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Lena knew this was going to be a bad one. She was making dinner when she glanced up and saw that the Lakehawks game had been interrupted by a breaking news report. There was a fire on the south side hills, flames raking the side of the building as they reached hungrily for the sky, as if to consume the stars themselves.
Rushing to the balcony, she could see it, an angry red glow on the edge of the city. It was a bad place for a fire. It was out of control and the brush and vegetation nearby was dry; all of Southern California was under drought conditions and a fire watch. Everyone in the city would be glued to their televisions; a helicopter thumped overhead, sending a downblast over her as it thundered towards the fire.
Lena watched with her own eyes, briefly spotting the red and blue streak across the night sky. She couldn’t see the fire itself but she could imagine Kara slicing through the air at full speed, dousing or something the flames in some clever way. True to form, the glow died down quickly. Lena didn’t need to turn back to the tv to know the fire was was contained and would soon be out.
She waited patiently on the balcony, leaning over the railing and letting the crisp night air sweep through her hair. She looked up when she saw that familiar dash of red and blue slow and descend beside her, cape billowing out behind Kara as she landed.
Her face and hair and suit were streaked with soot and her eyes were downcast. Lena said nothing as she placed her hands on Kara’s big shoulders and led her inside. As soon as they were in, Lena closed the doors and pulled the curtains, then swiftly turned and undid the clasps that held Kara’s cape to her shoulders, sweeping it over the back of a chair. From the set of her back and the way her head hung, she knew at once that something as wrong.
She didn’t ask. Kara was never cruel to her, never snapped at her, but Lena had learned to read her and knew that she needed a little bit of silence to process after something happened.
A kind of ritual had been created between them. Lena parted the skintight suit to reveal the hidden zipper and pulled it down, exposing the honeyed skin of Kara’s broad back. She wore a crop top and boxers under the suit, and shimmied out of it, gathering it and the cape.
Kara turned to head towards the bedroom, and Lena caught her with a hand resting softly on her forearm.
“I wasn’t fast enough,” Kara whispered, as the tears began to fall.
Lena took the suit from her and the cape and laid them reverently across the chair.
“Don’t worry about me,” said Kara. “I’ll be fine.”
“You will be, but I’m going to worry all I want.”
Lena pressed into her and Kara wrapped her arms around her, nuzzling her nose into the crown of Lena’s head. Kryptonian super-senses. She was taking deep breaths of Lena’s pheromones and feeling the beat of her heart against her own chest. Kara smelled like sweat and burnt drywall, but Lena didn’t care.
“Eat your dinner. I’ll be okay.”
Lena let her go, but put away what she’d been making; the chicken could brine for up to a day anyway, and she wanted to share this meal for Kara. Lena wouldn’t admit that she enjoyed feeding Kara, whose body seemed so incapable of gaining any weight which was not muscle, but she knew she did. Not to mention the little thrill she got from introducing her to new tastes.
She had a protein shake instead, waiting for Kara to come out of the shower. Kara would wash her suit and cape herself, so Lena left it.
When she stepped into the bedroom, Kara had changed into a loose, threadbare t-shirt and was fluffing her hair with a towel. Eventually it would dry into flawless waves with loosely curled, salon perfect ends; apparently Kryptonians also had super styling amongst their repertoire of scientifically implausible abilities.
Kara flopped on her side on the bed, sighing.
Lena crawled aboard behind her and wrapped her arms around Kara, and Kara immediately sank back into her embrace with a soft sigh. The bed erased their height difference and Lena sheltered Kara with her body, tucking her head against her chest. After a while, she began slowly running her fingers through Kara’s damp hair, and her tuneless hum became a half-remembered lullaby her mother had sung as Kara let out a quiet sob and shuddered.
Sometimes, the biggest person needed to be small, and the strongest woman in the world needed someone to be stronger. Eventually, Kara told Lena what happened, yet another invisible scar she’d carry forever. Once again Lena bitterly thought that Kara didn’t deserve to live like this, bearing the guilt of two whole worlds on her shoulders.
But she did, so Lena would help her carry it.
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#softcorp#Kara is tiny baby#Lena is tiny baby#sad Kara#poor thing only thinks about the ones she doesn’t save
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he’s actually called joe bear graves because the moment he gets to fuck you, you end up pregnant with the biggest fattest chunkiest baby ever so is so silly and happy and absolutely loves their daddy
LOUDER
cw: mentions of past miscarriages, NOT by reader though
When the test comes back positive you're over the moon!! You managed to get pregnant so quickly even though your husband, Joe, warned you that he's getting up there with age, he fears that he's too old to give you a baby, not to mention his fertility issues :((
On the other hand, Joe is terrified. He went through this with his ex wife, Lena. He dealt with the pain, the agony of one miscarriage after another, the loss of a baby he wanted so much, then the constant tension and fights and ultimately a painful divorce. He thinks it's all his fault, it's him who has the weak sperm, it's him who can't give a baby so I think he wouldn't want to get his hopes up, as painful as it sounds. He couldn't deal with the heartbreak of watching someone he loves so dearly be disappointed with him again.
Well, that's until your baby arrives! The most beautiful, healthy and giggly daughter that ever graced the world! Bear would be straight up bawling while holding his newborn, the tiny baby girl cleaned and wrapped in a tiny pink blanket. Only a day ago she was still in your belly and now look at that, she's in her father's arms, doozing off while clutching her dad's finger in her tiny hand, unaware of the happiness her parents feel <33
Now, almost three months later your daughter is the chunkiest, happiest baby ever! She is the light of your life, the thing that makes you excited to wake up because you'll be able to see your baby and you know that Joe shares the very same sentiment, often playfully 'fighting' with your husband over who gets to hold the baby <3
Bear makes BIG babies; your little girl is so chunky and healthy that the doctors who do the regular check ups have only praise for her as she is cluelessly held in her dad's strong arms, giggling and babbling at the nice nurse <33
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#six x reader#six 2017#joe bear graves x reader#joe graves x reader#joe bear graves#joe graves
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Baby Gilbert
Flufftober, October 15th
Little gilbert sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Elena Gilbert
Summary: You have a nightmare and go to your big sister's room for comfort
Warnings: none
A/n: I forgot I actually completed this work, but it's a bit older, so keep that in mind😅
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Your the youngest gilbert sibling being 5 years old, as of right now it’s later in the night almost 11pm. Jeremy is at one of his friends houses for the night and Jenna is at Alaric’s apartment so it’s just you, Elena and Stefan since he was also here with Elena in her bedroom helping with history homework because he lived during the 19th century.
You just woke up, starting to cry from the nightmare you were having seconds before. After a couple of minutes and a few whimpers immitted from you, you got up and went into Jeremy’s room since his was the closest to yours. When you got into his room and climbed onto his bed you realized that your brother wasn’t there. Sliding off his bed and landing on your knees you started to go over to Elena’s room seeing that the door was cracked open a bit and her light was on. You crept up to her door and opened it a little bit more slowly walking in but soon saw that the person sitting on the bed wasn't your sister but Stefan your sister's boyfriend.
Stefan noticed you, looking up from the text book laying across his knees. "Hi y/n/n. What's wrong, what are you doing up?" He asked seeing the tear streaks on your face and you fidgeting around.
"Had bad drweam" you answered trembling in your voice a little bit.
"Well do you want to talk about it?" Stefan concerned for you since your only a little kid.
You thought about it and slowly shook your head, not knowing how to explain it exactly. There were tears still running down your face and you went over to the side of the bed where he was sitting. Looking up at him with puppy dog eyes you lifted your arms up making grabby hand motions for him.
"Alright hun, here we go" Stefan smiled and moved the text book off his legs then picked you up and set you down onto his lap facing him.
You leaned into his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him. Your tears are damping his shirt but he doesn't care and hugged your tiny self back.
Stefan thought how if Damon saw him right he wouldn't let this go for the rest of the month, teasing him.
"Where Lena?" You looked up at him.
"She's in the bathroom, getting ready for bed" Stefan answered and started to rub small circles on your back.
You nodded and leaned forward against his chest again. While dozing off you started to trace shapes on the front of his left shoulder. Stefan softly smiled at your cute actions and looked over to where Elena walked out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas. Elena observed how your in Stefan’s lap with his arms wrapped around you, and she also noticed the tear streaks on your cheeks.
“Aww this is so cute” Elena almost squealed at the cuteness in front of her.
She picked up her cell phone from the dresser and snapped a couple pictures of you two in one of them Stefan flipping off the camera. Elena sat down next to the two of you by now you were fast asleep and can’t hear Elena telling Stefan off for pulling the middle finger stunt.
“Want me to put her to bed Stef?” Elena asked, kissing the top of your head.
Stefan immediately held onto you tighter and quietly growled when Elena tried to take you. She suppressed her laugh at Stefan’s protectiveness over you. “At least if you ever look after her than I know she’s going to be safe” Elena pointed out and Stefan nodded.
“Oh yeah why does y/n have tear stains on her face?” Elena asked remembering.
“She had a bad dream that scared her to start crying” Stefan answered.
“What could’ve scared her so much that it brought her to crying” Elena wondered since you usually didn’t have any bad dreams.
“I don’t know but let’s not worry too much, if it keeps happening then we can start to worry. But now I think we should just got to sleep in case we wake her.” Stefan nodded down to your sleeping state.
Elena agreed and both of them laid down, Elena turning the lights off and yet you were still fast asleep in Stefan’s embrace. Its taking Elena all her might not to ‘aww’ at the cuteness beside her.
“You know if Damon ever finds out he’s never going to let it go” Elena whispered.
“Well let’s hope he doesn’t and that she doesn’t say anything about this to him” Stefan responded.
“That won’t be a problem for her, Damon has already scared her enough to the point she won’t be in the same room with him alone” Elena said rolling her eyes at the thought.
“If she wasn’t scared of him then we could really piss him off by getting him to babysit” Stefan chuckled a bit but stopped not wanting to wake you.
Elena quietly laughed a bit and nodded.
#stefan salvatore#elena gilbert#little gilbert reader#baby gilbert reader#little gilbert sister#stefan salvatore x kid reader#elena gilbert x kid reader#stefan salvatore x female reader#stefan salvatore x fem reader#stefan salvatore x reader#elena gilbert x reader#cute#comfort#elena gilbert x female reader#elena gilbert x fem reader#fluff#imagines#thevampirediaries#fanfic#writing#theoriginals#flufftober2023
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poisoned mercury | smau: the boys visit unc!
a/n: you will literally have to rip poisoned mercury out of my cold dead hands. im not leaving them behind.
poisoned mercury smau masterlist | series masterlist
yns_privateacc: the boys are in town… let the chaos ensue
notluke: not you exposing my cards to the world 😕
notluke: now they know what i have
tswizzle_: i promise u nobody was choosing ur cards bro u are NOT funny
notluke: your mom thinks im funny
yns_privateacc: notluke boo YOU STINK. make better jokes!!!
notluke: yns_privateacc :(
lena_b: i still have that bruise from when connor shoved me
cstoll: there was a car coming?!? i saved your life????
charliebeck: i dont go out with you guys ONE TIME and you’re walking in the middle of the road? smh
lena_b: charliebeck sorry babe
tagged chr1sr0d, notluke, and charliebeck.
clarisselalala: the way the bfs act like my and yns_privateacc’s room is theirs 🙄
chr1sr0d: your bed is comfy
chr1sr0d: gonna stay here forever
clarisselalala: that can be arranged
yns_privateacc: uhh no? i don’t wanna be permanently sexiled thank u
notluke: yns_privateacc you can sleep in my bed 👀
tswizzle_: get a room notluke yns_privateacc
yns_privateacc: can’t bc clar and chris STOLE IT
lena_b: your room is the party room 🤷🏽♀️
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clarisselalala posted a story!
the lovebirds 👩🏻❤️💋👨🏻
tagged notluke and yns_privateacc.
yns_privateacc replied to this story:
yns_privateacc: this is so cute send me this pls
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cstoll replied to this story:
cstoll: yuck
cstoll: (god are you there when is it my turn?)
clarisselalala: WOMP WOMP
tswizzle_ replied to this story:
tswizzle_: mom and dad fr
clarisselalala: i thought me and chris were mom and dad? 🤨
tswizzle_: given that i come from a broken home i think im deserving of two sets of parents
clarisselalala: oh that’s not—
notluke posted a story!
fearing for my life in the backseat. yns_privateacc CANNOT drive.
yns_privateacc replied to this story:
yns_privateacc: so walk
notluke: im just kidding baby pls
notluke: its a joke
notluke: gimme a kiss
yns_privateacc: we’re literally in the same car right now 😭😭😭
notluke: exactly so gimme a kiss
notluke: at the next stop light tho u need to keep your eyes on the road
yns_privateacc: 😐
lena_b posted a story!
new ick unlocked: watching our bfs ride bikes
tagged yns_privateacc and clarisselalala.
charliebeck replied to this story:
charliebeck: HOW IS THIS AN ICK
charliebeck: HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO RIDE BIKES
lena_b: why are you as a man riding a bike
charliebeck: BECAUSE YOU ASKED TO GO ON A TRIPLE BIKE RIDING DATE?
notluke replied to this story:
notluke: DELETE THSI???
notluke: LENA WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THAT FROM THE BAXK
notluke: is this how people perceive me
lena_b: yes
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chr1sr0d replied to this story:
chr1sr0d: why do i look so tiny
chr1sr0d: tell charlie to send his workout routine asap
lena_b: chris, charlie is a d1 football player.
chr1sr0d: anything is possible if you believe
chr1sr0d: i mean i pulled clarisse so 🤷🏽♂️
lena_b: YEAAAAHHHH YOU DID
tagged yns_privateacc.
notluke: my muse. my five star.
yns_privateacc: i love you pretty boy
yns_privateacc: come back soon
notluke: i love you baby
tswizzle_: AWWW SHUCKS
tswizzle_: “i love you” ????? MY BOY FINALLY SAID IT
notluke: i wasn’t gonna tell her i love her for the first time over the phone trav 😭
cstoll: finally you’ll stop freaking out over how to tell her you love her
cstoll: yns_privateacc bro was STRESSIN
notluke: CHILL?!!!??
lena_b: SHUT YP THIS IS SO CUTE
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#frances writes#poisoned mercury#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke pjo#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan smau#percy jackson smau
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The Chronicles of Chaos and Cuddles: Friendly Intruder
You slept peacefully in mama's big bed, the huge blanket covering yours and Nat's body. Your tiny hand gripped her finger in your sleep, but she didn't mind at all, thinking that you looked super cute.
Natasha held you tightly- but not too tightly, as the two of you floated around in your dreamlands.
While you probably dreamt about an infinite amount of candy as well as having a pet unicorn, Nat's dreams weren't all happiness and rainbows.
But that didn't really matter, because next thing she knew, there was a loud banging at the door. Natasha quickly lifted you from her body and put you on the bed, hoping that you stayed asleep.
She grabbed a gun that she kept in a cupboard nearby and rushed to the door, opening it before holding a gun up to the person's face.
Surprise, surprise, 'twas her own sister, Yelena.
"What the hell are you doing here, sestra?" Natasha asked, kind of mad, because the blonde interrupted her sleep.
"Oh, come on, aren't you happy to see me?" Yelena asked, throwing her arms around Natasha, clearly having had something to drink.
You, tiny little you, heard the commotion and woke up, seeing mama on the floor with a stranger on top of her. You quickly took a pillow from the couch and ran up to the two, smacking the pillow on the head of the blonde girl, "Off! Off! You hurt mama! You bad!" You yelled, continuing to hit the woman with the pillow.
"Detka, detka, that's aunt Lena. Remember? The one I told you about." Natasha said, chuckling slightly as she lifted you up, glancing over to the said aunt who was fixing her disheveled hair.
"You bad!" You yelled, crossing your arms and blowing raspberries at her.
"Baby, she's not bad. She's just in...a funny mood." Natasha told you, not wanting to tell you about alcohol and its effects at such a young age.
"Not bad?" You asked innocently, looking up to mama.
"No, Y/N/N. See, she's so, so nice. Aren't you?" Natasha asked, looking over to Yelena who looked like she had no clue what was happening.
"Yeah, yeah. So nice." She said nonetheless, showing a thumbs up.
"'kay." You simply said, cuddling up to mama.
"Come in and tell me about why you've been causing a ruckus. And this time without waking my baby." Natasha told her sister as she carried you back into the bedroom, where you could, hopefully, return to your dreamland of candy and rainbows.
#marvel#yours-mythically#the avengers#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha x reader#platonic#mama nat#natasha x daughter!reader
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a little blurb about babys first halloween? from daylight?
baby blurb from the ‘daylight’ universe, wherein one night stand on halloween changes everything.
dad!eddie munson x mom!reader
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“I can’t believe you made our baby dress up as a rat,” you grumbled, adjusting the little hood on your daughter’s more-mouse-than-rat costume. A gummy smile greeted you, something she’d only recently started doing. “Eddie, are you almost ready? Chrissy and Steve will be here with Melody soon.”
“One second, trying to recreate the magic of the night we met, you know? Needs to be perfect.” He thundered down the hall to where you stood in the kitchen, Elena curled into your side. “Minus the making of party favor number two, obviously.”
“Party favor number one needs to be sleeping through the night and walking before I even consider it,” you teased, grinning into a kiss as your “Westley” leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.
“We had to stay on theme,” he argued, in reference to the baby rat/mouse on your hip. “And she’s the cutest little ROUS I ever did see. Isn’t that right, Elena?”
Her reply was a coo, and you watched as Eddie’s heart melted all over again for his little girl. Smitten, he was absolutely smitten with her and didn’t care who knew it. His hands reached out to curl beneath her arms, drawing her up and out of your hold and into his, where she immediately tucked herself into like it was her favorite place in the world to be.
You understood completely — the cradle of Eddie’s arms, the feel of his chest beneath you at night everything you could have ever dreamed of.
She was your daughter, after all.
And had her father wrapped around her tiny little finger from the moment she entered the world.
“Although…” you trailed off, eyes roaming over Eddie’s form in the same costume he wore the night you met him. That mask tied around his head, the tight pants hugging his thighs, the tunic tucked into them, the leather boots and gloves. Heat simmered in your belly, and lower, the burning behind your eyes making Eddie’s jaw tick.
“There are young eyes and ears here,” Eddie warned, leather gloved hand curling around your waist to tug you in close, “need I remind you?”
He paused, kissing his daughter’s still semi-wobbly head as she shifted against him, nearly thumping against his cheek. “Later, sweetheart. You know how much I liked seeing that dress on the floor last time.”
He winked, and heat flooded your chest and cheeks, heart thrumming at the mere notion, disrupted by the insistent knocking at the front door.
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Halloween looked a lot differently this year, you realized, walking beside Eddie as he pushed the baby’s stroller along the bumpy Hawkins streets.
Instead of parties with blaring music, you paused to give Elena a bottle while Steve and Chrissy helped Melody hobble up to house after house, coming back squealing every time with her spoils of trick-or-treating.
Instead of sipping drinks at a table with Eddie as he danced his way into your heart, he leaned over to draw you in for a kiss, clutched your hand in his, whispered he loved you every chance he got.
Different, and yet perfect, your heart light as Elena babbled from within her stroller, grinning up at her dad as Chrissy and Steve skipped back over as a little trio, the three of them dressed as Woody, Bo Peep, with Melody in a makeshift Slinky dog costume.
“‘Lena!” Melody squealed, practically climbing up Eddie’s thigh in order to look over at her tiniest best friend.
Eddie grunted, hoisting the little girl up onto his hip, blowing a raspberry into her cheek when she leaned down to hand a rattle toy to the currently cooing little one.
“Melody, ask Uncle Eddie please,” Chrissy admonished, pinching her brow. “Poor Uncle Eddie is going to run out of arms soon.”
“Huh?” you asked, pulling your eyes away from the very attractive sight of the man you loved with one (now bared, since he got warm) tattooed arm curled around your daughter’s stroller, and the other filled by a toddler.
Steve grinned. “In about seven months soon.”
“No way!” you shrieked, arms curling tight around Chrissy’s neck, wide smile pressed into her neck.
“Congratulations,” Eddie said, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.
So, yes — Halloween looked quite different this year. But different could also mean perfect, and standing there on that busy sidewalk, with your best friends, and the two loves of your life, you realized it was just that.
And later, after Elena had gone to sleep down the hall, Eddie made good on his promises to reenact the night you met — your dress discarded at the edge of the bed, where it remained as he showed you over and over and over again just how much he liked it.
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#lunaloveseddie#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#dad!eddie munson#dad!eddie munson x mom!reader
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Art
Lena didn't realise how dangerous it was to go shopping for baby stuff, especially with a Kara by her side.
Every little outfit and toy was the most adorable little thing she just had to have. Every single one. She held out some hope for Kara to somehow be the sensible one, or banking on her Luthor genes to make her see reason, but as much as she tried she was not immune to the irresistible power of baby clothes.
"Look! This shirt has pictures of dinosaurs in space!" Kara said, pointing at the little adorable shirt she pulled off from the shelf. Lena thought it was the most genius design she'd ever seen.
"Okay, that is cute. You can add it." Lena tried to sound authoritative but had a feeling she was somehow failing to do so.
"Isn't that too many shirts already?" Good thing they had Brainy and Nia with them at the very least to help keep them in line.
"But it's so cute!" Nia countered Brainy's sound argument. Okay, they were lucky to have Brainy. Nia was the worst enabler.
"Kids go through many shirts! Plus, we have two." Kara tried to solidify Nia's argument. Nia in turn collected a few more shirts for their pile in the hope that Brainy would agree.
"They go through many clothes mainly due to their many growth sprouts they experience in a short time, so there's no need to purchase thirty four shirts of similar size." He calmly explained.
"Thirty four, did we really get that many?" Lena asked, slightly concerned she somehow missed the amount they were carrying up to this point. "We should probably return most of them to the shelves, get some different size clothing."
"They don't have bigger sizes at this store, and this is the cutest thing ever!" Kara argued.
"We still have to put most of them away." Brainy really had a point.
"How can you give up on those?" Kara pulled up a random selection of shirts from their cart, all just as amazing and cute as the rest.
"It's cute, but at the end of the day it's just some silly pictures, we can get them more stuff as they grow." Lena tried her best to resist the power of the shirt. She really should've stopped picturing the way it would look at their future babies.
"It's art Lena! It's important!"
"How?"
"It would help develop their creativity and innovation! Stimulate their mind to become whatever they want to be!"
Lena narrowed her eyes, studying her closely. "We can keep half." She sighed
Kara took that as a small victory and started to categories them as best she could given the circumstances (the circumstances being all of them being cute).
"You're gonna be one of those mothers who can't say no to your kids, won't you?" Nia asked in a hush tone.
"She was unable to say no to Kara, despite her ridiculous, yet not baseless arguments. So I very much doubt she would be able to say no to two little adorable toddlers." Brainy interjected before she had a chance to answer.
He had a point.
"You said that her argument was not baseless, does it mean we can get more shirts?" Nia tried.
Brainy swallow, obviously trying his best to remain the sensible one in the group.
"One." He eventually said. Nia was already by Kara's side.
"We're all doomed, aren't we?" Brainy asked Lena, his eyes trained on his wife and Kara who were already in a heated debate regarding the tiny clothing.
"Oh, yes. Very doomed." Lena answered back. Those kids were about to run them wild.
#it is very artful#what can i say#supercorp#supergirl#kara danvers#lena luthor#art#supercorptober2023#supercorptober#my art#my fic
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Kara is kidnapped and Lena is furious. It takes 36 hours to find her location and Lena and Alex are the first to get inside
Alex: You go to Kara to check her I’ll keep the enemy at gun point
Lena: Understood
Alex and Lena make their way through the building and at the last door Alex breaks the door down and sitting in a chair is Lillian Luthor and opposite her is Kara holding a tiny blonde child
Alex: What the fuck
Kara: Alex language Lachlan may be a baby but I don’t want his first words to be swears
Alex and Lena look at each other
Lena: Did we miss something
Lillian: No Lena I did kidnap your wife but no harm has come to her or the child
Alex: Whose child is that?
Lillian: Lex genetically engineered a child that was a mix of Super and Luthor DNA
Alex: Wait your telling me Lex mixed his DNA with Kara’s
Lillian: No Lena’s
Lena: You mean you kidnapped my wife to give her a child that is genetically ours?
Lillian: With Lex dead he was going to die and I’m not cruel enough to hurt a child
Lena, Alex and Kara gave her a look
Lillian: Okay let me rephrase I have learnt my lesson and I don’t want to hurt the tiny child so now he is in your custody I will take my leave
Lillian get her watch and walks through
Alex: Congratulations it’s a boy
#lena luthor#supercorp#supercorp incorrect quotes#kara danvers#alex danvers#supergirl incorrect quotes#lillian luthor
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birthday surprise (dad!matty x reader fluff)
another matty35 fic!! a sweet little moment about you and your girls surprising their dad on his birthday, on the other side of the world from home. enjoy! <3
“here we are, 345. dyl, you take the keycard for your mum, yeah?” adam hands the card for the room to your eldest, then peels your middle child from his leg, ruffling her curls. “and remember, you need to be extra loud to wake your dad up. feel free to film it, also.”
you snort, readjusting the baby in your arms. “you think i'll be able to wrangle these three and matty and get the camera out at the same time?”
“good point. still, i expect to hear all about it later!”
“of course. thanks again for helping with this, mate,” you give your friend a hug. “right, you lot, hugs to uncle adam before we go inside.”
adam crouches so dylan and elena can cuddle him, then stands to boop phoebe's tiny nose. “see you all at dinner. have fun!”
“we will!” dylan calls after him. grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she turns to look at you expectantly. “can we go in now, mummy?”
the eagerness is practically radiating off her and elena - actually, even phoebe, barely a year old, seems keen to get inside to see her dad. then again, her two big sisters did spend the entire flight from london to LA explaining that matty was away for work and it was about to be his birthday and the reason you were all on the plane was so you could go and surprise him at work “and also to go to the beach”. while she might be too little to fully understand what they're saying - especially given that both of your elder daughters inherited the matty trait of rambling at the speed of light - their enthusiasm was definitely contagious; despite your lethargy from trying to get three under-eights through an airport and onto a plane in peace, your own excitement about seeing matty for the first time in two months was heightened listening to them yap.
you nod, smiling at your girls. “open the door, dyl, sweetheart. remember to be really quiet when we're going in, yeah? we don't want to wake daddy up before we're ready, do we?”
“no,” elena shakes her head, wild curls flying everywhere. she's the one most like her dad, in personality and looks, with a big toothy smile and a frequent disdain for rules or convention. “and we need to put all our things away first, too.”
well, sometimes she's very like you. “exactly, lena. help your sister with the door, would you?”
little faces set in determination, dylan and elena push the heavy door open as quietly as possible; you shift phoebe into one arm and hold it with the other while they grab their suitcases, then swap the baby to your other arm while you grab your own. once you're in the little entryway, dylan sensibly grabs the handle so she can close the door with minimal noise, turning to you with a grin. “we did it.”
“we did. well done, munchkins,” you high-five dylan and elena, and kiss phoebe's fluffy little head before looking around the hotel room - although, suite would be a more accurate word to describe it. you knew management were booking some sort of family room for matty in preparation for the birthday surprise, but you didn't quite expect something so elaborate. “wow, this is nice.”
“it's so big!” elena pokes her head round the nearest door to you, left ajar, and returns absolutely beaming. “that's daddy's room.”
dylan gasps and tiptoes to stick her own head in, and you follow, excitement buzzing through your body. at the sight of matty, fast asleep with his curls askew and the covers bunched around his waist, you sigh happily; even after all these years together, you're not used to being away from him, and the sight of him within touching distance after almost nine weeks of nothing but facetimes and texts and phone calls honestly brings a lump to your throat.
you can't keep looking at him forever, though, as easy as it would be for you to do - you and your daughters are on a mission, after all. “right. lena, could you open the door on the left, please? the one across from dad's?”
she obliges. “bathroom - oh!” she gasps. “the shower has a bench in it!”
“really?” you peer in, jaw dropping in complete bewilderment - the room's bigger than the master bedroom in the old flat. “shi- shocked. i'm shocked. anyway,” you nudge her out of the doorway. “moving on. next room?”
dylan's already on it. “another bedroom, mum. two beds.”
“that's you two's, then. come on, we'll put our stuff in here for now.”
it's a lovely room, sun-dappled and spacious. you giggle as elena cannonballs onto one of the beds, while dylan immediately goes to the window to look out onto los angeles; phoebe coos happily as you lay her on the other bed, kicking her tiny legs in the air with reckless abandon. she giggles when you lean down to blow a raspberry on her tummy, your favourite sound in the world, and cuddles into you when you take her into your arms again. “alright, my girls, i think it's time,” you start, and the two older girls come skidding over. “who's got dad's birthday card?”
“me,” elena runs to her carry-on, pulling out the card the three of them made for matty and carrying it over as if it was made of glass.
“and the present?”
“here,” dylan holds up a gift bag.
you nod. “good. you ready?”
they both nod enthusiastically, little bobbleheads with cheesy grins. you grin in return, turning to phoebe. “are you ready, baba?”
adorably, she grins back just as cheesily as her sisters; you take that as a “yes”, although you carefully sniff her to make sure she doesn't need changed. with an approving nod, you stand up, smiling. “alright. let's go and see daddy. quietly.”
you've barely got the words out before dylan and elena are tiptoeing as quickly as they can out of the room, graceless impersonations of the demi-pointe running they do at ballet class. turning to phoebe, you sigh. “nice of them to wait for us, isn't it, pheebs?”
she giggles again, a flash of matty genes amidst a face that looks mostly like yours. even though you've been married to him for years and loved him even longer, the fact you have three kids with matty is a little bit mind-boggling to you. in all those years you spent pining for him, the thought of a family was far-fetched even in your wildest dreams - thinking about your girls, half you and half him, flesh and blood with hearts of gold and incredible brains and the biggest smiles you've ever seen… it's honestly a little overwhelming, in the best possible way; a perfect epilogue to a love story that took a few more pages to kick in than it should've.
“mama,” phoebe coos, distracting you, beaming when you coo praise in response. yeah, she only knows two words, but she learned them scarily fast compared to her sisters - again, you reckon it's down to their and matty's respective constant yapping. “dada?”
“yes, sweet girl, we'll go and see him now,” you hoist her further into your grasp, kissing her chubby cheek before following your other sweet girls. they’re waiting outside matty’s door, looking between it and you like they’re watching wimbledon, practically vibrating with excitement. the sight makes you smile. “ok, girls, game plan time. i say we all sit on the empty side of the bed, and when i give the signal, we shout ‘surprise!’. classic, simple, effective. yeah?”
“good idea, mum,” dylan nods. “now?”
you grin. “yeah.”
she bolts into the room, ducking round the half-open door without touching it, elena at her heels. you can’t really stop yourself from running, either, although the door hinders you slightly more given that you’re holding phoebe. and, you know, you’re not five or seven. by the time you and the baby get in, the girls have already carefully climbed onto the bed, staring lovingly down at matty not unlike the way they stared at phoebe when she first came home from the hospital.
the thought makes you giggle, which in turn makes elena turn round to scowl at you. “mummy! shhhh!”
“sorry. here, dyl, take… thanks,” you pass phoebe to her biggest sister while you climb onto the bed, too; dylan carefully sits the baby down beside her, the resemblance between them especially evident in the way they’re smiling. you can’t blame them - you might be biased, but you do think your husband is a very cute sleeper, pretty lips slightly parted and eyelashes brushing his cheek.
a cute sleeper, beginning to wake up already. dylan and elena are coiled springs, ready to shout-shock their dad into full consciousness - their faces aren’t visible where you sit, but you know that they’re grinning. you are, too. so is phoebe, most likely.
two months apart. far too long.
matty’s arms stretch the exact same way dylan’s do when she first wakes up (and you do your best to keep your thoughts about them to a PG rating). you’ve been privy to his wakeup routine countless times since you were eighteen, and, still, your heart flutters at the way he yawns and rolls onto his side, lips set into a sleepy faint smile, blinking his eyes open. but, before you can even open your mouth to signal “now!”, those eyes widen fully; accompanied by a “christ!”, matty jumps (well, jerks) backward in surprise, and, in the process, completely falls out of the bed.
all four of the rest of you crawl to the edge of the bed, reactions varying to the echoing thud of your husband’s arse hitting the hardwood floor. dylan and elena are beside themselves with laughter, clutching each other in complete hysterics, while you lean over in shock, tentatively asking “baby, you alright?”. but it’s phoebe’s reaction that matty actually responds to, pulling himself back up when he hears her concerned wail of “dada!” and sees her lip trembling, a sign of imminent tears - he climbs onto the mattress and shuffles towards the centre, scooping her up into a cuddle and pressing gentle kisses to her little head. “oh, my sweet baby. daddy’s alright, munchkin, really, but i appreciate the concern,” he scowls at the older two. “at least one of my daughters cares about me.”
“sorry, dad,” dylan moves to snuggle into him, elena copying the action on the other side. “we do care. but that was a little bit funny.”
he smiles, leaning down as best he can to kiss their curls in turn. “yeah, i s’pose it was. and i’ve missed making you all laugh, even if that time was unintentional. missed you, all of you, my girls!”
elena looks up at her dad adoringly. “missed you too. a lot. so has dyl, and pheebs. and mummy.”
“yeah,” matty looks at you properly for the first time; his eyes look like home, warm and loving and familiar, and it still does funny things to your stomach. “hi, darling. you kept this quiet, didn’t you?”
“wanted to surprise you, baby,” you move to kiss him, as passionately as you can with three kids around; despite the restraint from both of you, you’re lightheaded when you break apart. “happy birthday.”
“thanks, my darlings,” matty blushes, amid a chorus of felicitations from your daughters. he sniffles and hugs the baby tighter, tears welling in those pretty eyes. “this is really special, having you all out here with me today. god, you’ve no idea how much i’ve missed you.”
“yeah, we do,” you laugh softly, leaning around phoebe to gently wipe the tears from his eyes with your thumbs; he kisses your palm as a thank-you. “we took a twelve-hour flight across the atlantic because we didn’t want to be away from you any longer! thank god management agreed to it, by the way. reckon i’d have gone insane if i had to wait for tour to end before i got to be with you again. and yes,” you notice matty opening his mouth to speak. “we’re here until hometime.”
“oh, thank god,” matty’s eyes close in bliss. “i miss home.”
“funny you should say that, actually,” you wave to get dylan’s attention, nodding towards the gift bag. “take a look at your birthday present.”
“and card,” elena chips in.
“and card, of course,” you settle the baby against your own chest, smiling as matty tugs the girls into a cuddle after he reads the card from them; it turns to a full-on giggle when he opens the gift bag. “so, verdict?”
matty cheers, pulling out the box of pg tips teabags and packet of chocolate digestives. “you always know just what i need,” he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head.
“yeah, which is why there’s also a new turntable waiting for you at home, too. we were gonna buy a record to go with it, but,” you look up at your husband quizzically. “we thought it might be nice to go shopping for one here, together?”
he kisses you sweetly. “i love that idea. to be honest, i’d be happy doing anything with my girls. shall we go record shopping today?”
“matty, babe, it’s your birthday. you decide!”
“alright. record shopping it is,” he grins, increasing the volume of his voice as he continues. “but first… i’m thinking we should order room service.”
elena’s face lights up. “can we get pancakes? please? with nutella? and strawberries?”
matty gestures towards the entryway. “menu’s out there, munchkins. go and have a look, see what you want,” he smiles after elena and dylan as they tear out of the room. “can’t believe you managed to get those adorable riots on a transatlantic flight by yourself. and you, baba!” he coos to phoebe, who babbles excitedly in response. her dad laughs, kissing her head before kissing you. “seriously, i’m in awe of you. have been for decades at this point already, but… i’m so impressed that you pulled this off. and so grateful. and so in love with you, forever and always.”
“i love you so, so much. always will,” you kiss matty’s lips, then nose, then all over his face, until he’s giggling a lot like the baby wriggling happily on your chest. “happy birthday again, baby.”
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hey! idk if you’re taking requests but this is kind of a suggestion bc i don’t have a plot or anything but you’re a good writer and i think you’d kill it with a single mom!reader x mean ceo/lawyer!nat i think the whole class difference and maternity would be nice to see nat learning how to navigate them.
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hi 🎈 anon!
thank you for the request / suggestion, wrote a shorter fic with this one but hopefully it lives up to expectations! sorry for the longer wait, i was away on holiday for a while and didn't have access to tumblr on my laptop.
hope you're doing well!
lena | n. romanoff
ceo! natasha romanoff x single mother! reader
word count: 3.2k
‘Where are you? Everyone else is here already.’
‘Did you get stuck in traffic? Even Bill’s wife, the third one, who’s coming from a flight from Washington’s arrived. Reply me.’
‘Are you ignoring me?’
By the third undelivered text, Natasha had had enough. She quietly excused herself from the group of investors she had been speaking to, set her drink down, and headed to the balcony to call you. There was anger, a sense of betrayal even, and if she dared herself feel it, a twinge of worry for you standing her up, as well.
But she swallowed all those thoughts down, as the phone began to ring. It was connected, and rang once, twice, before the dial tone went dead and her call abruptly ended. She stared back at the dark screen of her phone, confusion written on her features, and sighed frustratedly. This was an important fundraising gala. This was where the company was finally going to accomplish the funds needed to build the new headquarters outside of the United States, and this was where she had wanted to show you off to the world.
You were her arm candy, her prize, but tonight…tonight you were missing from her arms.
Natasha struggled to force herself to endure the rest of the night without you by her side. All she had wanted to do was to come find you, to make sure that you were okay to berate you for standing her up, but instead she had to sit through another round of ribbon cuttings, expensive, tasteless champagnes, and meaningless small talk with the ultra wealthy just to rub shoulders even more. It was torture, and nothing could quell the worry anger in the back of her mind.
So when the clock finally struck eleven and the festivities had relatively died down, she was the first to leave the venue; ordering her chauffeur to drive straight to your apartment. The trip was silent, and even the elderly man could sense the tension radiating from his boss’ shoulders at that moment.
Bursting through your doors exactly half an hour later, Natasha saw the abandoned party gown she had picked out for you laid across your stained couch, along with the new heels she had bought still in the designer box she had bought them from, and she knew you never even bothered to actually come for the gala.
She screamed for your name, knocking down the doors to each room in the tiny apartment, making a mess with each step, but she didn’t care at that point. She was livid, and you had betrayed her.
But right before she could knock down the door to the final room, the one painted baby pink and with an engraved sign reading Lena’s Room, it had clicked open and you walked out, staring at her face-to-face while shutting the door behind you.
Natasha was breathing heavily, her fists curled. She was confident she looked almost insane by then; a complete switch from the composed, sophisticated CEO she was just nearly an hour before. But you looked her up and down, and showed no signs of fear, however. You simply sighed, and nodded back towards the room.
“She’s got an unrelenting fever. Been at it since midday, the sitter told me. When I got home, her forehead’s sizzling to the touch. I just got her to bed, Natasha.”
“You didn’t come for the gala.”
“How could I?” It was your turn to fold your arms, walking past her to the living room. She followed. “Lena was so sick, Nat. I couldn’t just leave her alone for the night.”
It was then that things took a turn for the worse. What you said ticked something in Natasha, something she simply could not let go for the remainder of the night as the two of you began arguing.
“You humiliated me! In front of everyone!” Natasha had yelled, hands outstretched and veins appearing on her neck, “I was the only one without a date there, the only one!”
“What was I supposed to do?” You retorted, “My phone was dead, and forgive me if I managed to miss out on it once, because I was busy taking care of my sick child!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you could’ve texted me!”
“It still wouldn’t have changed things!”
Natasha had moved two steps from the kitchen counter to the sofa, where you were seated, still in your nurse scrubs and hair tied in a bun. You looked absolutely exhausted, and the tone in your voice was well over the point of wanting to go on with the argument. Natasha knew the bags under your eyes had not only come from the numerous shifts at the hospital, but also the responsibility of taking care of a toddler all alone as well.
But she had gone too far now. She couldn’t back down. “You stood me up! You stood me up when you could’ve sent her to a friend, or called the sitter back to take care of her for just a few hours more, couldn’t you? Or did you never want to come to the gala to support me anyway?”
She saw you pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. “Natasha…”
“Fuck, I bet the kid’s not even sick. She probably just wanted attention, and you so kindly spoil her with everything, of course she can manipulate you for this too!”
But at that point, small sniffles could be heard from the corner of the room, and the both of you looked up at the same time. Your daughter had apparently climbed out of bed, still hugging her stuffed animal, and at the sight of her staring up at the two of you, tears flowing down her face, Natasha felt a surge of guilt wash over what she had just said. Though she knew Lena probably could not grasp all of the words she had been saying, to see you immediately stand and scoop her up in your arms to get her away from Natasha was hurtful enough.
“Mama fight? With Aunty Nat?” Had been her exact words, to which you pressed your hand against her forehead and shushed her quietly to coax her back to sleep.
“No, sweetheart. We’re fine, Mama and Aunty Nat are fine. Let’s go back to bed, okay? Your fever’s still high.”
But Lena peeked through your arms to see Natasha, then up to your face, and Natasha caught her rubbing something from your face too. “Why Mama cry?”
Oh. That had done it. Natasha knew she was fucked, and she had hurt both you and your daughter with the way she had stormed in tonight and began accusing the both of you things that were never true. All because she was too headstrong to listen to anyone’s reasons but her own, all because she was too insecure and possessive over you.
“Darling,” Natasha began, but you stopped her, hand begging her not to follow the both of you to Lena’s room.
“Please, Natasha, just leave,” you said through broken sobs, readjusting Lena to hide your face from Natasha. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning, but please…leave.”
The slam of the front door just seconds later was enough indication to show off the redhead’s frustration and anger, but you were not sure if it was directed at you, or herself.
–
Two weeks later Natasha still received an invite to a play your daughter was in, handed to her by her secretary in the middle of a lunch meeting. She secretly opened it in front of her partners, and the sense of relief and joy that spread through her had her instantly itching to call you on the phone.
“Thanks, baby, for the invitation,” she said later on, while you were on a break of your own. She could hear the roaring ambulance sirens in the background, and knew you were on a time limit. “And I’m really sorry, still, for that night.”
“It’s fine, Nat,” you reassured her, voice tired as usual. It broke Natasha’s heart to always see you working harder than anyone and receiving so little in return, but as you had always reminded her, even at the beginning of your relationship, that you were never looking for help or money from her, and that you refused to accept such as well. “Lena said she misses you as well. She wants you to be there.”
It was hard for Natasha to imagine a child could have such feelings for her. She had never grown up with the love and affection of someone so much younger, someone who looked up to her almost like an idol, and whenever Lena leaned in for kisses or ran up to her for hugs, Natasha knew you always caught her stiffening; an involuntary reflex she hoped you would forgive her for.
But it had been almost two years since you and Natasha had been going out, and even the billionaire knew that you were not going to wait forever for someone who was not going to love Lena as much as you did.
So she swallowed her fears, and replied, “That’s nice. Tell her…I miss her too.”
She could feel you smiling from the other end. “Will do. I love you, Nat.”
“I love you too.”
–
The night of the play, with the both of you sat huddled in the dimly lit school theatre and watching Lena dance around as a sunflower with a group of other little flowers and animals, Natasha watched as your eyes lit up each time the spotlight came on your daughter, and how you would excitedly hold her hand and point Lena out to her throughout the duration of the show. She also watched as Lena continuously looked out at the crowd for the both of you, and how her eyes, reflected in yours, lit up the same way yours did when she found the two of you too. The woman couldn’t help but give a small wave as well whenever Lena grinned at her.
“Mama! Aunty Nat!” Lena screamed at the end of the play, running over to the both of you as you picked her up and peppered kisses all over her face. The little girl basked in the love and laughter from her mother.
“You were amazing, sweetheart. The best there is,” you said to her, still holding her tight, as Natasha allowed herself to sneak a kiss to Lena’s cheek. “Mama is so proud of you.”
Then Lena turned to Natasha, and grinned at her. “And Aunty Nat too?”
Natasha caught your eyes, and smiled reassuringly. “Of course. Aunty Nat is more proud than your Mama, even!”
–
When you finally tucked her in that night, Lena’s eyes full of the world and the stars in the sky, you pressed a final kiss to her forehead, and muttered a I love you before leaving her room. Natasha was in the living room, watching the news on your old, jacked up television, bottle of expensive wine in hand.
“Anything good?” You settled beside her, her arms instinctively reaching out to wrap around you.
She shrugged. “It’s the news. How’s Lena?”
“Still buzzing from the night earlier, but who can blame her? You really went all out with the pizza and ice cream after the play, she’s the happiest she’s been in weeks. Especially since…”
Especially since the apartment had its electricity cut off for a full day earlier in the week, because you couldn't pay the bills on time. Natasha stiffened. “...You know, you should always tell me, if these kind of things happen again.”
“I can get by on my own, Nat. I don’t want your charity, remember?” You sighed, signalling the end of the conversation before it spiralled into another argument.
In an attempt to smooth over the tension, Natasha offered, “We should go on a vacation soon.”
But all you responded with was a mirthless chuckle. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Why?”
“Natasha, I can’t just go on a vacation,” you chimed, “I’ve got shifts at the hospital, bills to pay, and Lena’s far too young to travel any time soon.”
The woman in front of you furrowed her brows. “Who said Lena’s coming?”
You had to do a double take to ensure you heard her right. “Why wouldn’t Lena be coming?”
“I just thought, since she’s with her father on some weekends, we could let her stay there for a little longer. A week, two weeks, perhaps? Just some alone time, you know, you and me. Could help us get away from the stress and troubles of work for a while.”
Natasha felt you stiffen, before your touch was abruptly pulled away from her. “Natasha, where is all this coming from?!”
“Come on, you can’t tell me that you’re not stressed.”
“I am, but Lena is not the source of it!” You retorted, standing up. Natasha had gone into a protective pose too by then. “I can’t just leave her at her dad’s whenever it’s convenient. You and I know what kind of person he is!”
“But baby–”
“–I’m not leaving Lena and that’s final!” You half-screamed, not caring if the neighbours could hear, or if you were hurting Natasha’s feelings by then. “Nat, she is and will always be my top priority, and if you can’t handle that, if you can’t handle sharing a top spot in my heart with her…I can’t be with you.”
There was silence, lasting for a minute or two, as you breathed in heavy gulps of air, while Natasha sat, fiddling with the clasp of her watch, thinking of what to say, or do.
So you continued, “You can’t use money to figure your way out of this one, Nat. To make your problems…just disappear. Not with this.”
“You’re giving me an ultimatum?” Natasha looked at you then, eyes tearing up too.
Your heart squeezed in part longing, part regret, but you had to stand strong. You had to put your family first. “Yes. So please, I need you to make a decision, because I can’t keep going on like this. And it’s not fair for you to stay in this relationship if it's just for me, and not Lena, too.”
You caught the woman before you shaking her head, letting her tears fall onto her lap, refusing to wipe them away. But as soon as the moment of vulnerability appeared, it went away just as fast, as Natasha abruptly stood, brushing past you, made her way to the door and slammed it on her way out.
Lena did not need to hear your cries of anguish and betrayal that night, sobbed into the pillows you and Natasha so often shared the past two years, all gone by then.
–
Sat by the park bench the two of you used to frequent, Natasha allowed her tears to flow once more; an indication of her grief of the past two years, an indication of the life she had just thrown away. Perhaps it would also have been an indication of the loss of the best thing that could ever happen to her after all.
A child was playing with his mother at the swings nearby, looking no older than Lena was. Their laughter the only thing audible through the ringing in Natasha’s ears. She watched her pick him up, carry him around to the other playground equipment, and her smile and eyes reminded Natasha of you.
You, who always assured Natasha that she was doing right by Lena, that she was good at being a mother too. You, who patiently taught her how to prepare food for Lena, how to put on her socks and tie her braids that she so very much loved, even how to deal with the temper tantrums that stressed her out, but never you. You, who made Natasha believe she deserved to be happy as a mother, too.
Natasha thought of all the times you would come home after your shifts to not only take care of Lena, but also make time for her, too. How you would sacrifice your own time and energy to try to balance the two of them and their needs; and Natasha cringed. It should never have to be between them, she shouldn’t have had to make you choose. And she shouldn’t have been so selfish, should have made compromises, as you have, when being the girlfriend of a billionaire CEO with a schedule as jam packed as hers.
She wonders if she’s fucked it all up. She wonders if she’s too late. There was only one way to find out.
–
“Can we get ice cream, Mama?” Lena’s big, curious eyes always made your heart soft, and gave you a hard time denying her.
You brushed back a strand of her hair, and nodded. “Of course darling, anything for you.”
Though, as the both of you arrived at the usual ice cream shop that you, her, and Natasha frequented, you found yourself cursing as you checked the contents of your wallet, clearly forgetting that payday was still in a week. Lena was already eagerly eyeing the flavours, and you knew her usual order was a premium.
“Hey, Lena, sweetheart,” you called out to her, “Mama’s a little short on cash today. We’ll just have your ice-cream, yeah? I’m not hungry.”
Your daughter pouted, but in return, you gave her your most upbeat smile, and readjusted the straps on her backpack. “Just this once. And I’ll ask them to give you an extra big scoop, so you can eat for the both of us!”
But her gaze was somewhere behind, and before you could follow it, Lena was already pointing to a person behind you, screaming, “Aunty Nat!”
You caught Natasha’s gaze through the shop windows, and there she was, big bouquet of flowers in hand, dressed in the blouse Lena had picked for her when you went shopping once, and sporting the most uncertain grin on her face.
You scooped Lena up protectively, preventing her from running straight to Natasha, but Natasha had only come forward, keeping a distance safe enough for you, but close enough for you to hear what she had to say.
“I’m sorry,” she started, moving one of her thumbs to reveal a smaller bouquet of flowers behind the large ones, in Lena’s favourite sunflowers, “I fucked everything up.”
You nodded, but did not say anything.
“I realise it now, even though I’ve always known, but…I’m here, baby. For the long run, for the long haul, for everything. With both you, and Lena. I cannot imagine a life without either of you, and I’m very sorry for having made you choose between us in the past. If you give me a chance, just one last chance, I will show you how sorry I am, and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Lena was reaching out for the sunflowers, and sighing, you allowed her to. Setting her down, she ran towards Natasha and the woman instinctively picked her up, peppering kisses on her face like you so often did. In response, you took the bigger bouquet, and gave her a soft smile.
“So you’re not leaving us, Nat?”
Natasha shook her head furiously, pressing a kiss to your cheek too. “Never. Sorry, again, for making you think otherwise.”
“I’ll try harder, I’ll make more time for the both of you,” she assured, “Tell me how I can make things up to you, my love.”
You pecked her on the lips, still feeling the passion and love even after weeks of separation. “You can start by buying Lena and I ice cream for today. Let’s go.”
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It was just a night, much like any other, when everything changed. Kara was tired- between the apartment fire and her work that day at CatCo and mopping up another alien crime ring, she’s barely slept in four days and had been skipping meals. It was a rare thing indeed when Lena was pestering Kara to eat lunch.
As soon as she reached the house, she glanced up and tilted her glasses down. Lena was in the kitchen, hard at work. A quick scan of the countertop revealed the mess she’d made putting together her homemade gyoza. As with everything in her life, when Lena decided to learn to cook, that she might pamper her girlfriend and her superhuman appetite, Lena went into it fully, taking culinary classes and equipping the remodeled kitchen of their suburban homestead with every conceivable gadget. Lena’s first change to the house was a bump-out that turned the already expansive “chef’s kitchen” into a near-commercial level culinary laboratory, and she threw herself into making dumplings with the same gusto with which she had set about solving the energy crisis, as if the freshly made potstickers awaiting the oil heating in the gas-powered commercial wok were as vital to humanity’s future as the fusion plant she was building in the desert.
Kara stopped in the entryway to the kitchen and drank Lena in, enjoying the fleeting moment before she was noticed. Hands covered in flour the elbow, Lena hunched over her cookbook, expression furrowed in deep concentration. She’s dressed down in a baggy flannel and patterned leggings that hugged the inviting curve of her hips that cried out for Kara’s hands, and wore her hair in a simple, loose ponytail. Everything about her was soft and cozy and home, and Kara would trade a king’s feast for one taste of those soft lips.
The whole scene played out in her mind. She’s sidle up behind Lena, who’d crack a joke about Kara being dressed as the CEO, and pretend she hadn’t noticed Kara’s return. Kara would let down her hair and bury her fingers in it, then her nose to devour Lena’s scent. As soon as Kara’s lips found the curve of Lena’s jaw, dinner would be indefinitely postponed and Kara would sate her hunger in other and better ways.
Then, she heard it. Beneath Lena’s heartbeat, strong and steady and safe, was another. A tiny, racing thing, like a baby bird. Kara stood there dumbfounded for too long a beat before she understood and let out a soft cry.
Lena looked up.
“Darling? What’s wrong?”
Kara fought to keep her voice from choking but failed. “I love you.”
“Did something happen?” Lena said, turning from the counter. “Kara, what is it?”
“I love you. I’m not angry and we’re okay. I just need Alex. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Lena nodded. “Okay.”
Kara was out the door and in her suit and flying just fast enough not to endanger Lena. They’d been trying for months for this; dozens of visits to the Fortress, tests, experiments. She knew that, eventually, it would work.
It was hitting her now. Kara landed a little too hard on Alex’s back porch and knocked on the glass.
Alex was there in an instant. “Kara? What’s wrong? Is everything…”
“Lena’s pregnant.”
Alex’s face went briefly blank. “Oh.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
Kara stepped into the house, sat down. As she took a seat, sweeping her cape to the side, Alex poured them both glasses of seltzer water and joined her. They sat quietly for a long time.
They were both quiet for a few minutes before Alex said, “How did you find out?”
“I heard it. I don’t know if she knows.”
“Kara,” said Alex, “did you run?”
Kara looked up sharply, eyes stinging with tears. “What have I done?”
“I don’t understand.”
“We made a baby, Alex. A little person, a living being we’re bringing into the world. What have I done?”
“Kara?” Said Alex, resting her hand on Kara’s. “Slow down, okay? Breathe. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Lena and I talked about this,” said Kara. “This life we have, being together, all the risks. We agreed to it. This little baby didn’t. She’s going to see her mom getting her head punched in on TV. What if I get sent to the Phantom Zone again? What if I die?”
“You won’t-“
“I already have,” Kara snapped, surging to her feet. “How many times, Alex? How many? What if there’s no magic grass to bring me back next time? What if I leave them alone?”
Alex stared at her, face an unreadable mask, heart racing.
Kara turned, frantic, and paced Alex’s kitchen, her eyes drawn inexorably to Esme’s drawings on the fridge, to the pictures of Alex and Kelly on the living room wall.
“So don’t,” said Alex.
“How?”
“Maybe it’s time for Supergirl to hang it up.”
Kara froze, and this time it was her own heart she heard hammering in her chest, batting against its cage of ribs as if it might break free. Her eyes found the mirror above the living room sofa and she saw herself now in the colors and crest of her house.
Her house.
“What do you mean?”
Alex stood up. “You have died three times,” she said. Clinically dead. I was there. Maybe it is time for it to stop.”
“I can’t do that to them again,” Kara agreed.
“No, but I’m not saying this for them, Kara. I’m saying it for you. You paid. Whatever debt you think you owe, you’ve paid it.”
Kara covered her mouth in her hand, biting back a sob as the tears came.
“Why should I have this, huh? Tell me why I should have it? Just because they all died and I didn’t?”
Alex stood there, stuck silent. Kara knew the hug was coming before it arrived, and melted into it. Alex gripped her firm and strong.
“I have so much to lose now,” Kara sobbed.
“No, Kara. You have so much to live for now.”
Kara’s eyes flicked open. She stared last Alex, ignoring the sting of free flowing tears. The thought of all that had come before. The sight of Krypton, crumbling in a green flash as if devoured by some great primordial dragon. Reign and Red Daughter, the darkness that has gripped her between death and Sol’s loving warmth, gifted by the soul of this Earth herself.
They were not grave markers but way stones, not portents of doom but a map. A map that led only one place.
“I have to go. Lena.”
“It’s okay,” said Alex. “Go home to your girl, Kara. Call me when you’re up for it, and maybe you can talk to Kelly, too.”
“I’d like that.”
A few minutes later, Kara came to a gentle landing on the upstairs balcony and entered through their bedroom. She could smell dinner, and a quick glance told her that Lena had finished cooking and was waiting for her downstairs with a glass of juice- not wine. Lena turned it in her fingers, her face a mask of worry. Beside her sat the potstickers in a big bowl, kept warm by a damp towel. Another look revealed a pregnancy test hidden in Lena’s shirt pocket.
Kara reached up to slip on her glasses and dissolve the suit, the stopped.
Instead, she took it off, slipping out of the suit before changing into a threadbare sweater and some joggers. Later, she would fold it, put it in a box, put it away.
Right now she slipped into the kitchen, padding silently behind Lena on bare feet, savoring the quick flutter of Lena’s heart when Kara embraced her from behind. Kara made sure to press a kiss to her cheek before deftly sliding the test from Lena’s pocket.
“You used your super senses, didn’t you?” said Lena. “That’s not fair.”
“You know what’s not fair?” said Kara. “Being the most beautiful woman in the world, and in my house no less. The audacity.”
Lena gave her a crooked smile. “Technically, this is my house.”
Kara placed a hand on Lena’s belly and spread her fingers in an wide, protective grip.
“Our house,” she whispered.
The potstickers, unfortunately, went cold.
Seeing their partner make them a meal.
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supercorp fanfic#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#waff#angst and waff#angst and fluff
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when I think about Joe Bear Graves, i always end up thinking, "What is a bear without his honey?"
What is a bear without his honey, but what is a bear without his cubs? :((
You, the love of his life, someone he'd never thought he'd meet after his nasty divorce with Lena, gave him twins; you managed to give him, someone who got told at the fertility clinic he had a near 0 chance of having kids, not one but two happy babbling bundles of joy, a boy and a girl :((
Every day and every night Bear would thank you for everything you've done for him, for safely carrying his babies in your belly, for birthing them, for feeding and nourishing them with your milk and how the tiny soft faces of your little ones always light up when they see their parents <33
Joe would actually cry tears of joy when he returned one time and he saw that you dressed your twins up in tiny brown bear onesies and you called them your cubs <3
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#six x reader#six 2017#joe bear graves x reader#joe graves x reader#joe bear graves#joe graves
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Romanoff's baby sister pt. 2
Y/N: 7 years old
Natasha: 32 years old
Story: Nat and Yelena prepare a birthday party for their little sister…
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NO ONE'S POV
It's been a few weeks since Natasha and Yelena brought Y/N to the compound. The little girl got along really well with all of the Avengers and she even goes to school. Y/N isn't exactly thrilled about it but she found a few friends, so she's always excited to see them.
It's Y/N's 7th birthday today and both of her sisters are super excited about it. Both want to make the day special for their little sister as it's her first ever birthday outside of the Red Room. Natasha even invited Melina and Alexei to come over.
Y/N's been asking her older sisters about their parents. It's one of the topics the kids at school talk about and it made Y/N wonder what happened to her parents. Natasha explained her little sister everything and even talked to Melina and Alexei who are super excited about being introduced to Y/N as her parents.
"Wakey, wakey, Y/N. You have a big day ahead of you" Natasha smiles, sitting on Y/N's bed and running her fingers through Y/N's hair.
"It's Saturday, Natty" Y/N mumbles after letting out a groan, turning her back at Natasha.
"It is, but it's your birthday today. Or do you want me to tell everyone we won't be celebrating your birthday?" Natasha teases, tickling Y/N's back which makes the tiny one laugh and move around the bed to escape Natasha's tickles.
"We celebrate birthday?" Y/N looks at Natasha confused, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"We do. We celebrate getting one year older every year" Natasha smiles, brushing Y/N's hair out of her face. "And I think Wanda's making some special birthday pancakes for you, so we should go before Steve eats them all" Natasha teases. Y/N giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "Come on, my big birthday girl" Natasha chuckles, lifting her sister up and sitting her onto her hip.
Natasha carries Y/N to the kitchen where all the Avengers are already waiting. Y/N rests her head on Natasha's shoulder, playing with Natasha's arrow necklace.
"Happy birthday, Y/N!" Everyone shouts as soon as the pair steps into the kitchen. Confused Y/N shoots her head up, wondering what's happening.
"Happy birthday, baby sister" Yelena walks over to the pair, stealing Y/N from Natasha's arms and giving her a hug. Y/N smiles, her cheeks darkening as she's not used to all the attention she's currently getting.
"There's my little birthday girl" Wanda smiles, taking Y/N into her arms and also giving her a hug. "Would my little monkey like to have pancakes for breakfast?" Wanda asks the little girl, her smile growing bigger when Y/N nods with a smile.
The team eats Wanda's delicious pancakes for breakfast, chatting while doing so. Y/N's mumbling something to Wanda who listens carefully with a smile on her face while eating her own breakfast.
Once they're all done with eating, Natasha takes Y/N's hand in her own, leading her little sister to the living room where are all of her presents waiting, the team following them. Y/N gasps when she sees the entire living room filled with presents and looks up at Natasha who gives her a warm smile, telling her to go and unwrap them.
Y/N shyly walks over to the first present she sees, carefully unwrapping it and gasping when she finds a toy web shooter Peter got her.
"Natty! Lena! Look! I can be like Petey!" Y/N grins, showing her sisters what she got. "Petey! I can help you to catch the bad guys now!" Y/N says, running to Peter and hugging his legs.
While Y/N's opening her presents, Melina and Alexei finally arrives. Natasha sneaks out of the living room when Y/N's overwhelemed with her new toys, and goes to greet her parents.
The readhead leads them to the living room, smiling when she sees her little sister interact with her girlfriend. The witch is surely one of Y/N's favorite people in the world.
"Детка, can you come here? I have a surprise for you" Natasha smiles when Y/N makes her way over to her with a big smile on her face, already reaching her arms for Natasha. The redhead lifts her little sister up, turning around to face Melina and Alexei. (baby)
"Look who came to wish you a happy birthday" Natasha says, rubbing Y/N's back.
"Is that… mom Melina and dad Alexei?" Y/N whispers which makes Natasha chuckle and nod, Yelena already greeting her parents with a hug.
"Hi, sweetheart. I'm so happy to finally meet you" Melina starts first, smiling at her youngest daughter who blushes and mumbles a small 'hi' before burying her face into her oldest sister's neck.
"Look who got shy all of a sudden" Natasha chuckles, tickling Y/N's side on which the little one laughs, pushing Natasha's hand away.
"Natty, stop!" Y/N laughs out after another failed attempt of pushing Nat's hand away. Natasha eventually stops, pressing a kiss to her sister's forehead.
"How about you show mom and dad what toys did you get, hm?" Natasha suggests, standing Y/N on the ground. Y/N looks up at Natasha who gives her a warm smile and an encouraging nod, so she shyly takes Melina's and Alexei's hands in hers and drags them to the bunch of toys that are in the middle of the living room.
A few minutes pass and Y/N's already warmed up to her parents, telling them everything that had happened in the past few weeks. That's until Yelena calls the tiny one, wanting to give her one more gift while Natasha's in a conversation with her girlfriend.
Y/N carefully unwraps the heavy gift Yelena got her, confused about what she's found inside.
"Water?" Y/N questions, studying the bottle of vodka. Natasha immediately turns her head, checking up if Yelena's not gifted Y/N what she think she has.
"That's not water, that's-" Yelena starts explaining, immediately getting cut off by her older sister.
"That's not for little girls like Y/N, sweetheart" Natasha says, sitting down on the ground and pulling Y/N onto her lap. "Yelena, are you out of your mind?! She's 7!" Natasha whisper yells at Yelena.
"But it's just water, Natty" Y/N says innocently, wondering why is Natasha so mad at Yelena right now.
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The time went by fast and everyone is either asleep or doing their own stuff. Y/N went to bed a few hours ago, making sure to tell Natasha how much she enjoyed today's day which made Natasha really happy.
However, now is Y/N walking towards her sister's room with a teddy bear in her arms, her cheeks stained from tears as she woke up after a horrible nightmare. The little one keeps getting nightmares about the Red Room. It's getting better, but she still has them time to time.
Y/N walks to the side her sister sleeps on, trying to not wake Wanda up as she's sleeping on the other side of the bed.
"Natty?" Y/N whispers, shaking Natasha's hand to wake her up. "Natty?" She tries again after no response, pulling Natasha's hand a little harder.
"Y/N/N, wha- what happened?" Natasha asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She lifts Y/N up, sitting her on her lap, immediately understanding what happened. "Did you have another nightmare?" She asks, stroking Y/N's hair.
"Mhm" Y/N only nods, wrapping her arms around Natasha and pressing her face to her sister's chest.
"It's okay, детка. You're safe with me" Natasha whispers, rubbing Y/N's back and pressing kisses to Y/N's head. (baby)
"Natty, I don't want to leave you" Y/N says, looking up at Natasha with new tears forming in her eyes.
"What do you mean, honey?" Natasha questions, confused by her sister's question.
"I don't want to go with mom and dad. I want to stay with you" Y/N says, Natasha furrowing her brows in response. They never spoke about Y/N leaving with Melina and Alexei, so she has no idea how Y/N came up with this.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to go anywhere. You're staying here with me. How that came up to your mind?" Natasha asks, wiping Y/N's tears away.
"Because kids live with their parents. But I want to live with you" Y/N explains. Natasha smiles, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.
"Y/N/N, I promise you don't have to go anywhere. You're my little sister, I wouldn't give you to anyone" Natasha says with a smile, booping Y/N's nose. Y/N smiles in response, wrapping her arms around Natasha once again and giving her sister a hug.
"I love you, Natty" Y/N mumbles, struggling to keep her eyes open. Natasha smiles, kissing the top of Y/N's head in response.
"I love you too, Y/N/N"
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I can't last another day without a trailer to North Star and His Three Daughters😭 I need to see the movies sooo bad!!
Also, am I the only one who didn't know Lizzie is supposed to play a lesbian in The Assessment? I only just read an article that said it and I'm literally freaking out right now!
Scarlett and Lizzie playing GIRLKISSERS!!!
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#natasha romanoff#black widow#yelena belova#fanfiction#natasha x reader#wandanat#wanda maximoff#natasha x y/n#avengers#marvel
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Azriel Drabble
Azriel’s smile is warm, his gaze tired when it meets yours through the room. You return his smile, knowing this day has been long, the previous week exhausting.
And you know he needs you, you need him. Holding him, caressing him, talking about his mission while sharing some sweet kisses.
Yearning and longing fills the bond, stretching out. You both just want to go home, want to be alone.
So when hours later the meeting finally ends, it is what you do, rushing home immediately, stripping out of most clothes and tumbling into bed.
You kiss the top of Azriel’s head when you pull him to your chest. The shadowsinger hums, burying his face in your cleavage, drawing in a deep breath. "So soft," he hums and kisses your skin.
You manage to pull the thick blanket over the both of you, getting all warm and cozy, giggling lightly at your sweet mate.
"I missed you so much," he mumbles, voice muffled. Momentarily his tired, heavy-lidded gaze meets yours and he smiles. Then lowers his face again, chest heaving with a deep inhale.
Your hand brushes through his hair, lower to his neck, down his back and up to his hair again. Azriel’s arms curl tighter around your body, leaving no room between the two of you. You practically merge, wanting to be as close as possible. With his knee Azriel wedges your thighs apart, bringing you even an inch closer. Delighted about your closeness, the spymaster releases a loud, happy sigh that has you giggling.
"I missed you, too, my love. More than you can imagine," you say and kiss Azriel’s head once again, your hand, that is not in his hair, moving to his strong arm, fingers brushing over the dark swirls of ink.
The spymaster’s wings flare, shielding you from the outside world. In this cocoon it is just the two of you—your needy Illyrian baby and you, his beloved mate, finally together, united, madly in love.
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thanks to @azrielscrown's post about soft Az, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and just had to squeeze this tiny drabble in here💙
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I'm in the need of some ceo! Yelena x fem! Reader fluff or something and your writing is just so gooood. So if you're up to this, it would be great:)
No, We Did It!
Pairing: CEO! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader
Summary: Since Yelena started her own business, she’s been busy. Putting a lot of her focus on making sure things are running smoothly and you’re there to make sure she’s not overworking herself.
Tiny Angst? Like really small? You might miss it if you blink? | Fluff | No Warnings | 1K |
Translation: малыш (baby), милый (darling),
AC: I am always up for Yelena content or any kind! I miss her so much; I hope you enjoy this!! xx
You knew when your girlfriend decided to start her own business that it was going to take up a lot of her time, she's stepped back from doing missions and put more of her focus on making her business. Yelena had this idea to make things that anybody could use to protect themselves, from clothing to different gadgets, she was proud of what she'd made of her business, and you were beyond proud of her.
Of course, it wasn't always easy, there were many nights where you missed her, late a night when it was cold, and you wished she was beside you to cuddle up against. Not saying Fanny did a horrible job at keeping you warm but it was safe to say you both missed her, even more than when she used to go on missions.
Today was a big day for Yelena and her business, she was hoping to strike a deal, an international deal to begin selling her products worldwide. All her time was spent at the office and every day you popped into the office with lunch for her and to give her a little extra hand before you'd go home and cook something for her for dinner.
You were in the process of making Yelena's favorite, mac n cheese. A win, win kind of meal. If she didn't get the contract, she'd have her comfort food to help but is she did get the contract, she could celebrate with her favorite meal. Fanny laid by your feet while you stood by the stove, stirring the pasta before adding the extra ingredients. Things were almost ready when your phone buzzed.
"малыш, can you come to the office? Really need you here"
Yelena's text worried you, you looked down at Fanny and sighed "Looks like Ma didn't get the contract" you spoke before packing the mac n cheese in a container. The drive to her office you couldn't stop thinking how hurt Yelena must be, she's worked so hard for this and of course there will always be other contracts, but she was really counting on this one.
You arrived at the office, nobody insight but the light from Yelena's office. No signs of a celebration taking place only made your suspicion grow. Gently you knocked on Yelena's door and opened it slowly.
"Honey?" you questioned while you opened the door. A gasp soon left your lips at the sight before you. A candle lit dinner waited your arrival, Yelena looked up from her desk, a bouquet of light pink roses sat in front of her. "There you are" she smiled softly as she stood from her desk, grabbing the roses before walking over to you. "Lena" you gasp once more in shock.
"What's all this?" you asked as she handed you the roses, taking a sniff of them with your eyes closed. "A little thank you for everything you've done over the past year and a bit, especially over the past few months with everything going on. I didn't ask you to do anything but you did it anyway and I never want you feel like I don't see that, or you" Yelena spoke, one of her hands cupping your face, "we got the contract, милый" she smiled softly.
"You did?! Baby, I'm so proud of you!!"
"No, we did it!" she reminded you before kissing you softly, "I've missed you and Fanny, mostly Fanny, I won't lie" she added jokingly before leading you to the table in the middle of her office and pulling out a seat for you. Kindly she took the container of mac n cheese from your hand along with the roses, placing them on her desk. "I didn't cook but I did order your favourite take out" she placed the hot take out in the middle of the table as you chuckled at her comment.
"I was thinking" Yelena added while she began to dish up both plates, "how about we take a vacation? Just the three of us, or two, whatever you want"
"I don't care what we do or where we go, as long as I get you all to myself, I'm happy" you smiled.
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After dinner, Yelena followed you home where she wasted no time running a bath for you both before getting comfortable on the sofa with you in her arms, watching one of Netflix's new movies. Her fingers twirled with your hair on one hand while the over was intertwined with yours.
"Thank you for everything baby" Yelena whispered before placing a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled instantly before looking up at her.
"You know I'd do anything for you"
"How do you feel about travelling the world with me? I know you have your job here so it's okay if you can't. Once all the paperwork is finalised and things get moving, I want to be there for the store openings around the world, I'd love for you to be there as well"
You sat up and looked at her, a smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "you don't even have to ask me twice" you replied before kissing her deeply. "I'm just so beyond proud of you my love, you've worked so hard on all of this, of course I want to be there for you any way I can" you added as you pulled away.
Yelena smiled back, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, and even with all her success lately, you couldn't help but feel something else was playing on her mind. "What is it darling?" you asked, catching her eyes connect with yours.
"It's nothing, I promise" she brushed it off, "I was just taking a moment to take all of this in, and how there is nobody I would rather be with, not a single soul, not even for a second" she added. "Everything I do is for us and I know I did this business for me but without you, there's no way I would've went through with it"
"Lena, you have to thank yourself as well, you put and continue to put in the hours, the meetings, the paperwork, all of it. I'm just your little cheerleader cheering you on. You made this happen baby, take a moment to be proud of yourself" you reminded her, knowing that giving herself any form of credit.
"What would I do without you huh?" she couldn't help my smirk softly. Playfully you shrugged, "who knows" you replied.
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Just Like Mama
From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series
Summary:
Word Count: 829
Parings: (Mama!Natasha x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)
Warnings: none just Xmas fluff!!!
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“Mama mama!” The bang of the door against the dresser snapped Natasha back to reality, as if the screaming toddler wasn’t enough. “Mama mama it’s Christmas!” You yelled as you used all your strength to pull yourself up onto mommy’s bed. She had enough time in her first thing consciousness to have a sneaky plan, so she pretended to be asleep. “Mama come on!” You exclaimed as you came to meet her ‘sleeping’ form when suddenly she bottled awake and used her reflexes to attack your tummy with with tickled “ahhhh gotcha!” Natasha croaked out “ah ha mama!” You shouted through your giggles. When her hands grew tired, Natasha swallowed you up into her embrace “merry Christmas tiny dancer” she said “merry Christmas mommy” you looked up into her glowing green eyes “can we open presents now!” You joyfully said and Natasha faked a large yawn “oh I don’t know y/n mommy is so tired I might need an hour to wake up” she said “an hour!” You moaned, dramatically throwing yourself over her lap “I’m only kidding baby!” Mama said as she scooped you back up and pushed the covers from her body “let’s go open some presents!”
“Wow!” You exclaimed “mommy look!” You helped the box up high so Natasha could see “what is it darling?” She asked “a pocket knife!” You dropped the box and ran to Tony “oh uh I think that one was meant for mommy baby” Nat said as she scooped up the weapon and shot daggers at iron man himself. “No mama, the tag said it was for me! Thank you uncle Tony” you cuddled into his lap “uh- hm, sorry y/n that one was for mommy” Tony lied, fearing the rage in Natasha’s frame “I actually have a way better gift for you” he said “oh, you do” you said with slight disappointment “yes. I’m gonna- take you to the mall, next- next week” he quickly came up with “yay” you said. Natasha turned her back for two seconds and uncle Tony whispered into your ear “I’ll teach you how to use my pocket knife alright kiddo” you solidified the deal with a fist bump.
Next you opened auntie Yelena’s present, tied perfectly with a pink bow and sparkly wrapping paper. Your auntie had spent weeks looking for the perfect gift for you, but when she saw this she knew it was the one. “A new tutu!” You cheered. You had begged mama for a rainbow tutu but she told you that you weren’t allowed to actually wear it to dance, you compromised asking if you could just wear it in the house, but Natasha wasn’t having any of it. That’s what aunties are for. “Do you like it tiny dancer?” The blonde asked, her Russian accent sounding thicker than usual “yes yes yes!” You screamed “I love it so much! Thank you auntie Lena!”
“All right, next one is from me” Clint said. You stumbled over to him and settled next to his frame on the couch. “Woah cool” you squealed “my own bow and arrow!” Nat immediately took notice “it better be a play one!” She said “of course! I’m not trying to endanger her life unlike others” Clint said as nudged Tony “thank you so much uncle Clint. Can I open it now?” You asked “not just yet y/n” Mama answered “you’ve still got one last present baby” you looked around the room and next to the tree, but there was nothing more to be seen “where mommy?” Natasha came over and like magic pulled a final gift from behind her back.
Settled on her lap, you began to tear the wrapping of Natasha’s last present, the sight of your mommy’s signature hourglass took you surprise, you looked up to Natasha with hope “keep going y/n” she encouraged. When you finally tore the wrapping away you were amazed, you had been asking for this all year. Natasha was worried when you fell silent, fearing you had changed your mind. “What do you think tiny dancer?” Wanda said from across the room. You brought your gaze back up to Natasha’s “really mama?” You whispered “yeah baby girl, it’s what you wanted right?” She said “I get my very own black widow suit?” You asked “I get to be just like mommy?” You said “you get to be just like mommy baby” Natasha said.
“Introducing!” Sam called through his cupped hands “the mini black widow!” The team erupted into applause as you came running into the room with auntie Wanda and dropped into your mamas signature pose. “Look at you baby spider!” Nat said as you ran into her awaiting arms “you look amazing mini widow!” She gave you a big squeeze “thank you mama! This is the best Christmas present ever!” You squealed as you returned her embrace, wrapping your frame around her shoulders “you’re welcome y/n” Mommy said
“I love you mama”
“I love you too tiny dancer”
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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! This request was the cutest thing ever and I decided to add it to the tiny dancer series! I hope everyone is having a good holiday🩷
#marvel#natasha romanoff#black widow#marvel fic#nat x reader#avengers#natasha x little!reader#natasha x daughter!reader#clint barton#tony stark#yelena belova#christmas#sam wilson
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