NO,” you screamed out, quickly sitting upright while the two girls laughed at your reaction.

“I didn’t even touch you,” Natasha said while giggling.

“Whatever,” you said, putting your coat on and finally getting into the car.

“Kids in the back,” Natasha ordered, looking at both you and Yelena. 

“Hey I’m not a child!” Yelena exclaimed, quickly trying to pull at the front door handle, a split second too late after Natasha locked it with her keys. 

Natasha smirked triumphantly, holding the keys just out of Yelena’s reach.

The blonde began to reach out and grab for the keys to unlock the door, as Natasha laughed and continued holding it out of her reach.

You watched from the side, knowing better than to get involved. Being a teen, you were technically still a child so you weren’t about to start a fight you couldn’t win. 

Faster than light, Natasha reached out to quickly squeeze Yelena’s side, causing the blonde to yelp and pull her arm down.

“You jerk! I’m not letting go of this car handle until you unlock it!” Yelena said, turning her chin up to her sister.

“Oh really?” Natasha questioned, shoving both her hands into Yelena’s armpits, causing the blonde to shriek and pull away.

“OK OK IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE,” the blonde yelled, crumpling to the ground.

“Now get up and sit in the back like a good child,” Natasha said, smiling as the blonde griped to herself.

You were already sitting in the back, behind the passenger seat. The blonde entered through the other side, glaring at you as you giggled.

“Wow you gave in faster than I did,” you smirked at her. 

“Shut up,” the blonde responded, while pouting and crossing her arms. 

Natasha now got in and drove you guys to the grocery store. For the most part, you guys chatted about whatever came up. Eventually, it was silent and you started feeling mischievous.

The blonde was looking out the window, so she wasn’t paying attention. You reached over and began to jellyfish her knees. The blonde jerked her leg away, while pushing at your hands. 

“Y/N stop it right now!” Yelena said, trying to contain her giggles. 

“GAH!” You cried out, as the blonde retaliated by jabbing you in the ribs. 

The blonde then went for the kill, sneaking her hand up your shirt to tickle your bare back.

You jerked and squirmed wildly, knowing that she had you beat.

“YELEHEHEHENAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP,” you whined, not expecting this to be the way it went.

“Never,” the blonde replied, amused at your crazy laughter and violent squirming. 

“Can you two go five minutes without causing chaos?” Natasha asked, as you guys finally arrived at the store.

“I’m free!” You cried, quickly undoing your seatbelt and running away from Yelena.

“That will teach you,” the blonde said, as you huffed.

The three of you walked around various aisles, looking for many items, as the fridge was pretty much empty at this point.

“Let’s go to the mac and cheese aisle,” Yelena suggested.

“There’s no such thing as a mac and cheese aisle,” you argued.

“Why not? It’s the best food on the planet? How could they not dedicate an entire aisle, or even store to it?” Natasha said, sarcastically.

“See?!?! Natasha agrees—,” the blonde stopped quickly, realizing that Natasha was just messing with her.

“YOU!” Yelena shouted, charging at the redhead.

Natasha defended herself easily, knowing all of Yelena’s go-to fight moves.

“No creating a ruckus at the grocery store, little one,” Natasha reminded the blonde. 

You guys continued walking around, as Yelena quickly pulled you aside while in the produce section.

“Let’s get revenge on Natasha. She’s been winning all day and we can’t have that,” Yelena explained.

“But won’t we get in trouble?” You questioned, wondering if maybe Yelena liked being tickled as much as you did.

“It’s fine, it’s two against one. We can beat her,” the blonde assured you.

“Well, okay. But if this thing goes south it’s on you,” you warned the blonde, as she messed up your hair before whispering the plan to you.

…….

“Natasha we need eggplant, lots and lots of eggplant,” Yelena shouted, dumping ten eggplants into the cart.

“Yelena, since when do you eat eggplant?” Natasha said with a quizzical look.

“I love the shape,” Yelena merely said, before running off to find other stuff to put in the cart. 

You came over a few moments later, dropping some watermelons in the cart.

“Mama needs some good melons,” you said, plopping them down.

You avoided eye contact with the redhead, knowing that you would start laughing at any minute.

The redhead shook her head, knowing what you two were up to.

The blonde came back with pickles now, as the redhead snatched the jar from her.

“And since when did you eat pickles?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl.

“I like the juice that comes from it,” Yelena said, as if it was obvious.

The blonde tried to take off after that, knowing that Natasha knew what you two were up to. Before she could, the redhead grabbed the back of her sister’s neck, causing the blonde to snort and giggle, while desperately trying to get away.

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere. Not until your little partner comes back,” Natasha said, as Yelena continued to suffer.

You came back with a handful of peaches, seeing the torture that Yelena was going through.

“Y/N sahahahahave mehehehehehe,” Yelena giggled, scrunching her shoulders up while giggling hysterically.

“Y/N, return the peaches back to where they came from. We both know you two don’t eat peaches,” Natasha warned, giving you ‘the look.’

You knew you were already in trouble with Natasha, so putting the peaches back wouldn’t do anything. You decided to have a little more fun before you would be absolutely wrecked.

You put the peaches in the cart, looking straight into Natasha’s eyes.

“These peaches look really juicy, if you know what I mean,” you said, shooting a wink at the redhead.

“That’s it,” Natasha said, grabbing both of you and pinning you two to the ground.

“NO NATASHA NOT IN PUBLIC,” you yelled, not realizing that you were already making a scene.

“Eh, you’ll be fine,” Natasha replied, using one hand for each of your bellies. She shook her hands into your stomachs, causing you two to belly laugh.

“NATAHAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, as Yelena was busy trying to kick her sister away.

Natasha just used her hand to squeeze Yelena’s knee, causing the blonde to cackle with laughter. 

Natasha felt bad, as she had already wrecked you earlier, and knew that Yelena was definitely the ringleader of these shenanigans. So she let you up, much to your relief.

“Now Y/N, you come here and help me tickle Yelena to pieces, okay? Unless you want to be tickled again,” Natasha warned, after you had a moment of hesitation.

“Okay fine I’ll help,” you quickly agreed.

“Y/N, don’t you dare!” Yelena cried, as Natasha began to tickle her ribs and you went down to get her feet. At this point, you guys didn’t care who was staring. This was more important than a few weird looks.

“NOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHA LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEE GOHOHOHO,” Yelena cried out, as Natasha just shook her head.

“I know you roped Y/N into going along with your jokes,” Natasha said, as the blonde just scrunched her nose up and continued laughing.

You continued tickling her feet, making sure to get her toes, which earned you a loud scream of laughter. 

Natasha lightly tickled her sides, asking if she had given up yet.

“Yehehehehes plehehehehease nohohohoho mohohohore,” Yelena breathlessly giggled.

“What do you think, Y/N? Should we let her go?” The redhead asked you.

“Y/N ahahaha ihihif you dohohont stahahahap I’ll gehehet you a thousahahahand tihihimes worse!” the blonde barely managed to get out.

“Okay fine, I’ll be nice,” you said, letting the blonde up.

After the blonde caught her breath, you three finally resumed shopping, now getting all the things you needed and nothing extra. Well, maybe a pack of Oreos or two that you and Yelena had snuck in.

The three of you got back into the car, as you were exhausted and now wanted to go straight home.

“Alright, Y/N, we have one more stop to make,” Natasha said, looking in the rearview mirror.

“What? I thought you said we were just going grocery shopping,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I think you’ll like this,” Natasha said smiling. 

You rode in the car with high suspicions, until you guys finally arrived.

“Here we are, Y/N!” Natasha announced.

“The shoe store? For what?” You asked.

“To get the pair of shoes you wanted!” Yelena said, as a big smile spread across your face.

“Really?!?” You exclaimed, quickly getting out of the car.

You three went inside and found the pair of shoes you had been wanting.

“Wow, these are amazing! Thank you guys so much!” You said excitedly.

“Anything for you, little one,” the two sisters said.

You tried on some different pairs, trying to find the right size and color you wanted. Meanwhile, Yelena was up to no good again.

“Natasha, you seem tired, let me massage you,” the blonde said,kneading Natasha’s shoulders. The redhead immediately scrunched up, trying to get away. Yelena knew she hated this, so it was the perfect revenge. 

“YELENA! Sthahahahp ihihihit,” Natasha cried out, squirming out of her sister’s grasp.

“Take your time, Y/N! I still have a lot to do,” Yelena called out. You smiled to yourself and continued looking for the right pair.

Yelena was now full on wrecking her sister, and her laughter could be heard throughout the store. The second hand embarrassment got to you, so you quickly found the right pair and got it.

You quickly got them to leave the store, as watching someone being tickled was way more embarrassing for you. You thanked them again for the shoes and you three went home to rest. What you thought was going to be a boring day turned out to be a day full of laughs and a nice little surprise at the end. You couldn’t have asked for better big sisters.

[marauder-exe]

Jealousy- Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Request: Hey darling. Nat x teenreader who is jealous of the relationship between Bruce and Nat. This is me on a day to day basis. Help. Thanks doll Word Count: 1k Warnings: Teen!Reader, but she is above the legal age

“Look at her! What does Bruce even see in her? Just because she has a perfect face, stupid clear skin, beautiful red hair, body sculpted from angels. Like, who would want that?” You whined. “Yeah. Sounds terrible.” Came from Sam, who was sat beside you. You groaned and slumped further into the couch. “Listen, we get our in love with her, but we have this same exact conversation every morning, when you see Bruce make Nat breakfast.” Bucky chided. “Im not in love with her!” You denied profusely. Bucky and Sam shared a ‘yeah right’ look. “ughhhhhhhh! Does she just see me as a child?” You stared at the boys questioningly. “No she just- “ Sam couldn't really put it into words. He knew Nat liked you. He knew you liked Nat. He also knew Nat would kill him if he told you. “Look a little closer next time , alright kid?” Sam decided to say, getting up from the couch and exiting the room. You grumbled. “Not a kid!” You shouted as he left. Look a little closer next time? What the hell did that mean? You brushed it off and decided, instead of whining and pining over Nat, you'd go train.

You hit the bag over and over. Punch. Punch. Punch. You were endless. Punch. Why did he even like her. Punch. Because she was gorgeous. Punch. Why did she even like him. Just as your fist landed on the bag, you heard a pop from the other side. You took of your gloves and walked around to the other side of the punching bag. You'd split a hole in it. Great. “Wow, you sure do pack a punch” You spun on your heels at the sudden voice, shock evident on your face. Nat stood there with her arms crossed, smirk on her face, leaning against the wall. “Wanna spar?” She suggested. You could sure do with getting some anger out. “Sure” She grabbed her gloves, already having her training gear on, walking over to you. You sparred for a few minutes. “Whats with you recently?” She breathed. “What d’you mean?” You said as she dodged a punch. “You've been angry and avoidant lately?” You shrugged your shoulders as jealousy ran through your veins as you recalled seeing Natasha and Bruce constantly fawning over each other. “Dunno, why don't you ask Bruce?” She paused for a second, looking at you and cocking her head. You took the opportunity to swipe er legs from beneath her and straddle her, pinning her to the floor. You both breathed heavily staring at her, underneath you, she stared back. It felt like you were staring for hours, but it had only been a couple of seconds. “Hey, (Y/N), have you seen-” Sam barged into the gym, not realising you and Natasha were in there. Your heads snapped towards the door. “Woah” He caught sight of your compromising position. “Didn't realise I was interrupting something” He smirked as you rolled off of Nat and stood up. “Your not” You jumped from the mat you where standing on, grabbing your water and jogging out, slamming the door on the way out.

Natasha sighed deeply. “Whats up with her?” She questioned Sam. “Damn, y'all really are clueless, huh?” He shrugged. She cocked her head quizzically. “What?” Sam had had enough at this point. You two had been denying your feelings for months. He knew things were strictly plantonic between Nat and Bruce, despite their history. You didn't know that though. “SHE LIKES YOU!” He shouted, echoing across the empty gym. “What?” She whispered, although she didn't wait for Sam's reply as she marched out of the gym, on her way to find you. “These women, honestly” He sighed to no one in particular.

Nat had found you angrily eating the bacon made by Steve in the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and watched as you angrily stabbed the pancake with your fork. “You know its already dead right?” She joked as she walked into the kitchen, a small smile made its way on your face, although you hid it. “Listen” She started as you stabbed another piece of bacon. “There's nothing going on between me and Bruce” You sneered, pushing the food around your late. “Im serious. There was, but that was a long time ago. Were just friends now. “ You looked up at her through your lashes. You felt your heart skip a beat at the way she looked at you. You hummed in acknowledgement, and started picking at your food again. “Andddddd” She moved closer to your chair. “I know you like me” Upon hearing those words, your breath caught in you throat and your heart stopped. Your head immediately went into overdrive, trying to think of any excuse. You awkwardly laughed. “Its- I was- ha ha- you see-” You were cut off as she walked closer to you and placed your hand in top of yours. “I like you too.” You stared up at her incredulously. “You like me. Like really like me?” She nodded. “You don't think im too young?” She always knew that was a major concern of yours, but she didn't care about age. She knew she was right for you. And she knew you were right for her.

[authorcecelia]

In honor of AN ILLUSION OF C O N T R O L that coming out yet this month (!!), I share with you one of the griefy novels I’ve read and l o v e d over the years. . KISSING IN AMERICA was lovely. There were so many quotes to choose from. For today, I choose this one, one that reminds me of what Fr. Michael said in his homily last weekend, something about our faith growing, God helping us, when we lose things. I’m still pondering the sentiment and its connection to me and my last five years, my last eight years. The past eight months. . “I think sometimes the biggest influence isn't what's present in your life, but what's absent. ⁣ Those missing pieces that shape you and change you, the silences that are louder than the noise.” ― Margo Rabb, Kissing in America . #kissinginamerica #margoraab #griefy #grief #griefjourney #bookquotes #bookaholic #booknerd #readersofinstagram #realmiereaders #ireadya #sadbooks #sadbookquotes #sadbooksmakesmehappy #booksaboutdeath #teenreads #bookstagram #amediting #mybookcomesoutsoon #octoberreads https://www.instagram.com/p/CGNk4-2A-he/?igshid=dbvjoujdo1f

[simonjamesgreen]

During the long summer after exams, everything is changing and this piece of advice is one of many things that Alex needs to learn! Not long now folks! #alexinwonderland is out June 6th! Available to pre-order now! #yabooks #yalit #yafiction #lgbtbooks #teenreads #bookstagram #author http://bit.ly/2vm9EmF