#natasha romanoff x o!c
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My Songbird | 1 | n romanoff
Summary: The best days of high school happen in summer and Willow doesn’t want these days to end. Life just feels sweeter this way
Warnings: homophobia (it’s set in the 70s), casual weed consumption, mentions of traditional negative parenting, underage drinking
Pairings: Natasha x Willow (O!C)
wc: 4.7k
note: the first part of the ‘My Songbird’ series! I’m so excited to get this underway just in time for spring. Whilst this does include the secret relationship between Natasha and Willow, this story will also follow Willow’s struggles of not fitting in with society and her parents’ views :)
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There was no better feeling than this.
The wind flying through her hair that streamed behind her as she peddled faster down the street and blew the ties that held her top closed at her front. The sun was warm and kissed the skin on her knees through the branches as she cycled beneath them, taking a harsh right down the streets she knew so well.
She waved to her neighbours and poked her tongue out at the kids who yelled out her name, busy playing with the hosepipe to try and cool off from the beating midday sun. Sweat beaded across her cheeks but she didn’t care. It was just as at home there as her freckles were, brought on by weeks of laying out in the sun.
Her bike clattered to the ground and she sprinted off the second her wheels hit the long grass, ignoring the way the blades tickled her bare legs. She heard laughing and shouting and the sound of water.
The sounds of her summer.
“Willow! What took you so long!” A voice yelled from the middle of the river the moment she came into view. The girl grinned and dropped her bag at the base of the large tree they always sat under.
“I’m sorry! Pa wanted my help in the shop!” She untied her white cross-over top and wriggled out of her denim shorts, tossing them messily in a pile on her backpack along with her converse. A floral orange bikini now adorned her body and she took a couple of steps back before running to the riverbank edge and jumping into the water, completely soaking everyone else inside.
Willow broke the surface of the water and slicked her unruly hair back out of her face, basking in how delicious the heat of the sun felt on her wet skin.
Natasha, who was spitting water out of her mouth thanks to her, now watched on with a slack jaw, almost drooling at the way the sunlight caught her girlfriend. These weeks in the sun had done wonders for her complexion and she glowed almost golden, the lighter highlights in her dark hair still catching the light even wet.
“You’re not allowed to do that when everyone is watching,” she hissed, sneaking up behind Willow and wrapping her arms around her waist under the water. The girl blushed and pressed a kiss to Natasha’s lips before looping an arm around her shoulder and turning to the rest of their friends with a grin.
“What did I miss?” She asked, looking at Wanda mostly, who was the biggest gossip in their group. She somehow knew the weirdest secrets about everyone in the town, sometimes even before they knew themselves.
“Bucky managed to break the rope swing and I found out yesterday night that Carol and Valk made out at Tony’s party.”
Willow’s jaw dropped and she turned to Natasha who just nodded in confirmation.
“Remind me to never be late again!”
Wanda chuckled. “You know that never works.”
Willow looked shocked and shoved water her way, accidentally imitating a full blown water fight. It sprayed everywhere, even soaking Steve’s clothes that were folded the closest to the water’s edge. They all panted hard, the laughter breaking out amongst them not helping them to catch their breath. Eventually everyone retired back to the tree, lounging around in the bathing suits in the comfort of the shade.
Natasha leaned up against the bark and stretched her legs out in front of her, to which Willow immediately seized her spot on Natasha’s thighs, resting her head on her plush skin. Her wet hair felt slightly gross but the redhead didn’t mind, only smirking down at her whenever their eyes met. Willow flung one arm over her face to try and shield the sun. What a stupid day to forget sunglasses.
Snacks were shared around; hard candies, chips, cola and several boxes of fruit courtesy of Steve’s mother. Willow sucked on a cherry flavoured lollipop and blinked up at Natasha, her lashes still dark from the water. Natasha gritted her teeth and pulled the red candy out of her girlfriend’s mouth, wiping the smirk clean off her face.
“I know you know what you’re doing,” she said, waving the treat in front of her face. But Willow just raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth, laying her red stained tongue flat against her bottom lip and chin. The others didn’t pay attention to the two girls, very much used to their way of flirting.
“You are unbelievable,” Natasha gave in and pressed the round lollipop against Willow’s tongue, much to the brunette’s delight. She wrapped her lips around it and hollowed her cheeks, never once breaking eye contact. “Stop it.”
Willow shrugged but couldn’t hide her smile so she sat up and settled between Nat’s legs, tugging her arms around her waist so they rested together on her stomach.
“You guys want one?” Wanda reached into the front pocket of her backpack and pulled out three joints, holding them like a winning set of cards in poker. Steve quickly shook his head, never one to dabble in that. Bucky accepted, as did Natasha, classically.
“Thanks Wands,” Natasha said as she accepted the joint, holding it out for the other girl to light. “Wanna shotgun me, baby?”
Willow did not need to be told twice. She placed her lollipop back in the wrapper for safe keeping and straddled Nat’s lap, waiting for her to inhale. She opened her mouth and accepted the smoke that Natasha pushed into it, goosebumps igniting along her damp skin at the hand now placed on the curve of her lower back. She exhaled away from Natasha’s face and tilted her head up to the sky, letting out another breath.
They shotgunned a few more hits before Willow tapped out, the light buzzy feeling in her head enough for now. Her father would go crazy if he knew she was smoking like this so she had to keep it to a minimum when he was home. Plus, her high came from watching Natasha take her own hits, the joint resting casually in her fingers as she rested back against the tree trunk. She was so effortlessly cool that Willow just wanted to kiss her and never stop.
“You’re all going to Tony’s again later, right?” Wands asked, only to be met with a host of nods. Being seventeen and on summer break meant no responsibilities and more parties. And whilst Tony was a stuck up asshole, he did host the best parties, no questions asked.
“I can get my sister to give us lifts home if you need?” Bucky offered, snuffing out his joint and leaning back on his elbows. If Willow ever thought about dating a guy, his physique would have her drooling, but now she just appreciated it like any normal person would.
“Please!” She said. “No one is getting out of drinking tonight. I didn’t steal a bottle of cherry schnapps for nothing.” One bottle from her father’s shelf wouldn’t be missed, right? “Are you selling tonight?” This was directed at Wanda who just shrugged nonchalantly.
“Probably. The crowds are big enough there and they’re all rich enough so I can really overcharge.” The typical hippie, Wanda sold weed at many of the parties, the floral bag tied around her hips far from an innocent coin purse. “If I make big then we are hitting the carnival next week hard!”
“That’s next week?” Willow asked, her eyes widening in surprise. The days all blurred into one during summer and she wasn’t even sure what day it was today. But it didn’t matter to her. “Steve, you are going down at Bucket Ball.” She narrowed her eyes and he did the same
“You’re sure about that?”
“Deathly.” Willow was never serious and her smile broke her focus, making her lose the rather short game of no blinking. Steve just raised his hands in surrender and Willow leaned back against Natasha’s bikini clad chest, muttering to herself about how she was going to beat him.
The group lounged around in the sun until it slowly began to set. Willow slipped her shorts on over her still damp bikini but stuffed her top into her backpack, really not bothered about how little clothing she had on. And Natasha definitely didn’t complain. They all pedalled home to their separate locations except Willow and Natasha, who made a quick pitstop at the Romanoff household so Nat could grab her clothes and everything else she needed to get ready. Willow sat on the curb with her legs outstretched, tapping the toes of her shoes together as she waited for Nat. Her hair had dried a frizzy, curly mess but she really didn’t care.
Natasha came running out five minutes later, her backpack a lot more full than it was before. They hopped on their bikes and raced each other back to Willow’s, Nat winning by a fraction of second. It wasn’t fair really, she was on the closest side of the road.
Their bikes were abandoned on the front lawn before they both raced up the front steps, giggling like children as they crashed into the house. Nat grabbed Willow by the waist and kissed her cheek and nose before darting in the kitchen and leaving behind a blushing mess of a girl.
Mrs Jenkins was hunched over a chair and trying unsuccessfully to get a pouty four year old to each the crackers on his plate. Willow’s little brother was adorable and his eyes lit up as Natasha gave him a small wave as she entered.
“Hi Mrs Jenkins, Hi Elliot,” she said, taking a seat on the bench under the window. “How are you?”
“Oh Natasha, how many times have I told you to call me Nancy! We are far past those formalities.” She always greeted the young girl with a tight hug and it truly was one of Natasha’s favourite greetings. The woman was so soft and warm, so maternal, and she really tried to savour the hugs she received. “I’m good, thank you dear. You’re looking well, such rosy cheeks.”
Natasha smiled and ducked slightly behind her hair, subconsciously hiding behind her hair. “Willow and I had a race back here and it’s already super hot outside, as you know. Elliot’s grown so fast! You’re such a big boy already!”
Nancy smiled fondly at her son and stroked his blonde hair back away from his forehead, having given up on making him eat his snack. He was fixated on Natasha, as usual, so any attempts she made were fruitless.
“He’s growing up too fast, that’s for sure.” Both women laughed. “Can you believe he’ll be five by the end of summer?”
Natasha shook her head and crossed her legs beneath her. “I remember when he was a baby and Willow would always complain about how much he cried.” Nancy looked as if to say ‘that’s about right’. “I’m always available to babysit him if you need me to.”
“Your mother is so lucky to have you, Natasha. I need to know where I went wrong with this one.” She jabbed her thumb over at Willow who had hopped up onto the counter and taken an apple from the fruit bowl beside her. She was oblivious to the fact that she was being talked about and crunched happily before biting a small piece off to pass to her brother in front of her. Typical. Of course he accepted food from her.
“You didn’t go wrong anywhere with her,” Natasha said in a softer tone, enamoured by how gentle Willow was with her baby brother. She was a wild soul but that suddenly switched when she was around him and as much as Natasha loved the thrill of the whirlwind that was her girlfriend, her tender side was so special because it was so rare and real.
Mrs Jenkins glanced over her shoulder towards the living room with a wary look, making sure her husband was out of earshot. “Don’t let James hear me say this, but I’m glad you’re able to tame her. I was worried she’d never settle down but you’ve worked magic with her somehow.”
It was really hard being anything but heterosexual in this day and age, and to most people in the town, including Willow’s father Jameson, Natasha and Willow were nothing more than best friends. Their friendship group really didn’t care who dated who, and Willow’s mom was strangely accepting, but that was about the extent of it. Public displays of affection were certainly limited.
“I am here, you know? I can hear you.” The disgruntled girl spoke up.
“I know,” her mother replied. “And get off my counter, how many times have I told you?”
“But it’s comfy,” Willow muttered to herself as she reluctantly slid off and leaned against the cupboards instead.
“I don’t care. Chairs were invented for that reason. Even Elliot knows that.”
“Sure sure, compare me to the golden child, why don’t you.” She disappeared out of the kitchen and Nancy rolled her eyes lightly. She really could never win with Willow. Her stubborn nature could not be tainted, no matter how hard anyone tried.
“There’s a party later so I should probably go and get ready,” Natasha said, looking for a reason to excuse herself. Nancy waved her on and told her that their dinner would be brought to Willow’s room once it was ready. Always looking after her children, and this extended to Natasha too, whenever she was around.
The crackly sound of Silver Springs rang gently through the record player as Willow dropped the needle and flipped onto her quilt, screwing up her pillow in her arms. Her bikini stuck to her skin uncomfortably but she barely noticed it. The way all the muscles in her back simultaneously relaxed as she lay down felt a lot better and she let out a small groan.
“Hey birdy,” Natasha said as she sat down on the bed beside her, tracing gentle shapes on the exposed skin of her back. “You’re the golden child to me, you know that, right?”
Wilow scrunched her nose up at the old nickname, having not heard it in years. Natasha started using it after Willow kept wearing tops with large sleeves that closely resembled wings, and it weirdly stuck.
“I don’t need to be the golden child,” she grumbled. “I’m leaving here as soon as I can, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Wherever you go, I go.” Natasha held out her pinky and linked with Willow’s, kissing their interlocked fingers softly. “I’ve always had a soft spot for rebellious girls.”
“Well don’t let my father hear you say that.”
Double checking that the bedroom door was indeed closed, Natasha leaned down and pressed her lips to Willow’s and cupped her jaw, guiding her in a kiss that left them both breathless. It was only quick, that’s all they could do. A heavy make out would be saved for later that evening, in some closed off room in Tony’s house where they could be alone with each other for as long as they wanted. And no interruptions.
“We wouldn’t want him to know how much of a blushing mess I make his daughter.”
Willow smirked and reached her hand up to stroke Natasha’s freckled cheek. “He’d kill you with his bare hands. And then probably send me to a nunnery or boarding school in Switzerland.”
“My birdy, a nun? Pigs will fly before that could ever be a possibility.” Willow opened her mouth to speak and then realised Natasha was indeed right, and she didn’t like that. Hooking her legs around Nat’s hips, their bodies swiftly flipped over so Willow was now on top and she smiled cockily before climbing off her completely and wandering over to her window.
“He probably wishes there’s somewhere that would turn me into a son that he can manipulate into taking over the family business,” she muttered, mainly to herself but Natasha still heard her words over the music. The way Willow was treated by her father was unfair, but unfortunately common. Jameson Jenkins didn’t get a first born son who could help him run the shop, so he resented his daughter from the moment she was born. And her fiery spirit certainly didn’t help her case either.
“If that was the case, then we’d cease to exist. Because as much as I like you, I could not date a guy.” There was an underlying seriousness to Nat’s words and she gently took Willow’s hand, looking over every detail on the face she could draw in her sleep. “I benefit from his loss, really.” There was a sparkle in Natasha’s eyes and Willow couldn’t help but laugh. That girl always knew how to make light of a dire situation.
“Have fun with that thought whilst I go shower.” Natasha dropped her hand and watched her leave before wandering over to the old crate that Willow used to store her records. The more well played ones donned dog eared covers, and Natasha sifted through these to find what she was looking for. Despite her love for Fleetwood Mac, Natasha was forever a Zeppelin and Hendricks girl, and the opening riff of ‘Fool in the Rain’ had her grinning madly as it cracked away on the record player.
Spinning and dancing around the room on her toes, the redhead made her way over to Willow’s closet and sifted through the clothes, deciding that she would be the one to pick what her girl would be wearing to the party. A brown mini skirt caught her eye and she tossed it onto the bed behind her, a few more items following quickly in its wake.
Trusty bell bottoms to match her own, a pair of flared striped pants, a few of the cross over tops that Willow was so obsessed with, and a denim jumpsuit that had Natasha biting her lip. It looked small on the hanger and she knew instantly how good it would hug her curves, and the halter neck and open back still daring enough to suit Willow’s madness.
All the other clothes seemed mediocre in comparison and Natasha quickly placed them back in the closet, leaving her new favourite item of clothing hanging casually on the doorknob. Her own outfit hung opposite to avoid wrinkles and even without seeing them on she knew they’d be looking hot tonight.
The bedroom door opening behind her made her jump and Willow poked her head around it sheepishly, her wet hair falling over her shoulder. “Did I hit you?”
“No, you just scared me.”
Willow hummed and grabbed the comb from her dresser to start painstakingly detangling her curls. Clad in nothing but a faded old oversized surfing tshirt courtesy of Wanda’s many trips around the world, Natasha had a hard time pulling her eyes away from the bare expanse of Willow’s legs. They were still damp from her shower and her skin looked so soft she just-
“Stop staring and go shower. You smell like the river and it’s bad.” Willow smirked at Natasha through the mirror in front of her and the redhead glared but disappeared into the bathroom anyway without another word.
Willow opened the large windows on the far side of her bedroom to allow the evening breeze to flow into her room. Golden hour had begun and it basked her room in a gorgeous orange glow, catching on the coloured glass shards that were strung up around her mirror.
Her mother slipped a tray of pasta and vegetables through her door which Willow gratefully accepted and sat cross legged on her floor to begin eating. Call her weird, but one of the best feelings was the way her hair slowly dried in the warm breeze. It was just so calming, so relaxing.
Natasha returned ten minutes later and they quickly ate, chatting and gossiping between each mouthful. Her father poked his head through the door to grunt a quick hello, but Y/n didn’t entertain that so he swiftly left. Natasha just smiled politely when he acknowledged her presence.
“I see you already picked out my outfit,” Willow said as her fork hovered by her lips. A tomato fell off but she didn’t bother trying to retrieve it so Natasha quickly swiped it up. “I like it.”
“Me too. And I’m not in the mood to watch you try on twenty different outfits, no matter how hot you look in them all.” Willow shot her a look and blew a stray curl out of her face. “Don’t give me that, birdy, you know that’s exactly what would have happened.”
“Maybe I am like my father, because he hates smartasses too!” She jabbed her fork in Natasha’s direction, bearing her teeth at the laughing redhead leaning against the legs of her vanity.
“You won’t hate me when I’m done with you,” Natasha answered, suddenly jumping up and pulling Willow over to the bed. “Lie down, I want to do your makeup.” Natasha pushed her down onto the bed and straddled her lap, grabbing her makeup pouch that had been tossed onto the comforter. Willow didn’t protest, or rather she couldn’t, not with Natasha’s body weight pinning her down.
The record had stopping playing but neither of them moved to flip it over, so the sounds of squeals and laughter drifted in through the open window, families spending their summer evenings in their spacious back yards. Willow closed her eyes as Natasha swiped her brush over her lips, her tongue poking out in concentration.
Nat didn’t add much makeup, not wanting to take away from her sunkissed natural beauty. A small smear of blush, some orange and brown on her lids and a stroke of mascara. Subtle, but just enough to highlight her best features.
The redhead sat back on Willow’s thighs and admired her handiwork, nodding to herself with her lip pulled between her teeth. “Not bad, not bad.”
“Not bad?” Willow exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting to. “Natasha you better not have mucked up my face!”
“Better see for yourself.” She moved to the side so Willow could race over to her mirror, expecting to see an absolute wreckage judging by Natasha’s reaction. But what she found was the simplest yet most effective make up look she’d had in a long time and she closed one eye to examine the soft orange hue.
“Nat, this looks so cool! Don’t scare me like that again.” She turned around with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side.
“I’m sorry, but your reactions just make it so much fun.” Their relationship was full of jokes and banter, bouncing off each other with smart remarks and quick comebacks. That’s how they managed to pull off the best friend card so well. They really were the best of friends.
Willow flipped the record and they both finished getting ready, wriggling into their outfits and touching up their hair as the cherry print alarm clock on Willow’s bedside table kept reminding them how late they were.
Natasha had blow dried her hair so it now tumbled around her shoulders in voluminous waves, combined with her dark winged eye liner and dark red top to make Willow pause with a hair tie between her teeth.
“Please never stop wearing those jeans,” was all she said before turning back to the mirror to finish pinning up her rather messy half up style. Willow had let them air dry so they were not uniformed at all, but the unruly look suited her far better.
“These?” Natasha turned to the side and smoothed her hands over her butt, frowning at the way the tight back material hugged her figure. “Are you sure it’s not too much?”
“Never.” Willow didn’t even turn around. Asking Nat to wear the jeans was purely a selfish move and she would stand by that until her dying day. “Can you grab my shoes?”
“Sneakers or heels?” Natasha held up a red pair of platform heels that complimented her top nicely but Willow turned her nose up. “Sneakers it is.”
“I pick comfort any day.” Hair done, lips glossed, sneakers laced, they ran down the stairs at the sound of a honk, Willow smuggling the bottle of cherry schnapps inside her jacket that she was going to ditch the moment they got into the car.
Bucky waved from the passenger seat as the girls sprinted across the lawn, leaping over their bikes that they’d thrown down earlier. Willow climbed into the back and Natasha followed, pulling the cab door shut of the red Ford F250.
“You ladies look good,” Bucky’s sister, Becca, called out. She worked in the mechanic shop on the edge of town and was a few years older than the rest of them but still knew how to have a good time. Plus she was the only one with a fully functioning car after Steve totalled his at a stop sign.
“Thanks, Bec. You don’t look so bad yourself Bucky.”
The man in question tugged at the collar of his shirt proudly. “What can I say, decided to make the effort. We won’t be this young forever.”
Willow and Nat shared a look before they started chuckling. “You sound like an old man.”
“Sometimes I think he is,” Becca agreed, smiling at the girls in her mirror.
“Does that mean you need picking up at ten tonight?” Natasha teased, knowing full well that the time was nine pm. She just loved to rile him up.
“Can we kick them out here?” Bucky asked as they pulled up to a stop light. “Just open the door and make them walk the rest of the way?��
“No, but you can walk if you want to.” The downside of having an older sister… she always sided with everyone else. Bucky sank into his seat and muttered under his breath, disgruntled. Or, that was until Willow waved a bottle in front of his face.
“Don’t be sad, it’s party time. You get the first sip.” He craned around to smile at her before untwisting the cap and taking a rather big gulp from the bottle. The taste wasn’t the best but he took another sip before handing it back. Natasha was next, knocking back hers like a true professional. “Ok please leave some for me!”
“Don’t worry birdy, I will.”
Willow seized her bottle from Natasha’s grip and tucked it between the door and her body, away from everyone. “Bec, I would offer you some but I don’t want to be dragged down with you if you get pulled over. I wouldn’t be allowed to see Wanda ever again.” Wanda’s father was a cop, which was ironic considering the illegal activities his daughter was the centre of right under his nose.
“You’re all good, Willow. I don’t know how you kids drink that stuff.”
Willow sank back against her seat, the leather sticking to her exposed back. “It’s definitely a Barnes thing, this ‘old person’ talk,” she muttered to Natasha who snorted. “You’d think I was visiting my grandparents.”
“I can hear you, you know.”
“Good. Glad to see your old age hasn’t affected your hearing.” If Becca wasn’t driving she would have reached behind and slapped Willow, who definitely deserved it. Her cocky smirk in triumph was infuriating to say the least and Natasha was thoroughly entertained.
Luckily for them, the Stark’s long drive came into view and the truck started to crawl up the gravel driveway, bumping over the uneven ground.
Tony Stark lived on the largest estate in the town. His parents were both in business and spent a large part of their year in the city, leaving their house and land to the questionable hands of their twenty year old son. Whether they knew of what went on whilst they were away, nobody knew, but Tony’s parties were unbeatable and unmissable.
The three of them piled out of the truck and waved goodbye to Becca before they assessed the scene in front of them. There were people everywhere; some they recognised, some they didn’t. But the unfamiliar faces didn’t deter them and Willow slipped her fingers into Natasha’s as they walked into the main entrance.
With the warm summer night air, the sound of good music and dancing, and Natasha right by her side, Willow felt on top of the world. She hated the small town life but wouldn’t trade this summer for the world.
#my songbird au#natasha romanoff#fanfic#marvel#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x female#natasha romanoff x female reader#natasha romanoff x o!c#wanda maximoff#bucky barnes#steve rogers#70s#70s aesthetic
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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist #2
Angst 🩸 | Fluff ☁️ | Smut/18+ 🥵 | Dark 🕷️ | H/C 🫀
Top R! ⬆️ | Bottom R ⬇️ | Switch ↔️ | Has a Penis 🍆
Personal Favorite ✨
Main Masterlist | Natasha Romanoff Masterlist #1
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Natasha x Fem!R (will do GN! from time to time)
Oneshots (2nd Person)
Excavate My Love 🩸|🫀
Seed of Romanoff 🕷️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ |🩸
Worth the Wait 🥵 | 🍆 | ⬇️
Castles Crumbling 🩸-> ☁️ | 🥵 | ↔️
On the Edge 🥵 | ⬇️
Affirmations 🫀| ✨
The Demons We Create 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬆️
Whatever You Like Baby ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
The Fracturing of a Mind 🩸 | 🤏🏼☁️
An Ocean of Regrets 🩸
All is Fair in Love and War ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬆️
Blurbs (2nd Person | 1.9kish or less)
Carved With Love ☁️ |🫀| ✨
You Can Run, but You Can’t Hide (a/b/o) 🥵|🍆| ⬇️
Sinful Practices 🥵 | 🍆 | ⬇️
Kissing Booth 🩸-> ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Silent Night 🫀
So Kiss Me ☁️ | ✨
Discovering Paradise 🤏🏼🥵 | ⬇️
Please Forgive Me… 🩸-> ☁️
Professional Mishaps 🤏🏼🥵 | ☁️
Double the Trouble ☁️
The Beaten and the Damned 🫀
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Number Neighbors Pt.3
Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Natasha masterlist Series Masterlist
Pt2
Word Count: 1k
Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?
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You and Nat began texting regularly back and forth every day, despite her initial hesitance to talk to a stranger it seemed like maybe she was beginning to open up to you, and it was safe to say she was on your mind 24/7- which after one too many glasses of wine and rom-coms lead you to pick up your phone and send her a text you were far too drunk to think over
Nat🔪
Y/n🍦:
Heyyy segg-c ;)
The response wasn’t immediate although you could see she had viewed your message, you pouted at her lack of reply and sloppily typed out another message. You were relying solely on auto-correct to convey your emotions
Y/n🍦:
Don’t ignore m3 :(
Nat🔪:
Sorry-
What’s up?
Y/n🍦:
I’m lonely
How cme no one un New York wants to date me?
Nat🔪:
Maybe because people in New York suck?
Y/n🍦:
I want to agree but technically I live in New York
which means your saying that I suck
Nat🔪:
You're*
And I mean
-If the shoe fits
Y/n🍦:
Shhh my brain can’t think grammar right now
>:0
Currently sobbing and not because of the Rom-coms
Nat🔪:
I’m kidding
You only wear Duck socks anyway
Y/n🍦:
Stalker!
How did you know I was wearing them?
Nat🔪:
Well last time you were watching TV you were wearing them
I just guessed
Y/n🍦:
I don’t believe you
I knew you were an FBI agent!
Nat🔪:
You got me.
Surprise
Y/n🍦:
wait really?!
Nat🔪:
Yep, I’m actually right outside your window
You, being in the drunken excited state that you were in, immediately dropped your phone on the couch and ran to the window, searching for signs of anyone but the local crackhead on the streets. Much to your dismay, no one was there
Meanwhile, Nat was silently praising herself for getting you to believe her story, but it was obvious you were probably under the influence of some sort of substance and despite you being a total stranger you were remotely interesting and she could humor herself a bit longer.
Nat🔪
Y/n🍦:
You’re mean
Nat🔪:
Just so you know I’m laughing so hard right now
Y/n🍦:
I don’t tolerate liars in the sacred house of Y/n
Nat🔪:
I didn’t know you were a religious figure
Y/n🍦:
well when you look as hot as I do…
People can’t help but worship you
Nat🔪:
Understandable
I’m sure you look great
Although your cheeks were already red from alcohol consumption, you were sure that if you had any friends they would point out the noticeable blush on your face
Y/n🍦:
Thanks ;)
I’m sure you look great too
Nat🔪:
Yep
People are falling over themselves as I sit in my Pajama pants and Tank top
Nat looked up at the sound of someone entering the living room. Clint, surprised that someone else was in the room, tripped over his own feet and fell straight onto the floor, Nat chuckled to herself while Clint just groaned. Huh, guess she was right.
“What are you doing awake Nat?” Clint stood and rubbed the back of his neck, stretching his now-aching muscles
“I could ask you the same thing” Nat shot back
“I’m just getting a snack,” He explained, opening the fridge and taking out some leftover pasta that Wanda had made, Nat lifted her brow in a silent question but Clint just shrugged and grabbed a fork
“Whatever, fine, don’t tell me I didn’t even want to know” He mumbled as he walked back to the elevator to go to his room
Nat decided her room would probably be a more appropriate space for privacy and left the living room for the solace of her bed
She knew she could look you up and find out who you were in seconds but it was nice to finally talk to someone new who wasn’t a target for a mission. And you were actually pretty fun to talk to. Maybe she’d just take a peek in the morning. For now, she was reveling in the moment.
Y/n🍦:
Y/n🍦:
What kind of pajama pants?
Was the question Y/n had sent, along with a picture of her own pants, which had rainbows all over them. She laughed to herself, haha gay.
She needed to drink less next time.
Nat🔪:
Wow.
Nothing as interesting as those
Nat debated sending a picture of her plain gray pajama pants and after what felt like ten minutes of internal struggle, finally snapped a quick photo and sent it
Y/n🍦:
Booooo! Gray
You know a person's pajama pants say
A lot about their personality
Nat🔪:
I’m offended
Y/n🍦:
Good, you should be.
I’m offended too
Offended that you’d even consider buying pants so boring
Nat🔪:
What’s wrong with gray?
It’s a great neutral color
Y/n🍦:
Is that what you want your personality to be Nat
Gray?
Nat🔪:
Well what would you suggest I wear then
Miss Rainbow pants?
Y/n🍦:
Rainclouds
Since you’re so grumpy all the time
Nat🔪:
You’re really pushing your luck
Might just have to delete your number now
Y/n🍦:
No!
I thought we were friends
Nat🔪:
Strangers
Y/n🍦:
Strange friends.
Nat🔪:
Don’t you have a job or something?
How come you’re always up so late?
You should sleep
Y/n🍦:
Don’t You have a job??
Maybe you should go to sleep
Nat🔪:
I’m trying but this crazy stranger keeps
Texting me all night and keeping me awake
Y/n🍦:
They sound like a great person
You two should definitely meet
Nat🔪:
Goodnight Y/n.
Y/n🍦:
:( fine
Good night Nat, good luck sleeping in your Gray bed
Nat scrolled up and checked the picture that she sent, confirming that her bedspread was in fact, not in the photo
Nat🔪:
How’d you know it was gray?
Y/n🍦:
like I said-
A person’s pajama pants say a lot about them
Nat just shook her head as she shut off her phone, a smile on her face, You really were something. The more she talked to you the harder she found it to stop texting you.
Pt.4
-I had a random number invite me to a birthday party not too long ago. What’s your weirdest random number story?~ Starry
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Natasha Romanoff Alphabet
A=Affection(How do they so their love for you)
Nat would go on missions with you,open up to you and teach you Russian
B=Bound(How much do they share with you)
Everything except her killings because she doesn't want you to think she's a monster
C=Cruel(How do they punish you)
Tying you up and isolation
D=Desire(How long until they take you)
2-4 years
E=Even(To what level if their dominant)
She wants you to be on the same level
F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)
Live together and adopt a few kids
G=Gifts(What do they give you)
Matching necklaces
H=Hell(Worst experience with them)
If you fight with her shell do something you'll both regret
I=Insane(How insane did they get because of you)
5/10
J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)
If anyone touches you they are dead
K=Killing(How do they handle killing)
She turns into the Black Widow and its game over
L=Language(What is their love language)
Physical touch,acts of service and quality time
M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)
Nothing
N=No(To what strength would they go for you)
Stops at kidnapping
O=Obsessed(How obsessed are they with you)
6/10
P=Pet names(What do they call you)
Anything Russian,sweetheart and love bug
Q=Quit,(How would they act if you died)
Would act like she accepted it but is really broken
R=Runaway(What are your chances to get away)
No chance
S=Stalking(How good are they at stalking you)
10/10
T=Type(What type of handers are they)
Obsessive,Manipulative,Overprotective and Possessive
U=Unique(Different from other yanderes)
Isn't really submissive to you
V=Vine(How would they feel if you fought back)
Would fight you but doesn't want to
W=Will(Would they do anything against their darlings will)
Force feed you and tying you up
X=Xray(How much do they keep hidden from you)
Her past until she trysts you
Y=Yearning(How much do they want you,)
3/10
Z=Zzz(How do you two fall asleep together)
Next to each other
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I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW THE SHIPS AND IF THOR GAVE AGENT MOBIUS A TALK ABOUT NOT BREAKING LOKI’S HEART IF THAT IS ONE OF THE SHIPS pretty please?
ok so lokius isn’t canon in my au bc i honestly don’t ship them but i can’t lie it is pretty cute,, but if it was canon thor would SO do that amdnsjsjsj
anyways anyways, S H I P S
(quite a few of these ships are considered controversial, please don’t hate on me for them. ty!)
r o m a n t i c
pepperony (pepper potts x tony stark)
sambucky (sam wilson x bucky barnes)
parkner (peter parker x harley keener)
sylki (sylvie laufeydottir x loki laufeyson)
danbeau (carol danvers x maria rambeau)
starmora (peter quill x gamora)
bugborg (mantis x nebula)
fosterson (thor odinson x jane foster)
brutasha (bruce banner x natasha romanoff)
bishova (yelena belova x kate bishop)
sifkyrie (lady sif x valkyrie)
wandavision (wanda maximoff x vision)
p l a t o n i c / f a m i l i a l
yelena x bucky
valkruce (valkyrie x bruce banner)
peter/mantis (peter parker x mantis)
bucket (bucky barnes x rocket)
science teens (peter parker x shuri)
science boyfriends (bruce banner x tony stark)
clintasha (clint barton x natasha romanoff)
black pepper (natasha romanoff x pepper potts)
valcarol (valkyrie x carol danvers)
witch family (stephen strange x wanda maximoff x loki laufeyson)
revengers (thor odinson x bruce banner x valkyrie x loki laufeyson)
irondad (peter parker x tony stark)
nebora (nebula x gamora)
maximoff twins (wanda maximoff x pietro maximoff)
science family (bruce banner x tony stark x peter parker)
j o k e
rocket x bucky’s arm
bucky x plums
mobius x jetski
loki x tesseract
and like, so much more, AIJSIWJEIWJW
don’t be afraid to send in any asks about my au, i LOVE infodumping abt it :3
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All Of The Girls I’ve Loved Before
A - Annabeth Chase, Avery Grambs
B - Blake Lively
C - Carol Danvers,
D -
E - Elena Gilbert, Elsa
F - Fleur Delacour
G - Gwen Stacy, Gamora,
H - Hermione Granger
I -
J - Juliette Ferrars, Jude Duarte
K - Katherine Pierce, Katniss Everdeen, Kiara Carrera
L - Lily Evans,
M - Minerva McGonagall, Michelle Jones
N - Natasha Romanoff
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P - Pepper Potts, Pippa Fitz-Amobi,
Q -
R - Rebekah Mikaelson
S - Sarah Cameron
T - Taylor Swift
U -
V - Valkyrie,
W - Wednesday Addams,
X -
Y - Yelena Belova
Z - Zendaya
#fictional#celebrities#taylor swift#marvel#black widow#wednesday#agggtm#a good girls guide to murder#obx#outerbanks#harry potter#hogwarts#wizarding world#the originals#tvd#the vampire diaries#hunger games#the folk of the air#frozen#marauders#the inheritance games#hawthorne#tasm
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Honesty teaser | n romanoff | wattpad book
Ok hello :) I know this goes against posting on Tumblr, seeing as it won’t be updated on here, but I really need to kick myself back into writing, so what better way than to promote my book on here so that I have more of an incentive if more people know about it! For now it’s Wattpad only whilst I figure out how AO3 works (idk if I even have an account) but I will try to get it up on there too. But… until then… here is the first chapter of ‘Honesty’.
College!AU | Enemies to lovers
Natasha Romanoff x O!C
O!C: Kaiiarina Lenkova (Kaia/ Ky). Sister to JB Lenkov (James Buchanan aka Bucky)
Current available chapters: 9
The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.
She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.
"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.
"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.
"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.
Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.
Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.
Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.
What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.
"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.
"Yelena."
"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.
"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.
"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."
Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.
Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.
And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.
When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.
And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.
Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.
"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."
On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?
"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"
"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.
"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."
There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.
But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.
Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.
But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.
But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.
"Did you-"
"Are you-"
Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.
"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.
"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.
"We really did it."
"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.
On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.
"I got in!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"
Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.
"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.
"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."
"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.
"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."
Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"
"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.
Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.
Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.
"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.
"You know me too well."
"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.
"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."
"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.
"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."
"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."
"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.
Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.
Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.
"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."
"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.
New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.
"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.
"Kaia..." Still nothing.
"Ky!" Crickets.
"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.
"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.
Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."
Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.
"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but
"Bye bitch."
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Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.
She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.
Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.
And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.
"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.
"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.
10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.
Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.
Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.
She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.
"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.
"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"
Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.
"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."
Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."
"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.
"Because we're still together. And we always will be."
Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.
Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"
"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.
"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"
"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.
Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."
"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.
"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.
Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."
With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.
"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"
Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"
"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"
"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"
"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.
"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"
Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.
One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.
"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.
"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."
"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"
Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.
"I love you!"
They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.
"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.
It was summer.
They were going to college.
Together.
10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.
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Angst 🩸 | Fluff ☁️ | Smut/18+ 🥵 | Dark 🕷️ | H/C 🫀
Top R! ⬆️ | Bottom R ⬇️ | Switch ↔️ | Has a Penis 🍆
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Oneshots (Switched POV’s | Older Style)
Thanking my Lucky Stars
Flirty Natty 🩸 | ☁️
Your Sister's Hot ☁️
It's Okay.. | No It's Not.. | It Will Be ☁️|🩸
The Forgotten Triplet 🩸 | ☁️
Dirty Secret 🩸 | ☁️
Loved You Sooner 🩸| Never Too Late ☁️
Die For You 🩸 | Live for Me 🩸|☁️ | Story of Us ☁️
Burnt Out 🩸 | Magical Night Away 🩸| ☁️
Series
The Mystery Stark ☁️|🩸| 🥵 (✅)
Oneshots (2nd Person | Current Style)
You’re Still Mine ☁️ |🩸| 🥵 | ⬇️
Mama's Baby 🥵 | ⬆️
Sad Beautiful Tragic 🩸|☁️|🥵 | ⬇️
Labor Pains 🩸 | ☁️
Anything for You 🫀
To Be: Cherished | Mine Forever I A Family |🥵|🫀| ⬇️
Everything Comes at a Cost 🩸|☁️ | ⬇️ | 🥵
Forever, Always, and All my Days After That... ☁️ | ✨
My Body, My Choice ☁️ | She Will Be Loved ☁️
Unwelcome Surprise 🩸| 🥵 | ↔️ | Lessons Learned 🩸| ☁️
Wrong Choice… 🫀| 🥵 | ⬆️ | ✨
Starts With Goodbye ☁️ | 🥵 | 🫀| ⬇️
Ready to Run 🫀
Oh How You Brighten up the Night Sky ☁️
Shall We Play a Game? ☁️ | 🤏🏼🩸
A Warm Hand, and Your Loving Touch… ☁️ |🥵 | ⬆️
I’ll Be Home For Christmas ☁️ | 🩸🩸 | 🥵 | ⬇️ / …If Only In Your Dreams 🩸| ☁️☁️
Kiss Me Beneath The Mistletoe ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ |✨
Never Alone With You ☁️
How to Mend What’s Broken 🩸| ☁️
Mind Games 🩸| ☁️
Cuddle Bug ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Take it All… 🥵 | ☁️ | ⬆️
My Heart—It Beats For You 🩸| ☁️
A Blooming Love ☁️
Liho to the Rescue ☁️ | Meet The (Fockers) Bishop-Belova’s ☁️
Through the Eras 🫀| 🥵 | ⬆️ | ✨
Do I Know You? 🩸| ☁️
A Fools Errand ☁️ -> 🩸
Clandestine Meetings 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆
You Could Never Hurt Me 🫀| 🥵 | 🥩 | ⬇️
In a Summer Haze ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Teach Me Mommy 🥵 | ⬆️
Unconditional Kind of Love 🫀
I Can’t Lose You 🥵 |🩸 | ☁️ | ⬇️
Attachment Issues 🥵 | ☁️ | ⬇️
I Love You / I Know 🩸| 🥵 | ⬆️
You’re so Prettyyyy 🩸-> ☁️ | 🤏🏼🥵
Stripped Bare 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆 / Shelter me From the Storm 🫀| 🥵 | 🍆
A Vintage Taste ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Roles Reversed 🥵 | ⬆️
Perfect Timing ☁️ |🩸| 🥵 | ↔️ |
In Your Corner ☁️
Pretty Princess 🩸-> ☁️ |🥵 | ⬇️
Love Me ‘Til I’m Black and Blue 🤏🏼🕷️| 🩸| 🥵⬇️
Hear Me Out ☁️
Easy to Love 🤏🏼🩸 | ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
The Perfect Muse 🥵 | ⬇️
Don’t Worry, I’ve Got You 🩸|🫀
The One That (Almost) Got Away 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ↔️ | 🍆
Short Series
Symphonic Journey ☁️ |🩸| 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆 |✨
Blurb (2nd Person | 1.9kish or less)
Chaos Ensues 🤏🏼🩸| ☁️ | ✨
Roadside Assistance ☁️
Bloody Hell of a Mess ☁️
A Simple Cat Nap ☁️
A Never Ending Nightmare 🩸| ☁️
My Lipgloss is Poppin’ 🥵 | ☁️ | ⬇️ | ✨
Big Bad Wolf 🕷️|🥵|🩸| ⬇️
Desperate Times… (A/B/O) 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆
Winging It ☁️
A Twisted Web of Lies 🩸
Tension 🤏🏼🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Whiskey Lullaby 🩸
A Master Lesson in Patience 🥵 | ⬇️
Who Are You People ☁️
Married to her Craft 🥵 | ⬆️
The Tournament 🥵 | ↔️
Dance the Night Away ☁️
1 vs 5
Fineapple
Broken Promises…
Flustered Mess
Elsa
Chickens
Lost in Battle
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Natasha Romanoff
You're Not A Monster ♤♡
I'll Never Forget You ♤☆
Car Trouble ♡
Cuddling with WandaNat ♡◇
It's Alright Darling ♤♡
WandaNat x reader domestic headcanons ◇
The Cliff ♤☆
Terms of Endearment ♤♡
Taking It Slow ♧
Dirty A-Z headcanon game: Y ♧◇
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Wanda Maximoff
I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch ♡
Her Sweet Embrace ♡
Cuddling with WandaNat ♡◇
WandaNat x reader domestic headcanons ◇
First Taste ♧
this love came back to me ♡
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Agatha Harkness
Dom Agatha Harkness ♧◇
Happy Anniversary, Love ♡
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Sylvie Laufeydottir
Love Drunk ♡
Lamentis Love Confessions ♡
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Yelena Belova (platonic only)
Being Best Friends with Yelena Belova ◇
Miscellaneous Yelena Belova headcanons ◇
Drown In Your Tears ♤♡
A Lot More Similar ♡
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Peter Maximoff
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
Peter Maximoff reacting to the reader stealing his shirt ♧◇
Bad Day Fun ♤♡
Peter Maximoff general dating headcanons ◇
Peter Maximoff stealing the reader's shirt ♧◇
Peter Maximoff reacting to seeing the reader in a maid outfit ◇
First Date Jitters ♡
Peter Maximoff with a s/o who's a witch ◇
Sick Day ♤♡
Ms. Pacman and Exams ♡
Fluff Alphabet: C ♡◇
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Jessica Jones
Jessica Jones taking care of you while you're on your period ◇
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Serpentine (Natasha Romanoff x OC) - Chapter One
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On a dreary night in Brooklyn, Director Nicholas Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. walks with a stiffness in his step and a grimace on his face.
His dark coat catches the light mist that has settled on the sidewalk with every footfall, spinning it in clouds around his feet that exaggerate their militaristic gait. The director's gloved hands are shoved in stiff, leather pockets to avoid the light drizzle which leaves beads of water rolling down his shoulders. The man's eyes dart from left to right, analysing every movement however slight it would seem to the usual passerby.
Overall, his silhouette emanates an aura of danger that most on the street shy away from.
However, looking closely enough, nearly imperceptible anxiety reveals itself in the stiffness of his shoulders. It is only once Fury approaches the emerald green door of a white brownstone on Carroll Street that he lets his habitual grimace fall and — after one final scan ahead and behind — makes his way to the stoop.
He raises a hand to knock.
As expected, the door swings open before he can touch it to a dimly lit and noticeably empty entryway. The only indication of anybody home is a scratchy record of Guy Lombardo's "Give Me the Moon Over Brooklyn" playing jovially beyond his line of sight.
Although the director quickly glances past the threshold, he seems to anticipate that he doesn't find anyone there to greet him. Instead, it is only the slight creak of shifting weight on wood that alerts him to the presence of his host.
"Lovely to see you, Nick. Boots off and set by the door, coat on the rack. I'll start a pot," calls a dulcet, strangely accented voice from further inside the apartment.
Fury lightly scoffs, but steps through the door and shrugs off his coat anyway. He considers the gun holstered against his hip, wondering if he should leave it at the door or-
"Additionally, you can drop that paranoia of yours. It's giving me a headache," the voice calls once again, assuring him of the decision he should make. "Rest assured that no one with less than savoury intentions walks this street without me knowing about it."
The man rolls his eyes, all the while hanging his coat — holster and gloves, as well — as per her request and making a point of closing the door with a sleeve pulled over his bare left hand.
"I see you haven't looked into the term 'welcome wagon' like I asked," Fury calls back to the disembodied voice, his own touched with a hint of annoyance.
Without any sound this time to signify her nearness, a woman suddenly passes in front of him with a coffee filter in her hand and a smirk on her lips. Her alabaster complexion blends perfectly with short hair too white to be natural, so much so that he almost doesn't notice the equally pale ball python resting at her throat.
"Can't say I have, Nick. Now, I know removing your coat must've been quite distressing, but the boots need to go too. House rules."
Fury glares at her slightly, but nonetheless pulls off his boots. A triumphant edge to her smirk appears as he does, but it vanishes the moment he stands straight and theatrically gestures to his boots, which now sit neatly on a tray by the door.
"Thank you, kindly," the woman quips before turning swiftly into the area to the right of the doorway, gesturing for her guest to follow.
As he trails behind her, Fury isn't surprised to find that the house still reflects her severe appearance. Everything is in some shade of black, white or green, barring a few small accents of a brilliant amber, and every piece of furniture is either antique or meant to look that way. His host is certainly an old soul, though much more literally than most people realise.
Fury eventually settles onto a sofa next to the record player, which has moved on to another song. In the kitchen across from him, the woman begins to scoop coffee grounds into the filter with her left hand, the snake now curled around her right. Against the deep black of her attire and the cabinetry, she and the python seem to eerily glow in comparison to their surroundings.
"Now, milk? Or are we brooding and taking coffee black today?"
Fury sends a look to his host's back, which she holds calmly after gracefully pivoting to meet it. A short staring match later, her opponent relents begrudgingly.
"Milk."
His host's eyes brighten slightly as she turns to finish her task without another word.
In the meantime, the director continues to scan his surroundings. After a moment, his eyes come to rest on the small table in front of him, and something atop it prompts him to raise a brow curiously.
"So... you knew I was coming?"
The woman is confused by his meaning at first, but realises as she approaches the coffee maker that a fresh pot already sits inside of it. She looks perplexed for a moment, but nonetheless exchanges the filter in her hand for a mug. After pouring the still steaming drink, she makes her way to Fury only to notice that milk and sugar have already been laid out as well.
She sets down his coffee soundlessly and takes the seat adjacent from him with nothing more than a shrug.
"It would seem that someone did," she says lowly, a small smile masking the annoyance that lingers in her eyes.
Fury nods slightly. He seems to understand the meaning behind her cryptic statement, but nonetheless continues to eye her carefully.
"And yet, even with a warning, that blasted snake is still here."
The woman's amber eyes snap to his, issuing a challenge that she knows neither of them would like to lose.
"Oh, hush. Trygve is a perfectly respectable snake, and better company than you could ever be."
As if to prove a point, the python -- Trygve -- flicks her tongue and 'kisses' her owner's cheek.
Fury chuckles, crossing one leg over the other and draping an arm over the back of the couch. He's relaxed slightly, a feat not many people could hope to achieve while hosting the notoriously paranoid man. It's a strange look on him, for sure, but a welcome one all the same.
"If that thing is better company than I am, I want to hear it tell a joke. I suppose I could concede to slam poetry if it was really good," he jokes lightheartedly.
In response, the woman teasingly lets the snake glide between her hands and watches Nick's eyes follow it nervously. After a moment, she lets Trygve settle around her neck once again and her guest into his seat.
"Don't worry, Nick, I'm only teasing. Tryg could never compete with your sunny disposition, and while her slam poetry is quite good, I'm not sure her jokes are up to par." Fury's eyebrows raise the smallest bit, sensing something tricky in her compliment. Even so, he knows better than to interrupt. "However, you should still call her by her name. It's rude not to."
"I'm sure the snake is incredibly offended," Fury deadpans.
"Oh, she'll be inconsolable for days. Perhaps you should give her a fuzzy as a recompense?"
The man immediately cringes, but expertly hides it by leaning forward in his seat.
"I am not touching her, nor will I be touching anything that goes in her mouth."
"Too squeamish?" Fury looks mildly insulted, so she happily continues. "You've no problem with shooting a person, but deceased infant mice are too much for you to handle?"
The director puffs out his chest and sends her a challenging glare.
"I don't have to touch people to shoot them. That's how guns work." The woman across from him looks unconvinced and on the verge of laughter, which only gets him more worked up. "I also don't feed those people to snakes once they've kicked the bucket!"
"So it's the fact that it's dead?" she says with a marginally darker smirk than before. Her hand moves toward the hollow of her throat. "It doesn't have to be."
The director instantly points a warning finger at her.
"You are not-" he starts, but stops as he sees her smile widen mischievously. "What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?"
The trickster proudly raises her chin a touch.
"Absolutely nothing. Just wanted to see how long I could get you to talk about your fear of snakes — and rodents, apparently — before you noticed," she says arrogantly, relishing the look of disbelief that appears on Nick's features before he ultimately slips away from his usually calm and collected demeanour.
"Why are you so determined to mock me every time I come into your house? First it was my badge-"
"You weren't looking at the camera."
"-then it was the eyepatch-"
"Now, you can't blame me for that."
"-and now it's my thing about mice. Why I continue to-"
Neither says anything as the blonde proudly leans back in her seat. A pregnant silence ensues, neither party willing to concede, until Fury slowly leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. His tormentor does the same, narrowing her eyes and fashioning her expression into one of mock seriousness.
"Alex, if you say anything about this, to anyone, and I will personally throw your ass out of the Helicarrier."
"Not to worry, director. My lips are sealed," she says cheekily.
Fury tries to decide if she's being truthful or not as she bounces back into her previous position, but his companion — Alex — pulls herself out of her seat before he can decide. She moves to a large terrarium against the wall and carefully sets Trygve inside of it before turning back to see Nick finishing off the last of his coffee. She holds out an expectant — albeit hesitant — hand, but he waves her off and gets up. Instead of letting his host handle the dishes, Fury moves toward the nearest sink and washes out the mug, purposefully using his sleeves to touch the faucet, and carefully sets it on a drying rack.
Alex approaches and rests a hip against the counter, her serious expression noticeably more genuine than before.
"Not that I don't enjoy your visits, but why are you here, Nick?" She asks, her mixed accent warping the words slightly.
The man sighs and crosses his arms heavily.
"Coulson called about a situation at PEGASUS — said that Selvig is having some issues with the Cube. I don't have much more than that, but I figured you'd want to be there when we take a look at it."
She nods, unsurprised by the news.
"I would. I trust Selvig with it, but... my being there would at least provide a safety net if something goes awry."
"My thoughts exactly," Fury affirms, but watches curiously as the woman whom he'd come to know as a friend goes the slightest bit rigid. He takes note of where his hands are and realises that he'd absentmindedly rested one on the counter.
When he removes it and wipes the spot with his sleeve, Alex relaxes a bit and begins moving toward the front door. Fury follows and begins to gather his things.
"Well then, consider my time off interrupted. Just know you'll have to answer to Natasha when she gets back," she remarks stiffly, although some humour slightly slips back into her voice.
Fury, having not considered those particular repercussions of pulling Alex from their little hideout, stops halfway into tying his boots.
"Will she be in a good mood?" he asks.
Alex chuckles in response.
"She's doing a reverse interrogation this time around, so you might get away with your life."
"Good to know." Fury pivots once they reach the foyer, once again stoically staring down into his hosts unnaturally amber eyes. "I'll give you 10 minutes. Car's outside when you're ready."
"I'll be there in 5."
With that, Nick quickly throws a mock salute her way. She returns it with a practised grin and watches him get into a black van. Only when he disappears behind the tinted windows does she shut the door and get to work.
The ghostly girl wastes no time taking several wipes from a container by the door and meticulously disinfecting the doorknob and coat rack, then retreating back into the sitting room to wipe down any and all of the things that her guest had touched. After giving the same ritualistic treatment to the kitchen in turn, she goes to Trygve's terrarium and checks the humidity gauge along with a chart which ensures she's been fed recently.
Once satisfied with the state of the two more pressing rooms, Alex takes a box of tea from the counter and ascends a staircase that hugs the wall of the entryway. Once on the landing, she glides into the bathroom to retrieve a small pouch, inside of which are more wipes, various disinfectants, and gloves. In addition to the pouch, she retrieves a bottle of pills and another case from the medicine cabinet.
With too many things balancing in her arms, Alex next enters her bedroom. After dropping her collection of items and some extra clothing into a leather suitcase, she slides a pair of black gloves onto her hands and makes her way back to the bottom floor. Once there, the woman pulls a small glass rectangle from her pocket which lights up and reveals itself as a high-tech cell phone.
Alex scrolls through her contacts until clicking on one labelled 'Itsy Bitsy', which is settled quite near to the top.
Today 9:54 PM
"Time off interrupted yet again. Heading out to PEGASUS. See you at base."
"O.K. I'll give the boss a pummeling for you when I get back :)"
"Try not to kill him, will you?"
"I make no promises. Be careful <3"
"You too, love. See you soon."
Read at 9:57 PM
A content smile appears on Alex's lips as she grabs a coat from the rack and shrugs it on. Just as she's next slipped on a pair of flats and reached for the doorknob, her eyes are drawn back to her record player. Regardless of the fact that it will stop on its own, Alex walks over to halt the track and slide the record into its case. Once more she almost moves toward the door, but stops abruptly with a conflicted look on her features — after a few moments of pondering, she turns back to her record collection.
It takes a few moments of shifting things around, but she finally pulls out a worn record of Nick DeFrancis' "Fly Me to the Moon" and carefully turns it over to reveal a small note on one edge of the casing.
Still waiting! Love, Howie.
Regardless of the cute nature of the note, not even a flicker of a smile appears on her face. Instead, Alex simply places the gift at the base of her briefcase before turning off the lights and exiting her apartment with haste.
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When Alex eventually spots his car, she looks inside to see a freshly wiped seat and an impatient Nicholas Fury. She slips in and sets the briefcase at her feet while Fury puts the car into gear.
"Thank you, Nick," she says quietly.
He seems to notice the shift in her mood, but doesn't say anything about it.
"Well I've gotta keep you happy somehow, or you might make the Tesseract blow up on purpose."
"It'd take a bit more than not wiping down a seat."
"You gonna let me know where the line is?" he inquires while blatantly running a red light.
The woman looks over at him with a raised brow.
"Somewhere between running a red and kicking a puppy," she scolds.
Nick simply looks over at her with an innocent smile.
"I'll be sure to stay away from puppies, then. Can't let myself get tempted."
"That's awful."
"I wasn't the one who brought it up!"
Finally, a short laugh escapes Alex's lips as she shakes her head.
"I suppose we can call it a tie, then."
Fury seems to accept that answer, so he turns his attention back to driving. A comfortable silence blankets the air between them. Alex turns her head to look out the window and spots Stark Tower rising above the Manhattan skyline. She wonders for a moment whether the gaudiness of the building truly reflects the character of the man who inhabits it. From what she'w heard from Natasha, it certainly did.
Then again, she has more than enough reason to doubt that.
"So, how was time off treating you before I showed up?" Fury asks, breaking the silence and pulling Alex out of her wonderment.
She sighs somewhat defeatedly.
"It was alright. Very quiet, but I suppose that was the point. Anyhow, it's not getting any less irritable."
Fury grimaces a bit, but doesn't let his disappointment show too much.
"Have you found anything that calms it down?"
Alex thinks for a moment, but Nick can immediately tell that she isn't coming up with much.
"As of right now, very few things. Natasha's started teaching me ballet, and it seems to enjoy her company, so that's a step in the right direction. Other than that, though..." Nick gives her a look, which she returns. "Look, I'm managing it. Not particularly well, but I am. It's proving to be a bit difficult, as per usual."
Alex's eyes flare a brighter yellow for a moment and her attention goes elsewhere. Her eyes roll at nothing in particular.
Nick carefully averts his gaze and sighs heavily.
"What are the chances of you just... talking to it?"
"I do talk to it — I am talking to it — but I won't be giving it free rein until I know it isn't going to react like that every time it thinks I'm being threatened."
"From what you've told me, that's next to impossible," Nick responds carefully.
Alex lets her shoulders drop, discouraged.
"It's going to have to adjust. As much as I know it's only acting on its nature, it can't be lashing out at people that don't deserve it."
She looks guilty — afraid, even — as she says it, and Nick can't help but notice. He grips the steering wheel a bit tighter.
"Alex, I'm gonna be straight with you. I'd like you back in action as soon as possible, and being alone isn't going to make this situation any better."
The girl's eyes widen and her head cocks to one side, imagining all of the ways that the arrangement he's imagining could go wrong.
"As long as it's being this protective, I'm not sure I trust it around people," she says hesitantly.
Nick chuckles a bit.
"The people you spend time with aren't necessarily breakable. I'm sure they could handle a few days of readjusting."
Alex looks out the window once again, contemplating his words. She knows he's been right about most things of this nature in the past. However, there is an ever-worsening sensation in her gut that tells her this might be one of the rare occasions that he's wrong.
She takes a deep breath in and out before settling on a decision.
Don't think this means I'm not still mad at you.
"Fine. But if someone else gets hurt, it'll be on you."
"I trust you won't let that happen."
Unfortunately, Alex knows that his trust means very little to the voice in the back of her head, and it's not at all worried about breaking it.
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A/N: Hello everyone! Please remember to vote and comment if you are enjoying the story, as updates will heavily depend on interest. Welcome to Serpentine! (Note: This is reposted from my Wattpad account. Please do not repost without giving credit or replicate in any way.)
#writing snippet#marvel cinematic universe#black widow#natasha romanoff#avengers#nick fury#fanfiction#marvel
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oizinho , tag ! decidi retomar esse blog porque sinto falta de jogar, mas nenhum dos rps de central que eu entro dura, então voltei a dar uma chance para o 1x1 (ou nxn). eu jogo multimuse com um mesmo partner ou plot individual com cada um, como preferir. ah, eu sou a dottie ou berrie, tenho +25 anos e costumo ser bem eclética para plots. meu único pedido é que você não seja o tipo de partner que combina plot, faz o blog e some ou demora meses para responder 1 reply. eu também sou ocupada e não estou aqui todos os dias, mas levar 3 meses para cada reply acaba com meu muse.
enfim, se estiver interessado, clica aqui no read more que tem alguns plots canon e originais que eu tô muito na vibe. deixa um like, comenta aí ou já me chama no chat e vamos plotar!
observação : eu costumo jogar apenas pelo tumblr. discord vai depender.
EM NEGRITO, MEUS CHARS DE PREFERÊNCIA
RISCADOS OS QUE JÁ ESTÃO OCUPADOS
MARVEL
bucky barnes x yelena belova
bucky barnes x natasha romanoff
basicamente o bucky de opp com qualquer char, até uma oc
bruce banner de opp também seria um sonho (pode ser com a natasha ou você escolhe quem for)
HARRY POTTER
salazar slytherin x rowena ravenclaw (eu imploro por um tom hiddleston de opp aqui)
hermione x draco (com novos fcs)
hermione x luna (com novos fcs)
narcisa x lucius (jovens, com novos fcs)
OC.
muse a é uma patricinha que não faz ideia de que o pai era milionário através do crime, por baixo dos panos. quando sua vida é ameaçada, o homem precisa contar a verdade e coloca seguranças atrás dela o tempo todo. muse b é o chefe dos guarda-costas que anda pegando no pé dela pra protegê-la. (a ideia é um plot com age gap, mas os muses podem ter idades próximas. eu sonho com esse plot com o pedro pascal de opp há anos, então se me der, meu coração é seu)
muse c é garota de programa e foi contratada pelo pai de muse d para tirar sua virgindade, porque o pai tinha medo do filho ser gay. (esse plot pode ser atual ou se passando em décadas antigas)
o pai de muse e se casou com a mãe de muse f, o problema é que os dois se odeiam e vivem brigando. no off, muse f gosta de assistir uma garota que trabalha como camgirl, mas ela usa máscara e ele não faz ideia de que essa garota é muse e.
um plot de uma pessoa largada no altar!!!!
plot de ex-namorados / ex-casados
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WBW for Sienna Brooks?? 🖤🖤🖤
B A S I C S
full name: Sienna Rose Brooks
gender: Cisgender female (genderqueer later in life)
sexuality: Omnisexual
pronouns: She/her (she/they later in life)
O T H E R S
family:
Richard Brooks (father)
Josephina Brooks (mother)
Olivia Brooks (older sister - deceased)
Imogen Brooks (younger sister)
Daisy Brooks (younger sister)
birthplace: Manhattan, New York
job: Member of the Avengers, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
phobias: Death, The Past, Tight Spaces
guilty pleasures: Disney films, rom-coms, children, macaroni and cheese, reality tv shows, Mexican food, coffee, dark chocolate, antiques, red wine
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: Neutral Good
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: extrovert
organized/disorganized: organized
close minded/open-minded: open-minded
calm/anxious: calm
disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable
cautious/reckless: both!!
patient/impatient: patient
outspoken/reserved: outspoken
leader/follower: leader
empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic
optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic
traditional/modern: modern
hard-working/lazy: hard-working
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: Sienna Brooks x Steve Rogers
ot3: Sienna Brooks x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff
brotp: Sienna Brooks x Bucky Barnes
notp: Sienna Brooks x Peter Parker
Thank you for the ask @starlit-ocs/@starlit-epiphany!!! 🖤
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To Have A Home
(not my gif)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Months and months of radio silence from Natasha. You think you've broken her heart. But sometimes, people just need time to make their way back. After all, Natasha should know she has a home with you.
Warnings: f u c k i n g s o f t. Could pertain BW movie spoilers. Also unbeta'd.
Note: Well I miss this woman so much I think I cry myself to sleep every night so there's that. Let the soft angst and hurt/comfort fics begin 😌
Prompt: "If you don't know where to go, you can always come here."
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The Avengers have split up. Anyone who's a fugitive is laying low on their own terms.
You never thought the Accords could do this to a group of people who've risked their lives over and over to save earth from total decimation. On the one hand, you understood where Tony came from, but you had understood Steve as well.
It'd probably be hard to worry about property destruction and country lines if there was no earth at all.
Either way, you had managed to remain neutral in the split—purposely. And you did that so you could help others behind the scene, off-the-radar.
You had properties located throughout America and a few internationally. You had been fortunate to inherit a lot of places from your grandfather. Along with Ross, Tony and his team had tried to raid a couple of your places in America or stake them out to see if they could catch anyone.
But you have a good lawyer, and there wasn't any good enough reason to approve a warrant against your places. You hadn't been impressed with Tony, and the way he avoided your eyes told him that hadn't been what he wanted to do either but had no choice.
In the end, you were semi-retired as a hero, left to your own devices. You're pretty sure Wanda and Vision are living in one of your properties in Europe. You hear from them maybe every two weeks to a month when Wanda travels outside the city to mail you letters.
You hear from Steve often. He has your number memorized every time he gets a new burner phone. He's always on the move, going from hotel-to-hotel, or safehouse to safehouse. There's the odd time he'll get to stay in one of your properties. You no longer really worry when you get the notifications that someone has broken into one of your places. You just turn off the alarm when you do because it's always Steve, Bucky, and Sam.
The only person you haven't heard from is Natasha.
Radio silence from the person you want to hear from the most. If that doesn't make your heart feel like it's in a never-ending fall, you don't know what does.
You wonder if it's your fault because you had refused to run with her when the time came to split. Deep down, you're sure you both knew what you had chosen was better for the team as a whole.
But you often wonder if that choice had made Natasha feel alone. Had Natasha felt you abandoned her?
You swallow thickly as you lie in your bed. You wished Steve had more time to chat with you on the phone, but he only had a couple of minutes because they needed to get on the move again.
Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before exhaling. You resolved to get some sleep.
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The edge of consciousness tickles your brain, moving to your eyelids. You let out a dry hum, wondering if you can stave off the need for water to fall back asleep.
But when your throat is so dry, you feel like you might choke when you breathe. You let out a soft sigh as you begin to open your eyes.
Your breath hitches immediately. Waves of red tresses come into view.
Natasha Romanoff was in your bed, asleep.
It has been months since you've seen her. Her hair has grown out, and she looks...tired.
A part of you feels like you might be dreaming. Maybe all that pent up yearning has you hallucinating.
You don't move; a part of you is scared that if you did, she'd disappear. You try to just stare at her peacefully, taking in her features slowly. The back of your eyes starts to burn along with your throat.
You're not sure why.
Suddenly, Natasha opens her eyes.
Those viridian eyes have always enraptured you. Natasha is a complex person, as are most people, but she's the master of manipulation. She has the art of deceit down to a perfect point.
Natasha is an open person, but only because she wants you to see what she feels. Steve had tried to explain it once when he was on the run on Natasha. He said that while he knew her and trusted her, he would never fully know her. He would take a bullet for her, but Clint may be the only person who knows Natasha.
But as she lies there staring at you, and you can see every speck of colours in her eyes, you think you might've just seen her soul.
Natasha was lying in your bed after months of radio silence, baring her soul to you.
And the only thing you would ever do is accept it.
You rush forward, pressing your lips against hers. Her lips are still a little cool, an indication she might've slipped in pretty recently.
Natasha lets out a choked whimper at your touch. Kisses...had never happened before. Natasha wasn't sure what had really held her back from wanting you. Maybe because you're too good for her.
Sometimes it scares Natasha to want things so badly. She can't quite explain it. She knows she's allowed to want things, allowed to have good things.
But when it comes to you, everything is always too much. Too much wanting and wanting everything.
Natasha pulls you closer until she can feel the heat of your body against hers—until she can feel the soft skin of your exposed hip.
"'m sorry," Natasha mumbles continuously between kisses because now that she's had them, she wants it all. See? It's always too much with you. "m sorry."
You feel lightheaded every time Natasha's lips press against yours. Each kiss gets more intimate, and you can start to taste the toothpaste on her tongue.
All you can think about is that she's real. Natasha is really here. She's here, and you're kissing her.
She's kissing back.
"Why are you sorry?" You mumble when you pull back to breathe.
It's still dark out, the moonlight illuminating your room. You stroke Natasha's cheek for just a second, watching the redhead's eyes flutter before you sit up and turn over to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.
Natasha sits up with you, suddenly feeling exposed as the blanket falls off her body.
"Why shouldn't I be sorry?" Natasha asks quietly as she watches you take a sip of water, momentarily jealous of your glass. "I...ghosted you. For months."
You put the glass back down, feeling better now that your throat isn't so dry. The water helps you wake up a little too. You turn back to Natasha and let your eyes relax.
Natasha looks so soft with a braid still in her hair.
"We all have our own ways to deal with the fallout," you tell her softly. "It must've been hard for you. Steve has Bucky and Sam, Wanda has Vision, and Clint has his family. You should've had me but I chose to stay here."
Natasha swallows hard because she did understand your choice. She really did. The choice had saved her ass a couple of times when she needed a hideout.
But there was a certain truth to your words. She was alone, and as much as Natasha has tried to say she's better off alone, she wants her family. Natasha wants you.
Which was why went shit hit the fan, the only place—the only place she could think of returning to was you.
"I'm sorry," Natasha is only a little horrified when she feels the familiar burn in the back of her eyes and the tears that welled up. "I haven't reached out to you at all and then I just showed up here."
Natasha could say that she didn't know where else to go, but that would be a lie. She's a resourceful person, so she always has somewhere to go. But she wanted to be where you were.
You lean closer, letting your fingers caress her collarbone before they move up to cup the back of her neck as you pull her in for a chaste kiss.
"Not that this is ever an issue for you, but if you don't know where to go, you can always come here," you mumble against her lips. "Even if you had a million other places to go, you can always come here."
Natasha does say anything, merely pressing forward for another sweet kiss. This was going to make her greedy. Being greedy made it hard to be a hero because the hero should always be ready to make sacrifices.
Natasha bargains that maybe she'll let herself live and die for one person.
"How'd you get in here, anyway?" You ask. "My home has security features that rival Stark’s."
Giving you an endearing smile, Natasha presses another kiss to your lips. "Oh, honey..."
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The next morning, you stretch in bed, noting that you were alone again.
A part of you had felt a jolt that maybe Natasha was gone again. You had been prepared for that possibility.
But when you hear some clanking in your kitchen, you smile. You put on a shirt and some shorts before you walk out.
Natasha is fumbling around, cooking eggs and pancakes, it seems. She's diligently watching the food, and you think the entire thing is so...strange. And endearing.
There was a fugitive in your kitchen. A fugitive who was a highly trained assassin, and she was cooking breakfast for you.
"Wait until all the bubbles have popped and there are holes..." Natasha mumbles to herself, and you press your hand to your mouth, trying to not laugh.
"I see the time alone has made you a better cook," you comment, and Natasha turns without surprise.
She's pouting at you before she turns back to her task. "Don't distract me."
You lightly chuckle as you walk over to join her, grabbing an extra spatula. "Since you're doing such an amazing job on the pancakes, I'll watch the eggs. Where's the bacon?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Too hard."
You bite your lip to stop any laughter from coming out as you go to the fridge to get out the bacon.
The morning passes by peacefully, a rarity to have as you sit with Natasha on your couch, mindlessly playing something in the background.
"I have to leave again soon," Natasha tells you quietly.
You feel a sting hit the back of your throat.
Natasha reaches under your couch into the safe spot you have built under there. She pulls out a bundle of vials with some sort of red liquid or powder in them.
"I was attacked last night," Natasha confesses, and you feel your breath hitch with worry.
"Why didn't you say something sooner?" You frowned.
Natasha gives you a wry smile. "I preferred kissing and touching you."
You try to not let your body surrender to the heat of the memories. You clear your throat as you point to the vials.
"So, what is that?" You ask instead.
Natasha shrugs. "I don't know. It was sent to me."
"By who?"
Natasha doesn't answer at first. She pulls a folded paper out from the middle before unfolding it.
You get a glance at it and realize it's photos from a photobooth. Two little girls, one blonde, one with red hair and blue dye.
Your gaze wanders back to Natasha, who is staring at the photo somewhat listlessly.
Too many emotions to try to decipher.
"My little sister," Natasha finally says quietly as if she could still take the words back if she wanted to.
Of all the things you do know about Natasha, it's that she doesn't have any biological family, or at least doesn't know them.
You stare at the photo and know instantly the one with blue dye must be Natasha. The red underneath was her natural hair colour. The blonde must be the one Natasha is referring to.
"I don't know why she would send me this..." Natasha shook her head with a puff of breath. "Almost got my ass kicked keeping it safe and I don't even know what it is."
You carefully wrap your arm around Natasha, happy that she leans into your touch. "We'll figure it out, Nat."
"We?" Natasha tries to tease, but you could see the hope in her eyes. Hope along with an effort to smother it down.
You wonder how no one knows Natasha.
All you had to do was really look into her eyes. All you had to do was love her, and she would open her eyes to you. But you suppose no one is more obsessed with looking into her eyes more than you.
"You think you can just break into my home, kiss and debauch me before leaving? Take responsibility, Romanoff. You've never shirked away from accountability before," you quirk your eyebrows at her, and Natasha can't help the smile that blooms on her face as she laughs with a shake of her head.
"What about being neutral? About remaining here for the others?" She asks after.
You shrug. "Everyone who was Team Cap is welcomed to enter my properties as long as they're discreet. I can write to Wanda and let her know I'll be off for a while. I think Steve would be happier if I came with you. Being neutral as long as I have has already paid off and served its purpose."
You move your fingers around her to play with the ends of her hair.
"We both did what we had to do, Nat. But don't leave me behind now. I'm alone too."
The words make Natasha burn.
She lets the bundle of vials fall carefully on the couch between them as Natasha lets her lips fall upon yours. She's probably never going to get sick of your lips. She must've kissed it at least a thousand times since last night.
"I know I'm not supposed to but I think I've made a home in you," Natasha admits, and you smile as you nudge her nose with yours.
"That's perfect," you tell her. "No matter if you know or don't know where to go, I can always be with you."
Natasha sucks in her bottom lip, biting it slowly as she smiles.
They should really pack up and go. They might get attacked again here if they don't leave soon.
"Can you tell me her name? Before we meet her?" You ask.
Natasha peers down at the old photo, feeling something she can't explain in her chest as she gazes at it.
"Yelena."
"Yelena," you mutter back as if testing the name. "Pretty name like you. Hopefully she's a better cook, though."
Natasha scoffs and gives you a mock glare.
"The pancakes were delicious," she tries to not pout again.
You nod, kissing Natasha's nose before you get up to grab your ready-to-run bag. "Yes, they were," you agreed. "I was impressed by your initiative to throw in the blueberries."
Natasha doesn't say anything, merely sticking her tongue out at you as you prepare everything for them. Natasha's only job is to find a way to get to Budapest without anyone knowing.
She sneaks a glance at you.
Natasha isn't excited to confront parts of her past, and she doesn't know what meeting up with Yelena will be like. But she has you, and as long as she has you, Natasha knows she has a home no matter what choices she makes and no matter what she's done.
It's more than enough, probably more than she deserves. But she'll hang onto you for as long as you'll let her—until she's forced to let go.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff angst#natasha romanoff fluff#black widow x reader#black widow imagine#natasha romanov imagine#natasha romanov x reader#avengers imagine#natasha romanoff fanfiction#natasha romanoff oneshot#natasha x you#mm: my fics
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Okay but what about little nat or little reader dropping Infront of the other for the first time and not knowing they are a little and it's just really fluffy at the end (I know this is used often but it's still a good one)
First meeting
Little!natahsa romanoff x caregiver!fem!reader
Warnings: age regression and fluff
You walked through your apartment door shared with your girlfriend. You started taking your shoes off when you heard the sound of some type of cartoon playing in the background. Confused, you walked farther in our house and found natasha on the couch with a stitch onesie on and a paci in her mouth as her eyes was engaged on the television.
“Natty?” You called out to her softly as you didn’t wanted to scare her. Nat looked up at you so fast that you thought her head was about to fall off. Natasha looked at you with such wide eyes you thought that she was a deer caught in headlights. You saw her lips start to quiver as she starting sobbing loudly and hiding her face in her hands so you didn’t see her.
You quickly went over to her and picked her up to sit on your lap. You cradled her in your arms as you whispered some reassurance to her and told her that she doesn’t have to be ashamed of the way she is.
You’ve heard about the age regression/little space community as well as caregivers. You started researching it a few months ago because you had some suspicions about your girlfriend Natasha. At first, you thought that she was babysitting for some kids because there was some pacifiers, diapers, toys, coloring books, etc. hidden in y’all’s shared closet.
You lifted Natasha’s head up slightly without hurting her and you looked into her eyes with such love and care that you could see the hint of blush that started painting her pale cheeks. “What’s wrong little one?” You asked her gently. Natasha started playing with her fingers as slowly told you why she was upset. “I-I was scareds dat c-chu weave m-mes if c-chu founds o-outs a-abouts mes.” Natasha said in a soft squeaky voice. You smiled at her reassuringly and kissed her forehead softly.
“I would never ever leave you princess. I had my suspicions that you age regressed but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know what it was until I searched some stuff up on the internet and then the results came back up with something called age regression/little space, but now I know that’s what you do. Which is completely okay baby. I won’t leave you and if you want….I could be your caregiver?” You asked her with caution. Her smile grew and she bounced up and down on your lap shouting yes over and over.
You giggled at how cute she was being and you started attacking her face with kisses to which she started squealing with glee. “Ahhhh! M-mommy! T-tickles!” Nat squeaked out. You stopped at her request and gave her a long peck on her cheek to which Natasha smiled at.
You were excited to see how this will go in y’all’s future.
A/n: hey guys! I hope y’all enjoyed! I swear I will try to make my fics longer 😭 and I’m hoping that today I will continue to post more fics :)
Remember to stay hydrated and rest! I love y’all!
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff fluff#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff fanfiction#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff imagines#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#black widow#little!natasharomanoff#sfw little community#little!blackwidow
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