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novamirmirsblog · 2 years

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Room 501

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Word count: 1674

warnings: none <3

A/n: My lovelies I have been ~struggling mentally~ Nah I'm kidding I promise I'm fine. But I have been suffering with a major block and my personal life has been questionable which is why you've had little to no fics recently. I can't lie, the lack of interaction on these fics is disheartening but I know my lack of writing is also partly to blame. If I'm being honest, the dopamine I get from your interactions is what keeps me motivated to think up new scenarios and write them down. On another note, I have more fish.

Your day had been going relatively well. You were driving back from a good day at work with the radio blasting and the windows rolled down. You were too engrossed with singing along to Adele to realise there was a motorbike weaving through the cars at a breakneck speed. You only realised when there was a sickening screech of metal on metal that the bike had spun underneath your car. A few moments after that the world turned to black.

When you awoke, you were in hospital with a minor concussion and a broken arm. The doctors asked a series of questions that you breezed through before declaring you well enough to go home. You asked them what had happened with the motorcyclist and the nurse and doctor shared a look before letting you know she hadn't woken up yet. You asked for her room in order to apologise but they refused, stating that they couldn't give you her room number but could leave a message with her. You asked for a pen and quickly wrote down a message on a used napkin.

It was 3 days after you had left the hospital when you received a text from an unknown number. All it said was 'floor 2, room 501'. You assumed it was the woman you had run over. The relief and guilt flooded your system simultaneously as you put your shoes and jumper on to go to the hospital. The whole way over you were battling with yourself - pleased that she had contacted you but embarrassed and upset about the circumstances. You told the front desk where you wanted to go and they directed you towards a flight of stairs. You hesitated before turning the doorknob of the room containing the woman you ran over. You gingerly stepped in, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.

"I didn't know you'd be cute." Her voice was raspy - whether it was from staying in hospital or was just her natural voice you weren't sure.

Your cheeks heated up at her compliment. "Same here. I was worried you were old or something..." You trailed off, shifting your feet a little as an awkward silence filled the room.

"Come sit. I promise I don't bite." She had a look in her eye that told you she most definitely would bite but you sat in the chair next to her bed nonetheless.

She studied you intently before extending her non-broken hand to you "Natasha."

You shook it. "Y/n."

"At least now I know what name to sue." She winked at you and you let out a shocked laugh.

"Actually, we should probably exchange details so I can pay for the damage"

"No." Her answer was short and to the point. You barely knew the woman but you knew there was no point arguing and yet you did anyway.

"I literally ran you over. At least let me buy you a new bike."

"I'll let you buy me a drink." Her mouth curled up into a smirk.

"Sure. When are you out of here?"

"Not for a while. You have to sneak us out."

You looked at her, unimpressed. "I'm pretty sure that's against the rules."

"Against what rules?"

"The rules of life or something."

"Obey all the rules and you're going to miss out on the fun parts of life."

You glanced around the room, looking for a possible way out. Natasha looked pretty badly injured so you assumed walking all the way down the stairs and out the door would be out of the question. The windows were those suicide proof windows that didn't open all the way out which left only one other option.

"I decide where we're going and I take you right back here as soon as you finished your drink okay?"

Natasha thought it over "...fine."

You exited the room and asked for a wheelchair, claiming it was for your sick, old, aunt. You grabbed a scarf you saw on a chair and headed back to Natasha's room.

"Okay put this on your head." You handed her the scarf, positioning the wheelchair so she could slide into it.

Once she was sitting in the wheelchair, you grabbed the blanket that came with it and handed it to her. You looked at her before taking off your jumper and giving that to her too.

"I'm not wearing your jumper."

"Why not?" Your tone reflected the slight offence you took to her comment.

"A, it looks like a grandma made it and B, you might get cold." Natasha mumbled the last part, pursing her lips slightly while briefly avoiding eye contact.

"Well my grandma did make it. And you're wearing it because otherwise you'll be wheeling out of here very clearly in a hospital gown. Then you will be stopped and you wont get your drink."

Natasha grumbled as she put on the jumper and crossed her arms, which you took as an invitation to wheel her out.

~~~~~

You had taken her to a 24/7 diner and bought her a milkshake. By the look of disgust on her face, Natasha was expecting an alcoholic beverage but you were almost certain she wasn't supposed to be having alcohol while on whatever meds she was on.

"How's the milkshake?"

"Would have tasted better with vodka."

"It's an American diner Natasha. You'd have better luck getting pigs to fly than having vodka."

"Vodka makes everything taste better." Natasha took a long slurp from the straw, loudly smacking her lips to prove her point.

"You're either European or have a drinking problem."

Natasha lets out an ugly, genuine laugh and you think it's the prettiest sound you've heard. "How about both."

"Whereabouts in Europe?" The question seemed to sober up the mood.

"Russia originally." Natasha's eyes looked different, like she had gone back there momentarily.

"Oh wow." Truthfully you weren't sure what to say. There was clearly some deep baggage attached and as much as you wanted to, you didn't know this woman well enough to ask her without making her uncomfortable.

"Yeah."

Natasha finished her milkshake in silence. Once she was done, you wheeled her back to her hospital room.

~~~~~

It was silly. You shouldn't be waiting by your phone like a lovestruck teen waiting for her crush to text her back. You were a fully grown woman. You had a life. You had an apartment you owned and a-

Your phone let out a ding and you dove across your bed to see who it was. You groaned and rolled onto your back as you realised it wasn't Natasha. It had been 3 months, 2 weeks and 5 hours since you had got milkshakes. You were beginning to think you might not ever hear from her again.

It was okay, you reasoned with yourself, you were getting your cast off today which means you can go back to playing the sports you've dearly missed. Exercise will keep you occupied from the redhead you ran over. You grabbed your keys and locked up your apartment before walking to the hospital.

When you arrived, you were directed to a doctor's office where they took your cast off. The whole process took less time than you thought and you thanked your doctor before heading out, only to bump into Iron Man.

"Woah watch it kid, there's a crippled old lady coming through."

"Sorry!"

"I am not-" Natasha rounded the corner, her words dying in her throat when she saw you.

Could this get any more awkward. Not only had you bumped into Iron Man, but you were now face to face with the woman you had been pining over.

Little did you know Natasha was pining just as hard.

"You okay Nat?" Steve asked.

"It's Captain America"

"Sorry kid, no time for autographs today. I just need to get my friend back." Steve attempted to usher Natasha along but she was rooted to the spot. For the first time in his life, Steve saw the spy's confident mask slip.

You looked from Captain America to Natasha to Iron man then back to Natasha.

You frowned and hit her on her arm. "You had me break you out when you're an Avenger."

"I'd say I was surprised you didn't recognise me but from the amount of time you spent staring at your shoes... it explains a lot."

"In my defence you looked like shit and there's barely any photos of you on the internet."

"Cap are you seeing this?" Tony whispered to Steve. "Natasha let this kid not only hit her but also insult her."

"I don't know what to do" He whispered back.

"You been looking me up sweetness?" Natasha's cocky tone was something you didn't know you missed.

"I mean not you. Well, yes you but I didn't know it was you. Don't look at me like that - it is absolutely not like that."

"Oh but I think it is." Natasha's eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Then how come you never texted?" You grew bold considering this was possibly the last time you would see her.

The two men took this as their cue to leave. They knew Natasha well enough that she would want privacy for this.

"I could ask you the same thing."

You looked at her sheepishly. It's true. You hadn't exactly texted her either.

"You've got a point there."

Natasha let out a sigh. "I guess I was worried. I wanted you to like me just as much as I like you but I've done some bad things in my time Y/n. Stuff I need to work out."

"I definitely like you and I'm sure your past isn't exactly rosy but no one's is. Besides, I'm not asking you to marry me, just maybe go on a date?" You looked at her, heart in throat, as you waited for her to respond.

"On one condition. I drive. I don't want to become an accomplice to murder."

You laughed "It was one time. But yes. That's probably safer."

"Perfect."

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skyxskywlkr · 1 year

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GOD PLSZZZ I can’ t not imagine this scenario

It’s making me twitch thinking about how ghost would come undone with telling him how good he feels inside of you 😫

The room is filled with the sounds of pants and moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Simon don’t stop”. The bed was squeaking due to both of y’all’s long night of love making, fucking, and sucking on one another. “Fuckkking hell princess, take this cock darling” Simon’s continuous pace was starting to make you come undone. You started to feel an unfamiliar pressure in your abdomen. Like you had to pee. “Oh god! Simon I’m fixing to-“ your eyes rolled in the back of your head as Simon started to quicken his pace making his balls slap against you. Gripping his dogs tags in his mouth and focusing on his cock sliding in and out. “SIMON!” You fell spent as you squirt all over the sheets and him. “Just like that baby, keep cumming”. After your first orgasm you get snatched up.

Simon grabs you and puts you on his lap. “Cmon baby. You didn’t think I was done with you yet , huh?” He grabs your hips and starts slamming you down on his cock. You grip his broad shoulders and start bouncing on him. Simon chasing his own release he picks up the pace. “Fuck, oh go- dammit, cmon faster darling” The sinful sound of both of y’all’s skin coming into contact put you close to another orgasm. “You feel so good Simon” Simon’s eyes darkened and he felt feral at the moment. He wanted to bite you, claw you, claim you as his. “Ohh- oh- I’m gonna cum princess” Simon lets out a deep groan as you feel ropes of seed shoot into you. You both grind and ride out the world crashing orgasms yall just had. Simon peppers kisses on your neck. “I know I don’t say it a lot y/n but I 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 you” who would know that Simon Riley was capable of loving one another. “I love you too Simon” both lay down on the mattress. Simon lays his head on your chest while you caress his damp hair. “My sweet, sweet Simon”

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #I don’t even write but I had to #ghost call of duty #ghost #call of duty ghost #this better not flop #im serious #I don’t even write smut or write at all #I got bored at 6am #haha oops

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cinnamon-spider-2000 · 4 months

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thoma art. Yay

#thomas no shinzou #the heart of thomas #art #moto hagio #my art #year 24 group #this better not flop #why do they look like this

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guttedz0mbie · 5 months

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Homestuck oc :3

noo it came out bluryyyy

Looking for moirail :3

he is chronically online scene incel.

e-punk music artist Trozux loves that you SHOULD LITSEN TO

Fried by Fluoride

Crustox

Gezebelle gaburgably

NEET

and others that i cant think of rn im going to bed oh god i forgot to do my homework flip

#this better not flop #it probably will #art #digital art #homestuck #msp adventures #trollsona #mspa #hs #hs fantroll #gold blood #blehh :3

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of-the-eclipse · 1 year

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love me some god children with pink-ish eyes

i drew this during a group drawing session wtf. and it took over half an hour, HOW did i have motivation

#grayscale with touches of color >>>>>>>>#this better not flop #also how do you draw king so he actually looks good idk how #the owl house #the collector toh #king toh #king clawthorne #the collector #figs art stuff #digital art

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crow-rt-19 · 8 months

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This took forever good lord but here he is! My boy i love him so much

Link to TikTok with voice claim: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJsa6QNb/

#captain price #john price #original art #oc artwork #my oc art #digital painting #my artwork #fyppage #mw2 #mwii #middle aged man #daddy issues #this better not flop #please #original character #price #laswell cod

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shoverse · 1 year

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soobin x gn! reader. merry christmas :)

it’s warm.

just as it should be. i think. how hot are barbeques supposed to be? whatever, leave it to ‘master chef’ yeonjun to do everything.

the plates are piled high with skewer after skewer of different types of meat, and you scoop out everyone a bowl of rice. you take a bite and- well, maybe he wasn’t lying when he said he was the industry’s best chef. you laugh and joke around the whole night, and you missed just hanging out with them like this. that is, before txt blew up, of course. which, you’re so grateful that it did! the boys are extremely talented. anyway, you’re glad they could leave that little bit of space in their schedule for you.

you reach for the last skewer but soobin grabs it before you. ‘oh, i’m sorry. you can have it.’ he holds it up until it just grazes your lips.

‘uh.’ you stare at him, and pull the stick slowly out of his hands. ‘thanks…i think.’ he drops his hand, looks away and his already pinkish cheeks turn just a hue redder.

you have to admit, though, that was kinda funny. the smallest bit. everyone else certainly thought so, ‘soobin’s tryna rizz y/n up now?’ ‘what the hell is rizz…’

it’s warm.

just as it should be. i mean, you’ve got the radiator on and like three blankets and a hoodie. you’re lazing on the couch with apparently the ‘best thriller series he’s seen’ that beomgyu put on (he invited himself over) (he also invited four other men over when you were just trying to eat your takeout in peace) whatever. you love girl from nowhere, so it doesn’t really matter.

but it’s weird how you can see, out of the corner of your eye, the members ‘subtly’ filing out into your kitchen one by one. first goes taehyun, then kai, who high-fives taehyun when he gets there, then beomgyu, then finally yeonjun. beomgyu cackles, clearly, they’re trying to set you up with soobin. um, okay then…

it’s warm.

just as it should be. you’re warm inside and out, the cosy coffee shop and your classic order he got you the main causes. he, who? soobin, of course. the peak of winter’s just hit, and he invited you out for a coffee in his favourite store. 'um...' usually, he's the easiest person to talk to, but ever since he's asked you out, you've kinda been freaking out. maybe this is all a dream. you look at him. he looks at you. and then you both start laughing.

and then suddenly it feels normal again.

it's warm.

early in the morning in soobin's arms. he stayed over again last night. and the night before. at this point, he should just move in. he's not awake yet, anyway. oh, he's so beautiful, even asleep. you brush his cheek with your hands and his eyes flutter open. 'good morning, my love.' he smiles. 'good morning.'

#ok enough writing #this better not flop #soobin #soobin x reader #choi soobin x reader #soobin x gn! reader #txt x reader #txt

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lemonshark22 · 11 months

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“ HONEY IM HOME !! “

#hfjone #hfjone ameila #religous imagery #honey im home #this better not flop #please #this is a au btw #hehehehe

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phoenixdeleted · 1 year

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WHY YOU! SHOULD VOTE FOR MY AU, ‘GUESS I’VE BEEN… DISARMED!’ TO WIN THE PRELIMS! (EXTRA REASON; THE NAME IS A PUN. WE ALL LOVE FUNNY NAMES!)

@rottmnt-au-summit

#neon has thoughts #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt competition #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt competiton #he is asking for help #we love him #the quality just gets worse #I did this at 12 last night #it was very funny #in my defense I was left unsupervised #hehe #this however took like 2 hours #this better not flop

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dizbunny · 11 months

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The Burnout

Trigger warning for Fire and swearing(for the first time ever)

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Rachel stared at the email her supervisor sent. The email held a new work assignment for her to make VFX for.

Some show about a mermaid getting ice powers and becoming human to find a cure for it on the surface so she can go back home for a small studio called Dreamlike studios. She was assigned to do the water and ice effects for it which were due by the end of the week. it was Monday night when Rachel got it.

Rachel smiled to herself tiredly as she grabbed her Avatar: The last Airbender mug and began to make coffee and started to work. She may be exhausted and overworked and the only reason she’s working from home is because she collapsed from exhaustion at work and her doctor thought it would be best for her to stay and work from home for a bit.

She was just a work-oriented woman.

Hours went by. How many? Rachel didn’t know. she just knew time was passing by. At first working on the project was easy. Just making water and ice. Rachel was hungry and so tired she couldn’t focus. She felt so dizzy and hot, She felt was going to faint. When did she last get up? She didn’t remember. She needed to work harder.

She had to!

As Rachel began to doze off. The apartment door opened as Alexander, Her roommate, walked in.

“Hey, The Rage: Carrie: 2!” said Alexander to where Rachel was working.

“What! And stop calling me that Coffee boy!” Replied Rachel angrily.

“When you stop calling me Coffee boy Anyway, The bills came in.” Answered Alexander.

“SHIT!” Rachel exhaustedly screamed.

She barely had enough money as is. Guess she just needs to work harder. Suddenly, her supervisor emailed her; As Rachel read it. Her eyes burned with Rage before she smiled a tired smile.

“I just got Pixel-Fucked. They shortened the deadline and I’ve barely made any progress. I got time though.” Said Rachel, Now pushing herself even more to work even harder.

“Oh! You poor soul! When is it due?” asked Alexander.

“Originally it was Sunday now it’s Friday.” Answered Rachel. Her brown eyes starting to burn from looking at her computer screen.

“It’s Thursday afternoon! How long have you been working!!” Asked Alexander who was deeply concerned for Rachel.

“Monday night.” Replied Rachel still working.

“Jeez bitch no wonder you look like gollum! Take a break!” Said Alexander.

“I CAN’T!” Screamed Rachel.

“You want to know why you’re struggling to work?!?! You’re burnout! You’re spiraling! Take a break THEN you can work!” Said Alexander.

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BURNOUT! YOU ARE JUST AN UNPAID INTERN WHO PAYS ME RENT TO LIVE HERE! I WORKED ON CATS! FUCKING CATS! I DON’T NEED TO TAKE A BREAK! I’LL TAKE A BREAK WHEN IM FUCKING DEAD!” Screamed Rachel as she slammed her hands on her wooden desk.

Rachel hit her breaking point and the desk erupted into flames. Rachel and Alexander began screaming and rushing to put it out!

“IS THIS WHAT I THINK IS?” Screamed Rachel as she ran to grab baking soda to extinguish the fire.

“A SIGN TO TAKE A BREAK?” Screamed Alexander swatting at the flames.

“NO, IMMA MOTHERFUCKING FIRE-BENDER!” Said Rachel looking at her hands in awe of the fire and heat waves erupting from her hands.

“You really are a hotheaded.” Quipped Alexander as his eyes went wide with shock as Rachel extinguished the fire in her hands and started focusing on the desk fire.

As Rachel focused on the fire. She knew what it was fueled by.

It was fueled by all her stress and exhaustion.

Crunch.

All the time she denied her own needs.

Her own self-destructive tendencies.

“I need a break.” Said Rachel as he walked to her bed, The fire extinguishing as Rachel went to sleep.

When Rachel woke up, She felt better so she started working on the work assignment and finished and sent it. Then she went to relax.

A couple of weeks later.

Rachel made a group chat with a very select group of VFX artists.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today.” Rachel typed on her phone before answering her rhetorical question.

“We’ve all got so burned out we all got fire powers.

“We are the burnouts.”

The end.

#diz’s stories #tw: swearing #tw: fire #tw: cats (2019) mention #rachel walker #alexander mcgee #wow this is a actually short story I thought it was impossible for me to do that #this better not flop #fun fact: this is extra credit for school #The burnouts

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