#yelena giving nat and jaws *the talk*

[inkblot-inc]

Yelena gives both Jaws and Natasha the shovel talk after they get together. She knows they’re adults and they can handle themselves but they can’t go and hurt each other. She loves them both too much.

I wanna say that these conversations happened seperatlely

It doesn't surprise Natasha that Yelena would want to have the talk with Jaws because she would do the same thing for her, you know ✨sister tingz✨, but she does take a second to really appreciate how close Yelena and Jaws must be for Yelena to have that same talk with her as well.

I also feel like Jaws would take the warning not to hurt Natasha to heart, not in a bad way mind you, just that they themselves are very conscious not to hurt Nat (physically mainly).

[nastybuckybarnes]

Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much! 

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

[yelenasdiary]

Here is an yelena request. It was an idea first but since you want requests for her.

Reader giving intersex yelena a blow job while she does homework or work. Not letting yelena cum until she finishes her work. Which of course yelena has a hard time doing. 🤭

Don't Talk Back!

Pairing: Brat! Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Yelena is behind on mission reports, so you give her a little help

Smut, 18+ Only! Minors & Men, DNI!

Warnings: Dom! Reader, Sub! Yelena, Oral (Yelena Receiving), Yelena has a penis, Mommy Kink, Slight degradation, Slight Exhibitionism | 1.3K

Translations: нужно кончить (need to cum)

AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for sending it x

"Yelena, you're late on these, I need them by the end of the day" Natasha spoke sternly as you entered the conference room to find your girlfriend unimpressed with her sister's stubbornness. "What's going on?" You asked, placing the store brought sandwich on the table next to Yelena. 

"Yelena is late on some mission reports, maybe you can convince her to find them before the end of the day otherwise it's my arse that's on the line" Nat replied before storming out of the room. Yelena looked up at you and shook her head, "I'm only a day late" she spoke as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

"You told me you finished them last night before you got into bed" you reminded the blonde, clenching your jaw at her lie. "I was tired" she muttered, letting her eyes drop to the laptop in front of her. You pulled her chair out from the table and swung her around to look at you, "don't talk back to me like that" you spoke sternly. Yelena smirked ever so slightly, "Yeah? Why don't you do these reports then" she spat making you tilt your head at her behavior.

Your eyes dropped to the growing bulge in her before you pushed her chair away from her, "take them off" you demanded. 

"What?" Yelena asked with a confused look. 

"Don't play dumb now baby, take them off. You're going to get these reports done and you're not going to cum until I say you can, now, take them off" you replied. 

"Can we do this in our room?" She questioned making you chuckle at her. You shook your head, "no. If you want to be a stubborn little brat, I'm going to make sure everybody in this compound knows who you belong too" you explained as you wandered over to the door and opened it, pushing a chair to keep it open. Yelena gulped while you looked back at her with a smirk, "do I have tell you a third time?" You slowly wandered back to Yelena. 

She stood up and nervously unbuckled her pants, letting them drop to her ankles as you came closer to her. "P-please mommy, close the door" she begged with her hands playing with the waist band of her black boxers.

"Why? Don't you want everybody to see how hard I can make you work? or are you worried that somebody will see how much of a little whore you are for me?" you asked keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde as she stood speechless in front of you. "Well? Which is it? Use your words" you said. 

"Please" she begged once more causing you to sigh, "you should've thought about that before taking back to me, isn't that right?" You replied. Yelena nodded, "I'm sorry mommy" she said with red cheeks. 

"Too late for apologies, drop the boxers and sit down"

Yelena didn't wait to be told again, she let her boxers drop to her ankles like her pants before stepping out of them and sitting down on the chair again. Her cock semi-hard stood to the side, resting against her thigh. You walked behind her chair and spun it back to face the laptop before crawling under the table and spreading her legs. She looked down at you as you wrapped a hand around her length, "get typing if you wanna cum baby" you spoke as you began to jerk her off. 

She grew harder in your hand by the second, you could hear the light groans coming from her over the sound of her fingers typing on the keyboard. Her fist hit the desk the moment your lips wrapped around her head, trying her best not to moan as Steve walked by the room. 

"F-fuck!" She whispered ever so quietly as she looked down at you between her thighs just to get a glimpse of your lips around her. You looked up at her while you took her inch my inch down your through, tugging at her balls with your hand. "Oh god!" She moaned, throwing her head back for a moment. You knew she would struggle to keep herself from blowing her load too soon but that just excited you even more when her precum hit your tongue. You gagged on her cock before pulling her length out of your mouth slowly. 

"You're wasting time, I didn't say stop!" You reminded her when the sound of her fingertips tapping on the keyboard had come to a stop.

"It's a little hard to focus when you suck me off so fucking good!" She replied, returning to the mission report document in front of her. She's never typed too fast in her life, remembering that word document had spell check, she wasn't worried about mistakes, not when you had her cock down your throat once more. 

Your hands wrapped around her cock once more as you bobbed your head on her length, pumping her with your hands as you did so. Straggled moans left her lips as she struggled to keep her mind and focus on the mission report. "D-don't stop! Please!" you heard her mutter as she tried to place one hand on top of your head only for you to slap her hand away and pause your actions, "I told you, if you want to cum, you'll finish those reports!" You reminded her. 

Yelena sighed heavily wishing the reports would write themselves. Your lips returned to her cock, swirling your tongue around her as she bucks her hips, "нужно кончить mommy!" She grunted in Russian. 

"About time you're getting those reports done!" Kate's voice startled Yelena making her jump slightly in her chair, her knuckles turning while she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her. "Ye-yeah, Nat's on my arse about it!" She replied. 

"Well, when you're done, do you wanna train with me?" Kate asked. Yelena was silent for a moment to keep her moans from alerting her friend of your presence under the table. "Sure, s-sounds good" she replied in a stutter, "Kate I really need to get these done" she quickly added when you pulled back and swirled your tongue over the sensitive tip. 

"I'll be in the my room when you're done" Kate smiled even though Yelena made no effort to make eye contact with the archer. 

Soon enough, Yelena was on the edge of tears from doing her best to be good for you and not cum, her fingers typing as fast as she could manage, her head slightly thrown back while she typed without looking. "Mommy, please!! M' almost done!" She cried as you gagged on her cock once again. Her balls falling heavy in your hands, you knew she was painfully close to letting her load blow down your throat. But you ignored her cries and continued to bob your head on her cock as she struggled more and more to finish the mission report. 

Her breathing picked up, she bucked her hips once more, "Do-Done! It's done!" she almost yelled as she looked down at you, tears building in her eyes, "please mommy, I did it!" she added. You pulled back and smiled softly, "Good girl, now you can cum down mommy's throat" you replied before taking her length back into your mouth. Her warm, salty cum shot filled your mouth rather quickly while she moaned your name.

"Thank you mommy! F-fuck!" she moaned, closing the lid of the laptop and sinking more into her chair. You swallowed her load before coming out from under the desk and kissing her letting her taste herself on your lips. "Take a minute to catch your breath darling, I'm going to get you some water then we'll get the next one done, do you think you can handle mommy keeping your cock warm this time?" You whispered in her ear before wandering out of the room leaving her a mess.

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For her | y belova

Summary: Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton…

Warnings: none

Pairings: yelena belova x reader

wc: 1.7k

note: I know it’s not christmas but I love this fic and couldn’t really wait an entire year :)

-⧗-

A classic Christmas movie played quietly on the tv in the living room, as the two women sat on the couch, snacking on pretzels and chips. The sun had set, so the room was lit up in a multitude of colour coming from the festive lights strung up outside.

Y/n had her feet tucked underneath her as she curled up on the couch, leaning into the arm rest. Yelena was stretched out across the seat, her toes occasionally jabbing into Y/n's thigh if she wanted to annoy her. It was a chilled out kind of evening, one they both needed.

They both reached for the m&m's, their hands bumping, making them both blush. "This is nice" Y/n hummed, before throwing a handful of candy into her mouth. Yelena nodded in agreement.

"We should make Christmas cookies tomorrow. Or gingerbread?" Y/n asked, hoping to get a reaction from her girlfriend. But Yelena just shrugged, her eyes not moving from the tv screen.

Y/n furrowed her brow in concern. "Lena?" She asked, turning her body to face the blonde.

"Hm?" Yelena hummed in response.

"You ok baby?" Yelena still didn't turn around, but Y/n knew not to push. She looked deep in thought. "What's going on inside that gorgeous head of yours?"

"It's the first Christmas" Yelena whispered.

"Babe, we've been dating for 3 years. This is our 3rd Christmas together." Y/n laughed, trying to cover up the confusion she had over her girlfriends comment.

"It's the first Christmas without her" Yelena's voice wobbled dangerously and Y/n watched her jaw tense as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

A silence hung over the room, only broken by the quiet mumbling of voices coming from the tv. Y/n could see Yelena's throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed thickly, and she tried to figure out what to say next.

But she didn't say anything. Instead, Y/n climbed off the couch and knelt in front of her girlfriend, gently placing a hand on her knee.

"Hey, Lena, look at me."

Yelena turned her head to look at her, her eyes refusing to let the tears spill over.

"I know you miss her. It's ok to. But she's not fully gone." Yelena tilted her head in confusion. "She's in here. Always." Y/n placed her hand over Lena's heart, and the blonde placed her hand on top, giving it a light squeeze. "Why don't we go visit her on Christmas, yeah? You can put that gift, yeah I know you've got one in your closet, you can put it next to her. I'm sure she'll love it."

Yelena smiled a bit at Y/n's words, before pulling the smaller girl off the floor and into her lap for a hug. The pair sat in each other's arms, wrapped in the tightest hug.

"Why don't we finish this movie and then go snuggle in bed. And then we can paint each other's nails all festive!" Y/n suggested, and Yelena nodded.

Y/n stood up off her girlfriend's lap and made her way over to the fridge, pulling out 2 glass coke bottles. She placed them on the coffee table and Yelena instantly brought hers up to her mouth, shuddering at the cold bubbles. The pair clinked their bottles together, Yelena smiling at the sight.

"You 'cheers' your bottle how Nat used to. She always held the top and clinked the bottom. Though one time she was so rough she broke the top off my vodka. I made her buy me a new one though." Yelena's eyes lit up as she told the story and Y/n smiled, proud to see her girlfriend talking about happy memories of her sister.

Loud christmas music started up on the tv, making both girls jump. They pulled their focus back to the movie for a while, before Yelena spoke up again.

"Y/n/n?” Yelena whined.

"Yessssss??" Y/n mimicked the tone her girlfriend used.

"Stop it!" She giggled. "Can you braid my hair?"

"What's the magic word?" Y/n smirked.

"Cyka" Yelena joked, seeing Y/n raise an eyebrow.

"I think you'll find it's 'please'"

"Fine! Please... cyka"

"Oh you are this close" Y/n made a tiny gap with her fingers "to sleeping on the couch tonight." She huffed.

"Ok ok. Please baby. Please can you braid my hair?"

Y/n just rolled her eyes. "You know how to braid! Do it yourself."

Yelena crawled closer to her girlfriend. "Yeah but you do it better. Plus, I want you to do it how you did Nat's."

Y/n softly smiled at how vulnerable her love was being. Yelena was very rarely like this. "Ok. Come on. You can sit here." She patted the floor between her legs, on which Yelena instantly plopped herself down on.

Y/n grabbed the hair tie from the table and began sectioning Yelena's hair into 3 parts, intricately weaving them to create a dutch braid. Yelena kept stuffing her mouth with m&ms whilst Y/n moaned at her to keep still so the braid would be straight.

Y/n braided all the way down her head until she got to the top of Yelena's neck. "I'll braid a little bit more and then tie it off, because your hair is still wavy from today's braids and I think it looks cute."

As Y/n tied off the braid, Yelena reached her hand up to feel her new hairstyle, only to have her hand slapped away.

"Don't touch it! I'm not done yet." Y/n ordered, meaning Yelena just stuck her hand back into the bowl of candy, chewing loudly. Y/n rolled her eyes and started pulling the braid out to give it some volume. She also pulled at the hair on top of Yelena's head, to add volume to the front.

"Now you can touch it." She said, sinking back into the couch cushion.

Yelena jumped up and walked over to the mirror, turning her head to check out her hair. "I love it!" She turned back to Y/n, who was watching her with adoration in her eyes. "And I love you!" She ran over and tackled Y/n into a hug, planting kisses all over her face and neck. The pair connected their lips and Y/n rolled over to straddle Yelena, swiping her tongue across the girl's lower lip. Yelena moaned and opened her mouth, but they were interrupted by Yelena's phone buzzing.

She groaned, pushing Y/n off her lap and walking over to the table where it was on charge. Y/n watched her girlfriend's expression change from happiness to stone cold.

"Who is it?" Y/n asked.

Yelena continued to stare at her phone, before muttering "I need to go."

She stormed over to the cupboard and pulled out a black bag, emptying its contents onto the floor. Y/n's eyes never once left Yelena, confused as to what was happening.

The blonde assassin stripped out of her plaid pyjama pants and oversized sweatshirt, before slipping into her black suit, zipping it up all the way. Y/n eyes went widened in realisation.

"Lena.." Her voice was dangerously low.

"Don't, Y/n" Yelena warned as she strapped her widow bite cuffs onto her wrists.

"You found him, didn't you." She asked, afraid of the answer. She knew Nat would be heartbroken if she knew what her sister was doing, but Yelena wouldn't listen. She always stormed out whenever Y/n brought it up.

"Don't wait up for me." Yelena strapped her gun to her thigh and checked her grappling hook was secure in her belt, her back now completely towards Y/n. She knew if she looked towards her girlfriend, all she'd see is disappointment, so she chose not to.

"Lena please. It's Christmas..." No response. "You know Nat wouldn-"

"Don't say her name!" Yelena growled.

Y/n didn't say anything, only swallowing as she saw how tense Yelena was. She carefully got up off the couch and walked over to Yelena, who had picked up her head cover and goggles. She wrapped her arms around the assassin's waist, leaning her chin on her shoulder.

"Stay safe. Please. I cant lose you too." She whispered, her voice dangerously close to breaking. Yelena turned around and pressed a kiss on Y/n forehead, wrapped her muscular arms around her shoulders.

"I'll be ok. I'll be back before you know it. Go to sleep baby and I'll be there when you wake up." Y/n sighed, inhaling her girlfriend's scent one more time before they both broke away from the hug.

Y/n helped her put her head cover on, adjusting the goggles so they sat right on her face. She kissed Yelena once more on the cheek, before letting her walk out the door of the apartment.

After Yelena left, Y/n walked to the window on the opposite side of the room and watched the pavement as she saw Yelena walk out of the main door and onto the street. She followed her girl's figure until she turned a corner and disappeared from view.

Y/n took a shaky breath in as worry started to take over. Her hands shook slightly as she clasped them together, taking one last look out of the window before walking back into the living room.

She sunk onto the couch and placed her head in her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks. One hand made it's way to the necklace that hung around her neck, her fingers clutching onto the silver arrow charm.

"I'm sorry Nat" She whispered, before her voice broke into sobs.

The once festive apartment now had a darkness hanging over it, one that should not be associated with Christmas.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

“Be Patient..?”

Warnings: Angst? Idk actually I'm bad at warnings

Words: 704

AN: anonymous asked I just made it a bit my way, tbh I kinda love it, (could be a part 2, of the original, not rlly) <3

You had just gotten your wife back, not knowing how, never asked. Too scared something would happen again.

“Y/n?” she nudges your shoulder. “Um- yeah, what is it?” you ask, taking attention away from cleaning the living room. “Nothing important, you need any help?” she gestures to your cleaning.

You smile, shaking your head. “No I'm fine.” “That wasn't a question. I'm helping you.” you were taken aback, nevertheless letting her help you.

“O...kay.” furrowing your brows, clearing the floor of toys and candy wrappers. “Mama look! Nicky threw up.” Natasha stops helping, running off to the kids room.

You get up, walking to the room. “Here, give him to me Nat.” you cradle the baby, taking a wipe to wipe off his face. “Ali, honey can you get Nicky a shirt please?” “I'll do it.” Natasha hands you one of your sons shirts.

“Thanks..” you take it smiling at her, then changing the baby. “Mommy we have to go gross shopping.” you laugh, correcting her. “Grocery shopping Aliana.” “Ya!” she nods, walking off to some other room.

“I'm going with you.” you button up the baby's shirt, turning to look at your wife. “Natasha, I don't think taking the baby out in public this early would be right, stay with Nikolai at home.” “I don't care, I'm going. With you. I'll call Yelena to watch him.”

Confused, but still not asking. “Alright.. Ali let's go!”

You walk around the store, Aliana running around in front of you, “Aliana don't leave mommy and mama's sight okay?” “Okay!”

“Should we put her in the cart?” you take something off of the shelves, looking at Natasha. “No.. that's fine I trust her.”

“Okay.” she kisses your neck, walking to go see where your daughter went. You eventually find them in the toy section. “Mommy can I get this?” you look at what she's holding. “Ali, sweetie you're gonna lose it as soon as we get in the car, I'm saying no. Ask mama.”

“I'll buy it for her.” she says, putting the toy in the cart. You shrug, going to check out. “Hey there gorgeous, got any plans tonight?” some random guy behind you in the line asks.

... “Detka who's this?” Natasha comes up behind you, pulling a possessive hand to your waist. “I don't know.” the man scoffs, walking away to a different line.

“Don't go anywhere without me Y/n.” she bends down to whisper in your ear. “Yeah– okay.” you squeak out.

At home, you offer Yelena to stay, but she leaves saying her and Kate? have a girls night tonight so she had to go.

You lie in bed, hearing the rooms door open. “My beautiful girl..” Natasha walks up to you, settling down on the bed as well.

“Hi Natty.” you smile at her. She kisses you passionately, cupping your jaw with her hands. “I missed this so much.” she says, in between kisses.

Bringing a hand down, slipping her fingers in between your legs. You moan softly, gripping onto her hair. “Natasha!” she stops, looking at you. “What is it kotenok? Am I hurting you? What's wrong? Tell me.”

You blink, pulling away from her. “What's wrong with you?” she widens her eyes, hesitantly opens her mouth to talk. “I– I can't lie to you anymore can I?”

You back away from her, getting off the bed. “What do you mean Tasha? What lies?” “I'm not from this universe.” you gasp, backing up into the wall.

“Baby don't hate me. Please I can't see you hate me.” you shake your head, processing what she said. “I don't hate you I just–”

“In my universe you and the kids get killed when I'm away on a mission.” she admits, looking at you. “Natasha.. you-” “Please just. Don't. It was my fault I shouldn't have left.” tears escape her eyes, she looks away from you.

You move closer to her, straddling her lap. “Oh.. Natty don't cry. I don't hate you Natasha it wasn't your fault. Please.” you wipe away her tears, taking her face in your hands.

She leans in, kissing you gently. You kiss back, moaning softly. “I love you. So much Y/n.” “Shh.. I know Nat, I love you too.”

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 13- This Little Light of Mine

Summary: Y/N Says goodbye to her grandparents and they return home. Yelena and Natasha have a heart to heart and discuss their childhood trauma as well as their fears for the future. Wanda has a conversation with Nat about her own trauma.

Melina hugged her daughter Nat as she fought hard to keep her tears at bay. “Do you really have to leave?” She loved having her family back home, especially now that she had a granddaughter to spoil. 

“We will be back before you know it. Besides you and dad still have to come to Y/n’s first birthday party in a few months.” Nat said as she hugged her mom. She had never seen her adopted mother look so sad to see her go. It was a strange feeling, but one that she could get used to. 

Alexei was taking it a lot harder than Melina as he didn’t want to let you go. He was currently holding you and giving you kisses on your rosy pink cheeks. His long beard was tickling your face which caused you to erupt into a fit of sweet giggles. “Don’t you forget your Dedu and Babu.” He said to you as he chuckled softly when you wrapped your little hand around his pinky finger. 

“Dad, it’s going to be okay. Believe me Y/n isn’t going to forget you or mom. Look, her birthday is in two months and you can come stay with us and help us set up her party. Now, can I please have my baby?” Nat asked in a playful tone as she motioned for her dad to hand you over to her. 

Alexei sighed sadly as he hugged you before handing you over to your mama. “I’ll see you soon, malen’kiy.” He then turned to Yelena and Kate who were saying goodbye to his wife. “So when will my youngest daughter have children?” 

Melina’s jaw dropped as she gave her husband the scary “shut your mouth” look. “Alexei!” 

“What? I'm Dedu now and I want more grandbabies to spoil.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders. 

Nat and Wanda couldn’t help but giggle as they watched Kate and Yelena’s faces turn beet red. They found it adorable that both Melina and Alexei had slipped into their grandparent roles so easily. 

Kate was the first to speak as she had finally found her voice. “Yelena and I actually have an announcement to make.” The brunette felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest from nervousness. Some of her anxiety slipped away when she felt Yelena squeeze her hand reassuringly. “Yelena proposed to me last night and we’re getting married! We also are looking into fostering. After the incident with Y/n we realized that we do want to have children but we have a lot to learn before we adopt.” 

It took a few awkward minutes for everyone to process what Kate had announced. Once everyone processed the wonderful news the room filled with love and congratulations. Yelena and Kate were squished in between Alexei, Melina, Wanda and Natasha who was still holding you. 

You got lots of hugs and kisses when you clapped your hands excitedly even though you didn’t understand why everyone around you was so happy. 

Once everyone settled Melina looked over at Kate, “wait. What incident with y/n were you talking about?” 

Yelena’s face turned white as she locked eyes with her mom who had the, “what did you do to my grandbaby?” face. 

Nat came to the rescue as she placed you in your Babu’s arms. “Nothing to worry about now. I think Y/n wants to give her Babu a kiss goodbye.” 

You placed a slobbery wet kiss to your Babu’s cheek as she hugged you tightly. 

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The drive back home went smoother than expected as you had slept most of the way home. The rest of the time that you were awake you spent watching baby educational videos that your auntie Kate put on her phone for you. 

Wanda sat in the backseat with you and Kate, as Natasha had insisted that her and Yelena could take turns driving home. 

Natasha smiled when she turned to look in the backseat and found that you, Kate and Wanda had all drifted to sleep. Honestly it was a miracle for anyone to be able to sleep while Yelena was driving. 

“So you and Kate are ready to tie the knot?” Nat asked as she made small talk with her sister. She was happy that Yelena had found an amazing woman who loved and cared for her. 

Yelena’s cheeks blushed slightly as she nodded her head, “we are. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s amazing in every single way… I just hope that I can be just as amazing for her.” The blonde bit her lip nervously as she gripped the steering wheel. 

“You’re both made for each other. You will be a great wife and mother, sestra.” Nat said as she placed her hand reassuringly on her sister’s shoulder. 

Yelena nodded her head, “I hope so. The last thing I want is for my trauma to seep into those that I love. I’m scared that my childhood trauma is going to affect me as a wife and mother one day.” She paused as she focused on driving. She was thankful that there weren’t many people out on the roads this late at night. “I mean… I forgive mom and dad, but what happened to us was… abuse. What if I ever hurt Kate or our children? Sometimes I have nightmares that I’m still a mind controlled assassin.” Tears fell down the blonde’s face as she felt her lips tremble. 

Nat felt her heart break for her sister as she also shared the same thoughts and fears as her little sister. “Yelena. I’m sorry. I wish I could go back in time and rescue you from the Red Room. I should’ve gone back for you.” Natasha dug her nails painfully into her thighs as she felt her own tears fall down her cheeks before letting out a sigh. “I can’t change the past. We both can’t. But one thing that Wanda and Y/n have shown me is that I have the power to choose my present. We’ve both had so much taken from us, let’s not let Dreykov take our future away from us too. All we can do now is learn how to heal, and hold the ones we love close. I love you, sestra.” 

Both sisters cried silently as they held each other’s hands in understanding. “I love you too, sestra.” Yelena said in a quiet whisper. 

Wanda smiled to herself as she had woken up in the middle of their conversation. She was thankful that Nat and Yelena were knocking down the walls of their childhood trauma and getting closure. 

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Wanda carried you into your nursery as you had just finished breastfeeding. She laid you on the changing table and changed your diaper. “Y/n, I love you so much sweet girl. You are bringing so much healing and love to this family. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mama and her family so happy before. We are so lucky that you are our little tiger.” She said as she rocked you in her arms. 

Natasha walked into the nursery and wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist from behind. She loved watching Wanda be so loving and nurturing to you. “Thank you for loving me and Y/n.” 

“I’ll always love you and Y/n.” Wanda said as she gently lowered you into your crib before turning and facing her girlfriend. “You both complete me… Nat there’s something I need to tell you… it’s about my past.” 

“Whatever it is Wanda. I promise I’m not going anywhere. Come let’s go talk in the living room, I’ll make us some tea.” Nat said as she held her girlfriend’s hand and led her out of the nursery. 

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Wanda sat on the couch crisscrossed as she sipped her tea carefully. She felt nervous to finally reveal her own trauma to the love of her life. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother and there was a time in my life where I went to great lengths to have that possibility. After I lost Vision my heart felt dark and empty. We had talked about getting married, buying a house and having children. We dreamed of having twins… twin boys;  but as you know Vision died before we could make our dreams come true.” Wanda took a shaky breath as she sat her mug of tea on the coffee table. She didn’t want to spill it due to her hands shaking. 

“When Vision died I went to the town where we were supposed to build our life. I used my chaos magic and I created a fake version of the life that I had wanted. I created a fake reality where I was married to Vision, became pregnant and gave birth to two beautiful baby boys. Billy and Tommy had become my whole world and I loved them with every fiber of my being. The thing was that they weren’t actually real. I’m not ready to talk about how I lost them and the fake world that I had created; but what I need you to know is that I’ve done horrible things too, Nat. I’m scared just like you. I’m scared that if something happens to you and Y/n that I’m going to turn into the darker version of myself… when y/n almost died… I felt it. I felt my darker side.” 

Natasha could tell that Wanda had been wrestling with your near death experience. To be honest everyone that almost lost their Little became even more protective of their babies. Since the incident Wanda hadn’t taken on any missions. “Wanda you’re not a monster. If anything ever happened to you or y/n, I would turn into the assassin that Dreykov raised me to be.” She said as she moved closer to her girlfriend and took her shaking hands into her own. 

The stress and exhaustion hit Wanda like a ton of bricks as her shoulders relaxed. Her head hung low as she began to sob. She cried for the life that she had lost and she cried over watching you almost die. She knew that as an Avenger that it was her job to protect everyone, but she didn’t want to lose you or Natasha in order to save the world. She would always go above and beyond to protect those that she loved. 

Nat instantly pulled Wanda into her lap and embraced her. She felt her own tears fall down her face. She hated seeing the woman she loved break apart; but this is what healing looked like. This is what facing your fears and doubts looked like. Darkness grows in isolation. She knew that better than anyone. “Let it out, moya lyubov'. I’m right here. You’re safe, we are all safe and we are home.” 

Both women held each other as they let their walls continue to fall. They opened up and talked about their fears, their broken and fractured memories, and they shed light onto their dark pasts. They both had done horrific things that they weren’t proud of, but opening up about those things and being gentle with themselves was what they both needed. It would be a learning curve for them to fully heal from their pasts, but they weren’t alone anymore. Their little tiger was shedding light, love, and healing onto all that was dark.

Author's Notes:

Thank you for continuing to read this story. I've started to map out where I want this story to go and where I want to take all of the characters. I've decided that I want this to show the healing and character growth of all the characters and not just showcase the reader's journey. I feel that in this story the reader is growing and healing, but she is also bringing light to those around her, and when light sheds on darkness things are uncovered. As for the timeline of things I've decided that it will not follow the true timeline of the movies and shows, and the events that are mentioned will have different endings than the ones we are familiar with. I'm also planning on bringing other characters from the MCU but like I said it won't follow the timelines that we are familiar with. I hope that I won't upset or confuse anyone. I know change is hard, but my advice is to read the rest of this story from a different perspective. What I've found has helped me is viewing this world as an alternate timeline than the one we know and love. 

I will say that this story is far from done and I'm thinking that this story will go on for some time. One of my goals this year is to get better at updating my stories, I hope that in the next few months I will be able to have a set schedule for updates. Again I want to thank everyone for being so kind and patient with me.

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Beneath the Wreckage (part 5)

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The day after they drafted their plan, the trio of assassins spent their time preparing; they did everything from deep-dives on the Widows’ information to cleaning and testing weapons in the range, which is where they were now.

“I still cannot believe this place has a shooting range, that is so cool,” Yelena gushed with carefree excitement.

“It stops being ‘so cool’ after a few months, trust me,” Arina grumbled.

“I don’t understand your problem with this place,” the blonde said.

“You guys are literally the first people I’ve talked to in the last two years. I don’t know how I haven’t gone insane.”

“Why can’t you just leave? Is someone after you, or is it just because of...your side mission,” Natasha inquired, not really wanting to bring up Madame B since it had caused such a big fight between them.

“The world’s a dangerous place, Talia,” Arina replied vaguely. Natasha easily picked up on Arina’s evasion of the question.

“We can help you, Aria. You just have to tell us what’s going on.”

“Yeah, we’ll kick some ass for you, just give us a name,” Yelena added.

“There’s nobody after me, guys, it’s fine,” Arina said with a laugh, although neither Russian believed it. Yelena shook her head and went back to cleaning her gun.

Natasha walked closer to Arina and spoke in a low voice. “You can talk to me, Arina. When are you going to stop shutting me out?”

“I’m not shutting you out, Natasha.”

“Then why’d you just call me Natasha instead of Talia? I’ve always been able to read you, Aria. Don’t try lying to me now,” she said with a quirked brow.

Arina clenched her jaw and hesitated for a brief moment before speaking. “There might be someone after me, but I don’t know.”

“You’ve been hiding in a bunker for years because someone might be after you? There has to be more to it than that.”

“Yes, there is more to it, but I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” she said, earning a pointed look from Natasha. “Please, Talia.”

“Fine, but this discussion isn’t over. I need to know that you’re safe.”

“Of course I’m safe, I have the badass Black Widow to protect me,” the brunette quipped with a teasing smirk.

“Wow, hilarious, Arina,” Natasha said, jokingly rolling her eyes.

TWO DAYS LATER:

“We all remember the plan, right?” Today, they would alert the first of four groups of Widows.

“I wait for them outside the bunker entrance and lead them inside since I’m the fastest,” Natasha said.

“Then I shoot the cable to drop the metal gate and trap them in the courtyard,” Arina continued. She was given this position because she’d always had the best marksmanship out of the three of them.

“And then I release the Red Dust using a smoke grenade without injuring anybody,” Yelena finished.

“Good. And then we can let them stay in the bunkhouse for a bit. If they want to help with the next few groups, we’ll graciously accept, but they have every right to turn around and walk away from this life. Remember that,” Natasha said.

“We’d be the last people to forget that, Romanova,” Arina replied, and Yelena nodded in agreement. Neither of them noticed Arina’s use of Natasha’s birth surname, but it caused a pang of hurt and reminiscence to echo in Natasha’s chest. Arina noticed a flicker of emotion cross Natasha’s face, but refrained from asking.

“Let’s do this then. I’ll send out the message,” Natasha said as she walked over to the tablet they had linked to the database. Arina followed after her, anxiety crawling under her skin.

“Talia, wait. Are you sure this is a good plan?”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” “We’re using you as bait, that’s what’s wrong with it! Nat, they’re going to be trying to kill you, and I’m going to be stuck in my little perch. If something happens to you and I’m not there to help-”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me, Aria. Besides, I’m instructing them to use non-lethal methods. Everything will be fine, okay?”

Arina nodded and Natasha sent out the orders. The nervous tension in the room was almost palpable, and a claw of fear was tearing its way up Arina’s throat. She moved to sit down next to Yelena on the floor. Natasha continued the small preparations, which were probably more meant to keep her busy than anything.

“This doesn’t feel wrong to you? Controlling them as the Red Room did?”

“We’re doing it to help them, Lena. What choice do we have?” They were talking in low voices. Arina was guessing the younger woman didn’t want Natasha to hear her concerns, to know she was scared.

“I know that, I do. But I still have this feeling in my gut, you know?”

“I do. You’re closer to this than anyone, Lena. You have the right to be upset. Do you want to do anything to pass the time?”

Yelena shook her head. “I just want to get this over with.”

“Okay, then. Help me set up my nest?” Arina asked as she stood and offered Yelena her hand.

“What is there to set up? You just need a gun,” she teased, but took Arina’s hand, regardless.

“Shut up, Belova,” Arina retorted. Natasha watched the interaction with a fond smile. When Arina caught her staring, she sent Natasha a wink. Natasha shook her head and looked back down at the tablet, a pink blush warming her cheeks.

She heard Yelena mumble, “The two of you are disgusting,” as the two women walked away. Natasha laughed and ran a hand down her face. Everything had changed, yet, in some twisted ways, they were all exactly the same people they had been twenty years ago.

“We’ve got incoming, 100 yards,” Natasha reported through the comms.

“Copy that, I’m in position,” Arina replied.

“Ditto,” Yelena added, causing the other women to scoff.

“70 yards. They’re coming in hot.”

“Be careful, Talia.”

“When am I ever not careful, Aria?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“She has a point,” Yelena agreed.

“20 yards, I’m opening up the bunker. 10 yards, here we go.” Now, all they could hear was Natasha running and a chorus of footsteps chasing her. “Going down the last corridor, get ready!”

Arina peered through the scope and aimed at the cable, finger hovering over the trigger. Yelena waited, hidden in the shadows. The redhead ran into the courtyard— the Widows only a few feet behind her— and slid into a manhole in the ground. Arina squeezed the trigger and the cable snapped, the metal gate dropping and closing them in the courtyard. Yelena rolled the grenade next to the Widows, and soon a cloud of red filled the area.

“Talia, you copy?”

“Copy, is everything good out there?”

“All good, they’re free,” Yelena answered. The manhole cover opened and Natasha climbed out.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked,” Arina mumbled. She climbed down to the ground and waited off to the side while Yelena and Natasha talked to the Widows. She’d never been good at talking about emotions or anything remotely deep, so she opted to sit this conversation out. 

She could hear the sobs of agony coming from the women as they processed what they had done. She could practically feel their regret from where she was standing. Without her even realizing it, her jaw clenched and an emotionless stare overtook her face. Even Natasha wouldn’t be able to read her when she was like this. Arina didn’t even notice when the thoughts stopped swimming in her mind, when she shut off every emotion. She didn’t hear the words echoing in her mind, but they were undoubtedly there. And her brain was listening to them.

Natasha glanced over and saw someone she didn’t recognize; she saw nothing more than a familiar face. Arina had always been able to close herself off, but this was a whole new beast. Arina, quite honestly, looked incapable of emotions. Had it been under different circumstances, Natasha was fairly certain she would’ve been intimidated by the blank stare.

“Show them the bathroom and bunkrooms, I’ll meet you there,” Natasha told her sister before walking toward the brunette. Arina looked up when Natasha approached, but her expression gave nothing away. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Arina replied, her body language never straying from its statuesque form.

“Are you sure?” Arina nodded, never breaking eye contact. It was chilling, how easy it was for Arina to turn everything off. Natasha couldn’t help but wonder what she had been through that had made her this way, changed her this much. “Okay, well, I’m going to help Lena with the Widows. You can join us if you want, it’s up to you.” Knowing that she wouldn’t get a response, Natasha left the courtyard.

Arina walked mechanically to her bedroom. At this point, her body was on autopilot. The words, the commands had gotten to her. She had begun to feel too much, and her mind shut down. She got in the shower, brushed her teeth, and went to bed, never letting her focus divert from the task at hand.

She wouldn’t snap out of it until she woke up that night— well, morning, technically. She would wake up, shaking and sobbing. Mantras repeating endlessly in her mind, dubious reassurances falling from her lips in broken whispers, convincing herself that she would never do that to her Talia. She could never do that to the love of her life, no matter who told her to.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 6

Authors note: Enjoy this special extra long fluffy chapter 💖

Warnings: talk of domestic abuse/sa/trauma

Word count: 4321      Nat Masterlist     Marvel Masterlist    TCYM Masterlist 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   You nod, “Yeah, nothings broken.”

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

   Yelena smiles, “Oh? Is that so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “Thanks”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “Nat?” Wanda questions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “I love you too Natasha, so much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Mhm, everything is absolutely perfect.” she replies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “Goodnight, Natty.”

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[kitmoas]

literally, every single fic, blurb, drabble, thought.

but these are just some parts that stuck with me

Pulling you onto her lap, you whine loudly as she slowly pushes you down on her cock. “Da-daddy, please is t’much.” Your voice is slurred as you wiggle around trying to avoid the inevitable. Natasha shushes you, thrusting up to mercilessly force you the rest of the way onto her strap. “Be quiet toy.You’re gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm while your mutt cleans up the mess you two made.” You’re whining now, wiggling around as you try to get off of the widow’s lap, completely overstimulated. A harsh slap lands on your pussy, sending a jolt of pain through your body and your mind swimming. “Sit still you brat, be a good little toy and watch the show.”

She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield. “All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt. The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap.

The look at Wanda’s face was so light, the smile soft and peaceful. “No, we always just ordered everything off the internet. It’s scary to go places.” She just chuckles at you, mumbling something about gen z against your temple as she leaves a soft kiss there.

She’s the one who finds the note, and she’s the one that immediately runs to her older sister. The blonde doesn’t know how to handle it, and she’s already crying as she shows the two the note she found. Natasha steps up to take the emotional burden off of her sister, and the three immediately jump into action. Yelena realizes quickly, when they can’t find you in the house, that she knew where you were. It’s those three faces you see before you close your eyes. It’s their faces that are rushing towards you, running up the hill. It’s their faces you see as your inner child screams out, telling you that you can’t go.

“My little one, I missed you.” She’s rocking the two of you slowly, her kiss lands right on your temple. Her hair falls around the two of you, once again acting as a curtain, when she pulls away to look at you. A quick inspection to make sure you look healthy and safe, eyes softening when she sees your bright smile. // You surprise her by leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing her gently, lips moving slow. The type of kiss she only shares with you and Natasha, the type of kiss that melts the both of you. It’s sweet, and filled with everything that neither of you could quite yet speak. The kiss, as Wanda finally takes control, makes you whimper out, “..Mommy..”

also “Gonna make you drink my cum, just like you drank my piss.” but let's not talk about that

AHH hi Lali!!! I love you so much and thank you for always bein such a like tgu hype man!!

These answers got LONG but lots of good background info!!

Send me your favorite TGU moments and I'll ramble bout em

Cockwarming Nat is just... *Chefs kiss* The entire thing is just so perfect and originally the entire second half of Leather bound was going to be cut. The fic was supposed to end after Kate gives Toy permission to cum but then i was like...what if..we just add a liiiiittle cockwarming? I also just love the idea of Toy being such a lil voyeur, like every time they watch is just so pathetic but so cute. (From Leather Bound)

(I love the vibe switch between your first one and second one lol)

I think for me..Kate and Little Toy had to have such a casual vibe. Kate being a dominant was something that she personally never thought was a thing, but I wanted it to show that she had this caregiving, calming, and dominant core to her that is just hidden under her chaos and energy and puppy energy. When I was trying to figure out how i wanted the quad to come back together and Toy to be all smol during it, i needed WandaNat to truly understand how GOOD Kate is at the whole taking care of Toy. The archer may think that she isnt a caregiver, and maybe she never truly becomes one, but the natural ability to take care of Toy is something that resonates no matter the headspace. (From Chronicle VII)

The gen z comment is just so light and warm and cute! I have this huge hc for TGU that wanda and Toy spent many nights going through the difference between them, because of the age difference, giggling all night. WandaNat always took Toy out places and believed in old fashion shopping, so showing that distinct difference for me was always important. I feel like it is important to emphasize that Toy and Kate are different to a certain degree generationally, and in some things it will definitely cause issues. It also helps when I write their characters because I feel like you have to write them at least vaguly different because theres a 6&8 year difference between WandaNat and Toy (5/7 for KateWandaNat) --(From Under their Control)

Lil baby El (insert pleading face) I love Yelena in this series. There's just...something about her and the way I wrote her. I WRESTLED for so long on who should be the one who finds the note. It was mostly between Carson and Yelena, MAYBE malik. But when I wrote out all three versions Yelena's kinda broke me a little. I wanted a lot of it to be written out in this... shaky, quick paced, unable to focus on small details kind of vibe because of the situation. I was really nervous about putting Yelena in that position--along with WandaNat, to be the ones who find Toy but I ultimately wanted it to be them because I feel like it would change the relationship all three of them have with Toy. (From Pain is Comfort)

Okay but Wanda, looking at you like you're the best thing in the world and she would do anything to see you smile. THAT. that's it. you know? I think something i've always wanted to show is that Wanda is the one who actually struggles the most with emotions. Nat is "colder and less emotional" while Wanda definitely shows her emotions more. But i think something you do see is when Nat does show her emotions it's almost always pretty solid. There's always situations where it isn't quite as solid, but Nat knows what she wants when she shows her emotions. Wanda on the other hand... has no idea. She's, to most people, actually very cold emotionless. She is scared of her emotions so when they come out it's always extremely intense because she can't control it--and I wanted that to happen A LOT specifically when it comes to toy because Toy is a weakness. A huge one. especially when it comes to their line of work, and i need that to be obvious no matter what part you read. (From Break You)

mmmm sneaky lol Kate saying "Gonna make you drink my cum, just like you drank my piss" ACTUALLY was almost cut. I was hesitant even in the first place to have Toy drink ANYTHING lol but I figured if I was gonna lean in to the piss kink then I should go all in lol (From Flood Gate)

[inkblot-inc]

Sisters

Summary: [JAWS AU] Simply a little addendum I have around Jaws meeting Yelena (timeline wise, also known as the Black Widow Alternate). The brain's whirring right now aight- (first arc)

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader, Mutant!TigerShark!Reader x Yelena Belova (platonic)

[JAWS AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): none that I can think of, maybe a language warning? Yeah we'll put that just in case

Note(s): There isn't any real dialogue here since this is more of my stream of consciousness to fill in some timeline details. Not really proofread cuz I'm really just talkin through text to speech and skimming for spelling errors💀. Hopefully it makes sense/is coherent at least, but since I was thinkin about this stuff, I’ll just add it to my list of dissertations o7

Word Count: more than 700, I know that much

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Alright lets' go Black Widow Alternate!

(That really just means I'm talkin about how the events of Black Widow go down in the JAWS AU....at least the pertinent details. i.e What happens when we deviate from canon blah blah blah)

Because Civil War doesn't happen in the JAWS AU, The Avengers are still together as a team and are able to take down the Red Room in the original way Yelena intended (“I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room” but that actually happens here). This still serves as Natasha and Yelena's reunion as they get in contact with each other via the pictures Yelena sent.

Because Natasha isn't on the run (again, no CW = no accords...atm, and no Ross), she's not really stressed in that way. Natasha more so has to grapple with her own guilt at leaving her sister behind to go through life in the Red Room without her to look after her and even not trying hard enough to look for Yelena after getting out.

Natasha tried not to look back after Budapest, remember now.

Natasha tries to deflect and justify this in her own mind by trying to detach herself and saying that she and Yelena were never really sisters, just like how they were never really a part of a family with Melina and Alexei.

It was just a mission.

Natasha continues trying to push the narrative that her years in Ohio are in her past and that she couldn't wait to put them behind her to forget them when she got out. Natasha doesn't actually believe any of this. Those years spent with Yelena, Melina, and Alexei were very real to Natasha and she looks back on those times with fondness and regret they couldn't have lasted longer. However, Natasha is of the school of thought that if you say something enough times, maybe you'll start to believe it. Maybe.

Yelena immediately calls bullshit on Natasha's "I'm allergic to you" attitude, but it doesn't make Natasha's attempts hurt any less. To be so close again but treated like something other. Natasha's continued trying to push her out of her life is what gets to Yelena, that paired with seeing the people in Natasha's "present" makes Yelena self-conscious in ways that make her uncomfortable and that she usually deflects with humor and sarcasm.

It's Jaws that continues to reach out to Yelena. Not in the traditional sense, but they've taken to including Yelena and going out of their comfort zone to get to know Yelena during the red room mission (very similar scene to the Yelena and Nat beer scene talking about their lives). Yelena was protective and just a bit teasing when she found out that Jaws was Natasha's partner for sure. The ice breaker between Jaws and Yelena boiled down to Yelena doing a trick shot off of Jaws' teeth into a vodka bottle....with a bullet.

Whether or not Yelena thought she would kill Jaws by shooting them in the mouth is up for discussion...

Part of Jaws' interest in Yelena is because she is in some way part of Natasha's life, and even they can tell that Yelena is important to her without a doubt. The other part of Jaws cultivates this relationship with Yelena because she passes the vibe check, and not once has she referred to Jaws as a freak or a monster, which is what usually happens when people meet Jaws for the first time. Yelena couldn't care less about it. Wildly intrigued for both the right and the wrong reasons, but still-

Natasha seeing her "past" and "present" coexisting together pushes her to face her own feelings of guilt and even inadequacy head on (thinking of the " It was real to me too" scene) to repair and rebuild her bond with her little sister. Natasha also apologizes for not looking for her after she escaped the Red Room and trying to reduce her time with Yelena to a bad memory she kept trying to forget.

Yelena's focus afterward is freeing the remaining widows, of which she knows she can ask for her sisters and the avengers help. She is undecided whether or not she wants to officially become an avenger, but it is not off the table. Yelena and Jaws have become close over the course of the red room mission and even after, which makes Natasha very happy.

[caylusromanoff]

I'd never hurt you.

Natasha Romanoff x male reader.

Prompt: reader pranks Natasha with a fake gun.

Cuddling up to Natasha in bed y/n sighs in boredom and shoves his head into Natasha's chest. Snorting she playfully pushes his head away and kisses his nose. "If you wanted them you could have just asked" y/n rolls his eyes and whines. Burying his face in the pillow.

"I'm so boreeeeed" the Irish man moans and forces himself to sit on the end of the bed. Standing up he leans down to kiss Natasha, announcing that he was going to make them coffee. When he gets into the kitchen he sees Steve and Bucky cuddled together on the couch, Yelena and doing the same on the other one and Peter sprawled out on the floor.

Smirking to himself be remembers the fake guns they have for when they prank eachother and he grabs one, surprised at how realistic it looks. He pulls the trigger just to be sure and snorts when a lollipop jumps out. Walking over to Bucky he drags him away from his husband and into the kitchen.

"y/nnnn! I was wa-" "shhh" y/n says. Showing his hand over Bucky's mouth. "I need your help" he says. Running Bucky through the whole prank idea and how he wanted to get Natasha back for the prank she pulled on him the other day. Smirking widely Bucky let's out a laugh before shaking his head. "She's gonna kill you"

"oh just do it you donut" he shoves Bucky away towards the elevator before going and sitting in the more private area of the lounge.

Bucky fakes panic as he runs up to y/n's and Natasha's shared bedroom but before he could knock he literally runs into said redhead. Almost knocking her over. "Shit! Buck. Wheres the fire?" Nat asks. Rubbing her jaw where it hit Bucky's shoulder.

"N-nat? Listen. You need to come now" he says giving her no time to react. He explains the fake scenario about how he and y/n were talking about their pasts together and he said something that upset him and he thinks it may have triggered the ghost, y/n's KGB code name. Natasha turns pale and gasps. Aside from Dreykov, y/n was the most feared person/assassin within the KGB.

Running into the room ignoring Bucky's calls Natasha darts over to where your standing in the corner looking out of the window. You don't acknowledge her and continue your gazing as she comes and stands next to you. "Baby?" When she doesn't get a response she frowns and places her hand on your arm. "Y/n?" Grabbing her hand in a way he knows won't hurt he twists and gently slams her against the window. Glaring down at her he clenches his jaw. "Have you forgotten your place widow?"

Swallowing thickly she shakes her head and decides to go along with it. "N-no ghost. I apologise" Y/n almost blows the whole thing after seeing the fear in his wife's eyes. Clenching his jaw he moves away from her and looks down at his watch, keeping up the appearance. "It's 8:05 in the evening, you should be in bed" he says. His accent somehow stronger.

"y/n- s-sorry ghost. Listen to me. This isn't the red Room. This isn't the KGB. This isn't Russia. Not anymore. We're here in New York. Were avengers remember? We got married last year. Do you remember?" She asks, a tear threatening to fall. She takes another step closer but gasps loudly and freezes when y/n pulls out a gun faster than she can blink. He backs her up to the wall and keeps the gun aimed at her face.

"y-y/n. Please baby it's me. See me please" she whimpers and he smirks widely. Bucky standing there acting like he's ready to protect Nat.

"tell me. You like sucking don't you?" He smirks and Natasha frowns. "W-what-" before she can say anything else y/n pulls the trigger and Natasha flinches and lets out a loud whimper. When she hears Bucky's laugh she opens her eyes and sees a lollipop sticking in front of her face. "suck it" Y/n says with a wink. She slaps it out of his hand and then slaps him hard across the face.

He hisses and brings his hand up to his cheek, rubbing it and looking back at Natasha as she lunges at him and brings him into a kiss before punching him again.n

"ow ow! Okay okay. I'm sorry. I just had to get you back" he says with a grin and kisses all over her face.

"that was meannnn. I thought I was gonna die" she whines and before she can say anything else Y/n shoves the lollipop into her mouth.

"I'd never hurt you"

[justsomeclintasha]

“Getting slow, Nat?” the archer teases as his fist connects with her ribs. She huffs out a laugh, dodging his next punch.

“You wish.” Impatient as usual, he swings again, and she flips back easily. She’s just starting to duck away from his next swing.

It happens all at once.

The soft notes of the song start to play.

Her body freezes mid-move.

Clint’s fist connects with her jaw.

“Natasha!” Vaguely, she can hear someone yelling her name. Faces swim above her. A dull pain throbs in her face and she licks her lips. Blood. “Nat?”

“What the fuck happened?” Tony’s voice cuts through her thoughts. He had been running on the treadmill just a minute ago.

“I don’t know. Natasha, look at me. Focus. Are you okay?”

The song is still playing.

American Pie.

Yelena.

“Turn it off,” she manages to gasp. Tony yells for Jarvis to cut the music. The gym is silent. Heat flushes in her face and she can feel them staring.

“Nat?” Guilty eyes find hers. Clint reaches for her cheek, but she scrambles back, out of his reach.

“I’m fine. I just need to- it was a good hit.” She taps twice on the mat before she stands, their symbol for surrender. She doesn’t look back.

XXXXX

Thankfully, he knows when to give her space, to allow her to process everything. But he can also tell when she needs someone.

She answers her door in lounge clothes, trying for a smile, but the split lip makes her wince instead.

“Come on in. I ordered Thai.”

It’s his favorite food and she knows it. They settle on the couch and eat quietly.

“You okay?” It’s a loaded question, so he breaks it down. “How’s your jaw?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“That wasn’t how I wanted to finally beat you,” he tries, nudging her shoulder. She sets her empty takeout box aside and leans further into him.

“I don’t like that song,” she says simply. His box joins hers and he drapes an arm around her shoulders. She sighs. “Can we just watch Dog Cops and call it a night?”

“Whatever you want.”

She flicks on the t.v.

XXXXX

This’ll be the day that I die.

Yelena reaches for her hand, but they’re yanked apart.

You can’t. You can’t.

She doesn’t want to go back.

Please.

“Nat, wake up.” With a jolt, her eyes shoot open. She grabs his shirt in a panic, trying desperately to breathe, to hold on, to keep herself together. His hand cups her cheek.

“I couldn’t save her,” she whispers, her voice cracking. The next round of words catch in a sob.

“It’s alright.” Despite his arms around her, she can’t seem to get close enough. “Nat, you’re safe. It’s okay.”

“Don’t ever leave me,” she pleads, her voice more vulnerable than he’s heard it in a long time. “Please. Please don’t.”

“Never.”

XXXXX

Tony slides a cup of tea across the breakfast bar, promising toast in a few minutes. Her fingers play with the tea bag. She doesn’t drink.

“How’s the jaw, Red? You alright?”

“I had a sister,” she admits. The words are out before she can take them back. Clint’s eyes find hers from across the kitchen. He knows some, not all, and that’s okay. But Tony doesn’t. Clint sips his coffee with a slight nod, encouraging. Tony looks interested.

“What was her name?” he asks kindly.

“Yelena. We were sisters for three years before they took us to the Red Room. That song, American Pie.. it was playing in the car.”

“You don’t have to tell me this.”

“I know I just- I have to. I want to,” she corrects. He grabs a piece of toast from the toaster and passes it to her. She spreads peanut butter on it slowly, something he usually makes fun of her for. Today he doesn’t.

“What was she like?”

Natasha smiles, her eyes distant with the memories as she begins to talk.

“She was amazing.”

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Clint's Stray PT.2

a/n: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the support on part one of this story! I've been enjoying writing it and I have some exciting ideas for where it's going! Stay tuned, more chapter(s) coming this week!

Warnings: Mild Hawkeye spoilers nothing much.

Word count: 1667

Concept: You and Natasha go to Clint’s for Christmas and you meet the strays that Clint brought home. One, in particular, caught your eye.

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“Wake up sleepy heads! It’s Christmas! Barton made breakfast cmon get ready.” Nat says as she’s tapping you on the back.

You hear her feet as they walk out of the room only to open your eyes and find Kate cuddled up into your chest. Kate starts to come to and is startled awake when she realizes what she’s doing.

“So sorry about that I don’t know how or why it happened,” she says.

You can feel your face start to turn red from embarrassment and the fact that you definitely liked it. “No- no problem I should probably go get dressed, see you downstairs.” You say as you walk backwards practically stumbling out of her room.

You walk into your room to see a red-headed Russian sitting on your bed.

“So…” she says with one eyebrow raised.

“So what?” You say as you start to change.

“What was that little snuggle fest about?”

“Nothing, we just fell asleep next to each other.”

“Uh-huh. Because every time we fall asleep next to each other I’m also nose deep in your tits.” Nat says with a laugh.

“Okay okay, enough. We are just friends and were getting to know each other last night.” You say.

“Getting to know each other, yeah sure okay. Why don’t you just go for it? I can tell you’re clearly into her. And besides, I know you have a thing for badass women that are way cooler than you anyways.”

You turn and look at your best friend as she giggles and your jaw is on the ground. “Now what’s that supposed to mean?” You say in a demanding voice.

“Please, you practically bit your own tongue off when you first met my sister. Remember that?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. That’s in the past Nat.”

“Exactly. That’s why you should go for this!”

You and Yelena dated for 3 and a half years. She broke it off when she moved away for work and left Natasha to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. This was almost a year ago and you’ve been hurt ever since. However, every day you have gotten better and yesterday was one of the first times that you hadn’t thought about her. Maybe Natasha was right, maybe Kate is a good thing and will be a step in the right direction for moving on for good.

You’re all ready to go and you and Natasha walk downstairs. You see Kate sitting at the table and before you could make a choice, Nat took the seat at the opposite end of the table thus forcing you to sit next to Kate.

“I had a really fun time with you last night.” She says.

“Me too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

She smiled at you while she ate her pancakes. You continued to talk to Clint and his family while enjoying your Christmas breakfast. You felt Kate's leg brush up against yours and your eyes widened. It could mean absolutely nothing but it was there and you made sure to also apply a little pressure in return so she knew you were okay with it.

Everyone finished eating and then came the presents! Since you were a guest there wasn’t much for you but you more so enjoyed watching everyone else open theirs.

“Okay Kate, this one's for you,” Clint says handing her a big box.

“Awe guys you didn’t have to get me anything. You already let me live with you!” She says with a laugh.

“Please, this is the least we can do since you help out around here so much and put up with the kids.”

Kate gives them a smile as she begins to tear apart the wrapping paper.

“NO. WAY.” She says as she pulls out this weird looking object.

“What is it?” You ask.

“A COLLAPSIBLE BOW!” She says with the most excitement and glee in her voice.

Clint and Laura’s faces are lit up with smiles watching the overwhelming happiness unfold in the room.

“That’s pretty cool. I’ve never actually shot a bow and arrow before.”

“Oh my gosh, I have to teach you! We can go out back right now and do it.”

“Right now? Shouldn’t we finish watching everyone open the presents?” You say with a chuckle.

“Go, go, go have fun kids. Be careful with that thing. You’d be surprised how different it feels from a stationary one.” Clint says.

Kate practically races out the door with you following close behind.

“WOW. This thing is freakin awesome.” She says. “Okok come here, I already feel like you’re going to be a natural.”

She hands you the bow and shows you where to place your hands. To make it easier she comes up behind you and puts one hand on the one that’s holding the actual bow and the other on your arm as it pulls back the string. The feeling of her pressed up against your back and breathing down your neck was doing unspeakable things to you. You felt a heat start to burn in your stomach and the hair on the back of your neck rising.

“Okay y/n, you want to pull the string right about here. Once you have a feel for it and locked onto your target, release it.”

You take a deep breath, do as she says and let it fly. It landed surprisingly close to the centre of the target. About halfway between the edge and the bullseye.

“Wow! Y/n! That was great! You hit the target which is awesome. Some people don’t get it on the first try. And might I say, you look really good holding the bow.”

You can feel your cheeks getting flushed with red again from her compliments.

“Guess I’m just a natural.” You say throwing your hands up in the air. “By tomorrow I’ll be able to outshoot you.”

Kate just laughs and grabs the bow from you. “You wish y/l/n.”

Kate grabs three arrows and managed to hit three different targets in a row.

“That was hot.”

Kate turns around and looks at you as your eyes widen realizing that you somehow said that out loud? Why in God’s name did that come out verbally. That was an internal thought and definitely should not have been said out loud. She just sort of laughs at you while a fairly awkward smile appears on your face. Did she hear what you said? Is she ignoring what you said? Should you be concerned or relieved?

Kate didn’t say anything about your comment from earlier when you were outside shooting arrows. Enough time had passed that you are fairly certain she didn’t hear you completely clear. Kate was helping set the table while Clint and Laura were cooking in the kitchen and the kids were outside playing. You see Nat sitting on the couch and decide to join her for a minute.

“Soooo…how’s it going with *she nods her head in Kate’s direction*”.

“I accidentally said that she was hot when she was shooting arrows and I don’t even know if she heard me or not because she didn’t and still hasn’t said anything about it.” You say.

“Oh boy. Why’d you do that?”

“I don’t know! It literally just slipped out of my mouth. I have not been this nervous around a girl in a long time.”

“I’m telling you, just shoot your shot, I really do think she’s into you” Nat says as you look up towards the kitchen and lock eyes with Kate, she shoots you a smile and a little wave.

A noticeable smirk comes across your face.

“What..? Oh my god did she just smile at you and you’re turning bright red in the cheeks?”

“Shhhh shut up Nat you’re speaking really loudly.”

“I’m sorry I’m just excited for you! I’ve noticed you’ve had a really hard time ever since my sister and I want you to be happy too y/n.”

“Ok fine, I’ll talk to her. But at my own pace Nat, so stop pushing okay? It may be tonight, it may be tomorrow. It could even be next week. I just want to play it cool and plus I’m a guest in Clint’s home I don’t want to intrude in a bad way by flirting with what is essentially his adoptive daughter.”

“Y/n, she’s 22. She is a grown-ass adult, don’t worry about that. Besides I told Clint and he thinks it’s a great idea.”

You lightly smack Natasha on the arm. “NAT! You told Clint!”

“C’mon he’s my best friend…my other best friend and he won’t tell anyone.”

“You better be right because I swear-”

“DINNERS READY!” Clint screams as you see the kids running inside.

Tonight Kate sat across from you at the table and Nat next to you. You were all enjoying your meal when suddenly you feel someone lightly kick you under the table. You look up to see Kate smiling at you. Before you knew it the two of you were playing footsies under the table like a couple of teenagers. You felt like this was a pretty clear signal but honestly, it’s kind of hard to tell. One minute she’s slightly flirty and the next she’s treating you like you have no chance in hell in making it out of the friend zone.

After dinner was over and you were cleaning up the dishes with Natasha, Kate came over to you and asked you to meet her on the back porch once you were all done cleaning.

You shot Nat a look when Kate left because you could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You finish drying the dishes and head out to the back porch. Not seeing her at first, Kate pops out from the side of the house and grabs your hand.

“I have something really special I want to show you,” she says with a big grin. “Follow me.”

– End of Pt. 2 –

[togrowoldinv]

Everything Will Be Okay

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

After she returns from a successful mission with Yelena, you have an important conversation with Natasha.

Note: This involves reader comforting Natasha. There’s some hurt, but mainly reader reminding Nat that she’s never alone, which is something we all need to be reminded of sometimes. I hope you find some comfort in this fic, and if anyone needs to talk know that I’m here to listen.

Masterlist

“I don’t understand why you just don’t tell y/n how you feel about her,” Yelena says. They are in the cockpit of the quinjet arriving back to the compound after a mission.

Nat sighs and takes a comms device out of her ear. “Is this really the best time and place to talk about this?”

“Yep. You know you’re mind is usually most clear after a successful mission. What is it our parents always say? You are always focus, focus, focus,” Yelena explains and Nat shakes her head at her. “You should channel that energy into telling your crush how you feel.”

“Channel my energy? You’ve been spending too much time with Kate and Wanda,” Nat replies as she lands the quinjet back at the compound.

“Ah yes the archer and the witch, my new friends,” Yelena smiles. “But seriously, I think you and y/n are both really cool and you’d be great together. Just think about telling her, please?” Yelena gives her a pouty face that takes Natasha all the way back to those days in Ohio.

Natasha puts her arm around Yelena as they walk into the building. “I’ll think about it, Yelena.”

“You’re back!” Kate is the first to catch sight of the two sisters reentering the compound. She walks towards them, eager to hear about the mission. You and Wanda follow behind her to talk to the women as well.

“Yes, Kate Bishop, we are back,” Yelena says and you all start a conversation with her about the mission. You notice Natasha slips away from the group and into the kitchen. She was never one for talking a lot after missions.

You walk to the kitchen and aren’t surprised to see Nat making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Hey Nat. Yelena said the mission was successful, that’s great,” you say, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Yep,” she says quietly, continuing to make her sandwich. You’ve known Natasha for a couple of years now. Long enough to know when something’s wrong.

“Are you okay?” You ask her calmly, not wanting to upset her by asking.

“I’m fine,” she says shortly and you take it as a sign she doesn’t want to talk, so you back out of the room slowly. Before you get to the door, you hear Nat’s voice again. It’s softer this time, apologetic even. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just- I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

You backtrack to the center of the kitchen again and it’s then that you notice how Natasha has her guard down right now. She dropped the knife she was using to make her sandwich. You can see her hands shaking slightly and her clenched jaw. It’s enough for you to know she’s fighting back tears.

“Natasha, hey look at me? Are you okay?” You ask her again. “What’s going on, Natasha? You can tell me anything, please,” you say to her and she drops her head down into her hands. Tears start falling down her face and your heart sinks.

You move to her side quickly, not knowing if she would be okay if you touched her so you just stand there trying to be calm presence. “Do you want me to get Yelena or maybe Clint?”

“I’m sorry,” Nat sobs out. “I’m so sorry.” She moves to lean into you and it’s then that you hold her tight. She has never hugged you before and her actions take you by surprise.

“Oh, Nat. What’s wrong?” You ask her, your tone fragile from trying to fight back tears of your own. You always were an empathetic cryer and seeing Nat so upset has you on the verge of your own tears.

“I couldn’t save them,” she says and you have no idea what she’s talking about. The mission she just went on was successful. You give her a moment to explain more. “The last mission before this one. I went to Madripoor, there were these kids. These orphans. And we couldn’t stop the building from being demolished. Most of them got out, but we couldn’t save them all. I couldn’t,” Natasha says, tears still running down her face.

“I didn’t know about that. I’m so sorry that happened to you, Natasha. I can’t imagine how hard that was,” you say. Your heart breaks for Nat. You know how much she cares about everyone, but especially about kids in need. After you returned from the blip, you found out about Nat’s orphanage and you came to admire her even more than you did before.

“I’ve been trying to keep up with the ones that got out to find them homes, but it’s not been easy,” Nat explains.

“That’s a heavy load to carry, Nat. Have you asked anyone for help?” You ask her, knowing she probably hasn’t since you hadn’t heard about this. She’s not sobbing anymore and she shifts out of your embrace, but you hold her hands as the conversation continues.

“No. I ran point on the evacuation. This is on me,” Natasha says with determination in her eyes.

“It’s not on you, Natasha. It’s no one’s fault but the people who were attacking the city. And I’m sure all of the team would help you if they knew what was going on. I will definitely help you,” you say and her eyes go wide at you.

“You’ll help me?” Nat asks. Her voice is smaller than usual.

“Of course. You’re never alone in anything, but especially now that I know. Especially with me,” you squeeze her hands tighter.

“I know I should’ve told someone sooner. I just- I feel so responsible. I guess I just wanted to feel more okay about it all,” Nat says.

“Don’t worry about that. We just- I just want you to be okay. And you don’t have to be right now, or even anytime soon, but I’ll be with you always. We’ll help those kids and everything will be okay,” you assure her.

“Thank you,” Nat says. “You’re always so kind to me. I can’t imagine what I’ve done to deserve your kindness.”

“You’re you, Natasha. That’s enough for me to be kind to you. You’re an amazing mentor, teammate, friend, and woman. I want you to know that, Natasha. You deserve the world and the world definitely doesn’t deserve you, but I thank whatever higher power there is everyday that you exist. The world is a better place with you in it,” you say, tears now falling down your face.

You’d spend a million years telling Natasha how special she is if that’s what it takes for her to realize it.

Nat embraces you again, her chin rests on your shoulder. “Thank you, y/n. Will you help me ask the team for help?” She asks once she shifts out of your arms again. She reaches for your hand shyly and intertwines your fingers with hers.

“Of course, Natasha,” you reply as you walk hand in hand out of the kitchen, ready to face anything together.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Miss American Pie

Chapter Three: Bye Bye

Warning: This series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader relationship.

Summary: After freeing the widows from chemical subjugation and destroying the red room, you and Yelena finally settle down.

Part 1 & Part 2

The widows welcome you, the ones you trained with and the ones you didn’t. After Dreykov was gone and you had nothing but time. Melina and Alexei go to work on replicating the antidote. Creating enough to free all chemically subjugated agents.

It’ll take time. But the more you free the more are willing to help. Some of the widows just leave once they are given freedom. Ready to wash their hands of all of this and start living. You understand that more than anything. Eventually the operation is running on such a large scale they hardly need you at all.

Natasha hasn’t reached out since you separated after the red room. Probably off with the Avengers trying to save the world again. No one blames her, for her inability to be still. Not even Yelena.

“So,” you plop down on the couch beside Yelena. “What’s the plan now?”

“I don’t know.” She admits, staring up at the ceiling. “To be honest, I didn’t think I was going to make it this far.”

“Yeah.” You tug at a loose strand of her dirty blonde hair. “That makes two of us.”

“We could pretend to be normal.” Yelena offers. “What would a normal person do?”

“Don’t know,” you shrug. “I’ve never been one.”

“Maybe...settle down.” Yelena’s eyes are far away.

“Would you have wanted to-“ You break off, trying to sort out the words. “I mean if you could…would you have a baby?”

She raises her brows, “I never thought about it.” A long pause. “I wouldn’t know how to be a mother.”

Neither would you. You’ll never be right. Whatever that is, was, or might have been. Always a little too guarded and rough around the edges. “You never waste time thinking about things you can’t have.” You sink farther into the cushions, her pinky skates over your own. Taking the invitation you twine your fingers together.

“I thought about you.” She lowers her eyes to the coffee table. “Everyday. Until I couldn’t anymore.”

“I-“

“The red room took that from me too.”

You shake your head at her. “They can never take anything from you or anyone else ever again,” you whisper. “And to be clear you can have me.”

A laugh rumbles out of her chest at the news. “I can?”

“I mean if you still want me.” You tease, “I know that the chase is half the fun for you. So I can keep on running. I’m one foot out the door-“

“I am tired of running.” Yelena murmurs, curling up against your side.

“Me too.” Your chin rests atop her head.

“Then stop doing it!” She scolds, slapping your arm playfully in retaliation.

“I will if you will.” You know why she runs. The same reason you do. Because you’re afraid. That maybe some parts of you are too broken to love.

She mulls it over for a moment. “Truce. I don’t run. You don’t run.”

“Deal.” You give her fingers a squeeze.

“Except into the face of danger.” She clarifies, only half kidding. “Then we run, straight ahead.” Yelena motions with her free hand. “But together.”

“Together.” You agree, with a soft smile.

“We could get a dog.” The tone of her voice tells you that she is invested in the idea.

“I wouldn’t mind a dog.” You prop your feet up on the coffee table.

Yelena hates anything but a straight answer. Still feeling the need to convince you, she presents the facts. “Dogs are really cool! They have special powers.”

You chuckle, “dogs do not have powers.”

“Yes!” Yelena argues, “they can predict natural disasters and judge character.”

“That’s a special power?” You quip, “I can do that too.”

She grumbles under her breath.

“I want one.” You sigh. Feeling all the tension leave her body.

“I knew you did.” She smiles, contently.

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Dogs might have powers, but the only thing your puppy currently seems to posses is the ability to chew up anything in her path.

“Yelena have you seen my-“ you pause, taking in the scene before you, “shoes.”

“Don’t be angry,” Yelena holds up a hand.

The tiny puppy beside her squeaks, not quite a bark yet. Your demolished sneaker tumbling to the ground.

“What happened?” You run both hands over your face.

She sweeps the dog into her arms. “I told Fanny we could go for a walk once you got out of the shower. She was excited, Y/N! She was trying to bring your shoes to you. But she got distracted, only a little.”

“A little?” You can’t help but smile.

“Look at this face,” Yelena waves Fanny’s paw at you. “You can’t be mad at this face. Tell her girl. Say, you can’t be mad at me Mom, I’m trying my best.” She brings the dog closer.

You raise a hand to pet Fanny lightly. Yelena’s right of course, there is no being mad at that face. “Let me find a pair of shoes that isn’t mangled. Then we’ll go for a walk.”

“I’ll wait with Fanny.”

“Of course you will.” You retreat to your bedroom. Rummaging through the closet in search of some sort of footwear. You’d settle for slippers at this point. Fanny joins you after a moment. Nuzzling at your ankle as she whines.

It’s not everyday that she follows you, she is Yelena’s dog and never lets you forget it. “You’re really excited aren’t you?” More whining. You scoop Fanny up. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You huff, finally locating a pair of sandals. Slipping them on quickly so you can return to Yelena and gloat about being Fanny’s favorite. “Hey baby, I don’t know what you did, but look.” You smile, gazing up as you present the dog…to an empty room. That’s odd. Maybe she’s waiting outside.

You grab the leash Yelena abandoned on the countertop, securing it to Fanny’s collar. “Come on girl. Let’s go find Mama. Where’s Mama?”

Fanny follows you out the door, onto the walkway.

“Yelena?”

Nothing.

You scan the area, no sign of her. “Ok…” Back into the house, you check the bathroom next.

“Yelena!” You shout, knowing you’ll feel stupid once she replies. But she doesn’t.

A buzzing from the cell phone in your back pocket draws your attention. You set Fanny down gently, accepting the call and moving the device up to your ear. “Alexei?”

“Y/N! Oh thank god!” His voice booms through the speaker.

“Are you ok?” You ask immediately. Leaning down to grab the television remote, turning to channel thirteen, still broadcasting it’s usual gameshow.

“I am alone.” He cries through the speaker. “Melina left me with her pigs.”

“What do you mean she left you?” Something is very wrong.

“She disappeared.” He says somberly, “didn’t even say goodbye. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” The dramatic monologue continues. “I give her back rub every night and then-“

“No,” you cut him off. “Absolutely not.” Under no circumstance is he going to tell you what happens next.

“I have made mistakes, but this! This is cruel.” Alexei, clearly distraught begins cursing in Russian.

“Alexei, I know you’re upset but I need you to listen.”

“What?” He asks. “What is it?”

“Yelena is gone too.” You inform him. Your eyes flicker over the words at the bottom of your tv screen. “People disappeared all over the world.”

You fall back onto the couch, feeling all the air leave your lungs.

More hysteria on the other end of the line. “What are we going to do?”

“I’m gonna find Natasha. Maybe she knows something.” Assuming that Natasha is still here.

“What about me?”

“Come to Ohio. You can dog sit.” You offer, familiar numbness seeps into your limbs.

“I have nine pigs!” Alexei shouts back.

“We have a backyard, don’t worry.” You hang up before he has a chance to argue.

You return to the call screen. Scrolling to find a different contact. Pressing the dial button beside her name.

It rings. And rings. And rings. “Hello.”

“Natasha,” you let out the breath you’ve been holding. “What the hell happened?”

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The Avengers fortress isn’t exactly how you imagined. Not very homey.

You park your car in the lot. Removing your keys from the ignition and stowing them in your back pocket. The clear rectangular keychain with a picture of you and Yelena inside sticks out. Clinking when you round the vehicle to retrieve Fanny from the passenger seat. “Come on, Fanny.”

She wags her tail, waiting expectantly to be carried.

“You’re spoiled, you know.” You sigh, taking the puppy into your arms and closing the door behind you.

The front gate is open but Natasha takes a moment to locate. She cut her hair up to her shoulders, dyed it blonde. “Hello stranger.”

“You got a dog.” She says, in greeting.

“Yeah.” You reply, not in the mood for small talk. “It was Yelena’s idea.”

“I knew she’d sucker you into that.”

“It’s not like she could make me do anything I didn’t want to.” Your finger slides along the edge of the metal table Natasha’s seated behind.

She barks a laugh, “that’s a lie.”

Maybe so. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“It’s not mine.”

“Still cool. I like the hair too,” you motion toward her blonde locks.

“That’s not really mine either, is it?” She remarks.

“Is anything ever really ours?”

“No.” She frowns. “I guess not.”

“What happened?” You ask again.

“It’s a long story,” Nat crosses both arms over her chest. “You might want to take a seat.”

You clear your throat, pulling out the chair beside her. Fanny curls up in your lap, curious eyes darting about every now and then. You tell yourself it’s because she’s in a new place, but part of you knows, she’s looking for Yelena.

Natasha stares down at her hands. “Have you ever heard of infinity stones?”

You shake your head. “Must be an avenger thing.”

“There were six of them, scattered all over the galaxy. If a person has all six they can use them in anyway they choose. Thanos, used them to eliminate half of all living creatures.”

“Are you the only one left?” You lean in.

“No.” She sniffs, blinking away tears. “There’s others.”

“So where are they?” The place looks abandoned. “Why aren’t you charging into battle?”

“Because we lost. Probably the worst we’ve ever lost.” Natasha clenches her jaw. “By the time we found Thanos again he already destroyed the stones.”

“We’ll try again.” You decide immediately. This isn’t over.

“Will we?” Natasha shakes her head with a smirk.

“If she was gone for good I would know it.” You tell her truthfully. “I would feel it, in my heart and I don’t.”

“You didn’t see it happen. I saw him snap his fingers and-“

You lay your hand over hers, squeezing tight.

“Did you see her go?” She asks, voice just above a whisper. “Yelena. Did you see her?”

“No.” You confess, “I didn’t see.”

Natasha closes her eyes. “That’s why you still have hope.”

“Look maybe you’re right.” You shrug, “even so, now seems like a really stupid time to give up.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “What’s the dog’s name?”

“Fanny.” You inform her.

“Come on.” She rolls her blue eyes. “You’re kidding right? Tell me you didn’t actually name a dog after one of those stupid aliases Rick made me.”

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“I guess a dog’s better than a pig.” Natasha reasons. “Are they still here?”

“Not Melina.” You break the news quickly. Like tearing off a bandage. “But Alexei and all nine of her pigs are on their way to our house in Ohio.”

“Sounds crowded.”

“Always room for one more.”

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You stay like that for a long time. Hopeful. Sure that this was all some nightmare that you could wake up from; fight your way out of.

And then five years passed.

Now you come to see Natasha twice a month, just to check in. Alexei and his pigs have taken up permanent residency in the home you bought with Yelena. As for you, you bounce around. Never staying in one place too long.

“Any news?” You wonder, leaning against the doorframe of Natasha’s meeting room.

“No.” She bites out. Kicking her foot up on the desk. “You should move on.”

“Is that what you call this?” You flick your wrist in her direction. “Crying into a peanut butter sandwich.”

“It’s therapeutic.” She waves the bread at you. Tears welled up in her eyes. “You should try it sometime.”

“Nah.” You take a seat, reaching across to make a sandwich of your own. “It’s not the sandwich’s fault.”

“Am I interrupting the pity party?” Steve says, announcing his presence. Captain America is as self righteous as ever.

“Didn’t you grieve for a century over a girl you kissed one time?” You arch a brow at him, licking wayward peanut butter from the pad of your thumb. “Five years is just a drop in the bucket.”

Steve purses his lips, you have a point. “It wasn’t a century.”

“Close enough.” You mumble around a mouthful of your dinner.

“Want a bite?” Natasha offers half of her sandwich to him.

“No thanks.” He takes a step closer. “I’d offer to make you a real dinner, but already look pretty miserable. Where’s your dog?”

“Visiting her granddad.” Everyone and their mother loves that damn dog.

“Oh yeah, my great adversary.” How could he ever forget. “Is he still wearing that stupid suit?”

“I’m pretty sure the suits are stowed away. But it’s been a while since I’ve been there.” Your mind wanders to the vest. The one Natasha returned to you after Yelena was gone. The one you retired because it doesn’t smell like her anymore. Nothing does.

Most things remain untouched in the Ohio house. Your pictures. Your memories. Your plans. You can’t get rid of them. Can’t stomach being around them either.

Someone, a man, alerts the security cameras, pounding on the front door. “Hello? Is anyone home? Hello! Can you hear me?”

“How old is this video?” Steve asks, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s the front gate.” Natasha breathes, enlarging the image.

“Do we know him?” You squint at the man in question.

“It’s me, Scott Lang, Antman. I met you guys at the airport in Germany a few years ago. I had a mask on, you probably wouldn’t recognize me.” He rambles on.

Natasha presses the access panel, opening the gate.

You straighten yourselves out, before he makes it down the long hallway into the common room.

Scott paces, a lot. Nervously rubbing his hands together.

“Scott.” Steve finally cut in. “Are you ok?”

“Have any of you ever studied quantum physics?”

“Only to make conversation.” Nat says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Ok. Alright so, five years ago. Right before Thanos. I was in the quantum realm. The quantum realm is like it’s own little microscopic universe. To get in there you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she’s my uh-“ he trails off. “She was my…she was- she was supposed to pull me out. And then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there.”

“I’m sorry that must have been a long five years.” Natasha apologies.

“That’s the thing, for me it wasn’t.” Scott replies. “It was five hours.”

“What a trip.” You snort, absently toying with your belt loop.

“The rules of time are different there. See everything is unpredictable.” He explains, getting distracted by the food in your hand. “Are you gonna finish that?”

“I guess not.” You hold it out to him.

He accepts, gratefully stuffing the bread into his mouth.

“Scott! What are you talking about?” Steve demands.

“So what I’m saying is time works differently in the quantum realm. The only problem is we don’t have a way to navigate it. But if we did, if we could somehow control the chaos; to enter the quantum realm at a certain point in time and exit at another point in time…like,” Scott locks eyes with you then. “Like before Thanos.”

You nod.

“Are you talking about a time machine?” Steve sighs, running a hand over his tense forehead.

“No. No of course not. Not like a time machine but like a…yeah.” There’s no other word for it. “Like a time machine. I know it’s crazy. But I can’t stop thinking about it! There gotta be some way.”

“Scott,” Natasha calls his attention. “I get emails from a raccoon. So nothing sounds crazy to me anymore.”

“So who do we talk to about this?” His eyes flicker between the three of you.

“Don’t look at me.” You hold both hands up. “That’s way above my pay grade.”

Part 4

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Dental Terrors

A/N: Who would've known the lovely, terrifying, petite assassin was afraid of the dentist?

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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"Lena, if you don't loosen your grip, my hand is going to come off." You tease, watching as her eyes never leave the dentist's figure. "Lena?" She gulps and her eyes widen as the dentist pulls out a pair of menacing looking pliers, flicking the tip of the needle. "Hellooo? Earth to Belova?" She stares at you, her eyes pleading.

"Please, please, please, get me out of here." She begs and you shush her, stroking her cheek gently.

"Yelena, listen to me. If you be good and don't thrash around, I'll buy you a frozen yogurt and we can watch a Mission Impossible movie." Her eyes light up as you lock eyes with the dentist, giving him a subtle nod.

"Really?" She exclaims as the dentist sneaks up behind her, gently pricking her neck with the needle. "I thought you hated-" Her eyes roll up to the back of her head, her body slumping forward.

"Alright, do what you gotta do Doc."

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"Y/N?" A voice slurs and your eyes shoot open. A dopey looking Yelena stares into your eyes, her hands raised in front of her, making grabby hands.

"Hi sweetie," you smile tiredly at her, picking her up. Her arms wrap around your neck, her legs clinging to your back.

"You betrayed me!" She pouts adorably, littering kisses atop your head, making you giggle.

"Did I really?" You boop her nose gently.

"Yes!" She giggles, burying her face in your shoulder. "You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt me!" You stiffen at her words but she remains oblivious. "You let the mean needle man touch me."

You stroke her hair, smiling when a small purr escapes her throat.

"I'm sorry." It comes out as a whisper. "I'm sorry for letting the mean needle man touch you." She smiles devilishly at your apology.

"Does this mean I'll get an extra scoop of ice cream?" You gasp dramatically, flicking her forehead and eliciting a giggle from her.

"You're milking my apologies for a second scoop of frozen dairy?" You shake her head, swinging her body over your shoulder. "And to think I was actually being sincere." She screams when you slap her ass playfully before hauling her towards the car.

"Let me gooooo!" She whines and you shake you head.

"No can do ma'am. You shouldn't have tried to milk my sympathy for an extra scoop." You gently deposit her on the seat, strapping her in. She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as you strap yourself in.

"I want my girlfriend. She's always so much nicer." You stifle a giggle as Nat peeks out from the driver's seat.

"Oh really? How so?" You challenge and Nat quickly whips out her phone, recording the moment.

"Yeah! She'd give me as many scoops of ice cream I want!" Nat snorts, catching Yelena's attention. Her eyes widen before she lifts her feet up, kicking the head of Natasha's seat with both her feet. "Stranger danger!"

Nat's head flings backward, smacking her head on the glass windshield. You gasp as Yelena claps her hands happily.

"I removed the stranger!" Yelena exclaims proudly but you pay no attention as you rush out of the car, racing towards Nat's limp body in the drivers seat.

"Oh my god, Nat are you okay?" She stares at you, wincing as she rubs the back of her head.

"Remind me to never talk to Yelena when she's on meds." You chuckle, moving to sit next to Yelena when she grabs your arm. "Hold on. You really want to sit next to her when she just kicked me thinking I was a stranger?" You pause.

"Good point." She smirks and you move to strap yourself in when a pair of arms grab you from behind, hauling you over the center console and into the back. "Augh-"

"There you are!" She nuzzles her face into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you. "You can't run from me!" You shiver as she leans in, whispering in your ear, "You're stuck with me forever."

"I-I'll keep that in mind." You smile meekly at her before she rests her head on your shoulder happily.

"I want mint chocolate chip ice cream."

"Yup."

"Two scoops."

"You got it honey."

"And Mission Impossible marathon."

"You're the boss."

"You're so whipped." Nat smirks and you glare at her.

"If you even mention it, I'll let Yelena kick you again." You gesture to your happily oblivious girlfriend. Nat immediately raises her hands in surrender before returning her attention to the road.

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"Y/N?" You look up from your bowl of melting ice cream.

"Yes?" She rests her head on your shoulder.

"I wanna go to sleep." You smile, taking the bowl from her and placing it on the bedside table before readjusting the pillows and tucking her in.

"Alright, I'll go put the bowls in the sink." She pouts, making grabby hands at you.

"Noooooo stay with meeeeeeee." You shake your head amusedly before setting down the bowls and sliding under the covers.

"You want me to stay with you?" She nods. "Then you'll have to stay with me forever!" You reach out, tickling her aggressively. She screams, writhing around in the sheets till you finally stop.

"I love you so much." You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

"I love you too."

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When Yelena wakes up, the meds have worn off. She groans, gently massaging her jaw. You let out a little whimper, pulling her attention back towards you. She admires you, your hair splayed out on the pillow, a small smile on your face.

So peaceful. So quiet.

"It's not nice to stare you know." She almost doesn't hear it, seeing as your face is buried in a pillow.

"I wasn't staring. I was admiring." You chuckle, slapping her with a pillow.

"Stalker."

"Ow!" You instantly jump up, inspecting her face.

"Lena, I'm so sorry! I forgot all about your jaw." You can see the tears forming in your eyes and you panic. "Jesus, I'll get you your meds." You move to grab her meds but are quickly pushed down.

She swings a leg over your hip, effectively trapping you. The tears are gone, replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Nowhere to go little one," she taunts you and you gasp.

"You tricked me!" She smiles.

"Of course. How else would I break the news to you?" You frown, arching your eyebrows.

"What news?"

"Your dentist appointment's next week."

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"Lena, c'mon, let's think about this!" You plead, watching in complete terror as the dentist procures a wicked looking instrument from his table.

"Sorry sweetie but this is necessary," she replies, mock sympathy dripping from her words. Closing the office door behind her which effectively mutes your screams, she plops down into a chair next to Tony.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Tony cackles wickedly as Yelena smirks.

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