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[natashaslesbian]

Happy House | NR | 3

Summary: Your boyfriend arrived at Natasha’s apartment and you’re forced to make the toughest decision of your life

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings/Content: Domestic Abuse / Verbal Abuse / Physical Abuse / Violence / Sexual Assault / Rape

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“Y/n, come out come out wherever you are.”

Natasha rose back to her feet, silent in her movements. “Y/n” she whispered, leaning close to the door “stay in the bathroom” she muttered, praying that you could hear her. The widow was light on her feet as she moved across the small apartment. Her plan was to grab the gun taped underneath the coffee table, but the creak in the floorboards told her it was too late. She had two choices, run for the bedroom, or run towards the danger. Natasha didn’t think twice as she creeped towards the hallway, back firmly against the wall. She was prepared for a fight, ready to defend you. The redhead rounded the corner hoping to have the element of surprise but a hard hit to the face sent her flying backwards, she knew instantly that her nose was broken as she stumbled to the floor. “You’re not the only one who knows how to sneak” the man said. “Dylan” Natasha coughed, followed by a kick to the stomach. “And you’re not the only one who knows how to fight either” your boyfriend snarled.

He reeked of alcohol and despite his accurate punches, Natasha knew she could get the better of him in his state. The widow lunged towards your boyfriend but before she knew it, a gun was pointed straight at her face, her own gun. Usually the sight of a weapon wouldn’t make her flinch, but in the hands of an angry intoxicated man, who knew what he’d do. Natasha could see the barrel shaking and glare of beer covering Dylan’s eyes. “Put the gun down” she whispered. “Make me bitch” Dylan bit back. The lock of the bathroom door went unheard by both as you silently crept out. “Don’t do something else you’ll regret, I think the list is long enough already don’t you?” Natasha asked your boyfriend. “My only regret is letting that slut out of my sight” Dylan slurred. “You don’t feel the slightest bit of regret for what you’ve done?” The widow said, the anger rising in her chest. “You control her, you beat the shit of out of her. You fucking raped her!” She gritted. “Shut your mouth!” Dylan screamed storming towards the redhead.

“Stay back!” You yelled, suddenly appearing from the dark hallway, a second gun in your own hand. Your boyfriend didn’t even process his grip until he heard the shattering of glass. You cowered away at hearing a gunshot, pain shooting through your ribs, thankfully not from a new wound. Dylan took the opportunity to reach for Natasha, wrapping his arm tightly around her neck. “No!” You shouted, aiming your own weapon straight at him. Dylan retaliated, of course, he pulled Natasha tight against his chest and aimed his gun towards her head, squeezing the handle tightly. “Ah ah ah little one, think very carefully” Dylan darkly smiled “we wouldn’t want your precious girlfriend to get hurt would we?” He said. You felt the tears creep up behind your eyes, partly due to pain but mostly due to fear. Your eyes darted between Dylan and Natasha, your arms still outstretched. The redhead finally caught your gaze and held it, you looked into her green eyes as she silently mouthed ‘shoot him’. You let out a pitiful whimper, a million thoughts running through your head. You’d never even held a gun before, what if you were doing it wrong? You didn’t know how sensitive the trigger was and what if you hit Natasha?

There was no telling what Dylan would do if you pulled the trigger, would he drop his gun? Would he retaliate? Would he flinch and pull his trigger? You slowly lowered your gun, wincing as your shoulder rolled painfully. “Good puppy” your boyfriend giggled “come here” he commanded. You sheepishly walked towards Dylan, gun by your side. He still had a tight hold on Natasha so you didn’t feel that you could turn away when he lent forward to kiss you. The redhead gritted her teeth, his actions making her stomach churn. “Don’t touch her!” She demanded. “Oh shut up” your boyfriend sighed, accentuating his point with a thud of the weapon on Natasha’s forehead. “Stop Dylan, please” you muttered “just-just tell me what you want okay I’ll- I’ll go or do whatever you want just don’t hurt her” you shakily said. “That’s more like it, put the gun down” you followed his instructions with slow and calculated moments, placing the weapon just beside Natasha’s feet. “You know this is my favourite version of you” your boyfriend said “the quite and compliment y/n. Because you know deep down that you’re mine. And doesn’t it just feel so much better when you do as your told?” He said, leaning his arm across your shoulder, the arm that connected his hand to the gun.

It was now or never, you knew that. Yet every second felt like never had already arrived. Natasha could see your mind racing behind your eyes, she didn’t know what you were going to do, but she knew you were going to get out of this. “Answer me pup” Dylan huffed, reminding you of his presence. “No” you whispered “what?” Before Dylan could finish his sentence you lifted his outstretched arm above his head, flinching at the sound of the bullet escaping. Natasha swung round in his grip and landed a harsh blow to his chest. Your boyfriend fell back, dropping his gun. You grabbed it quickly, while the redhead retrieved the weapon from the floor. But she was too slow, Dylan was already charging towards you. You didn’t think, or maybe you did, but you pulled the trigger tight, screaming as red droplets propelled onto you. You dropped the gun, staggering backwards until you were flat against the wall, Dylan fell down. “Y/n!” Natasha yelled as she came running to you. “Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s alright” she mumbled as she caught your weightless body before it could hit the ground.

Why did you do that? It was the only way right? But you’d just shot a man, that could never be right. “Y/n look at me” the redhead said, gripping your face and pulling it away from the groaning pile on the floor “it’s okay” she whispered into your ear. Your eyes still found Dylan, no matter the way you were facing. His breathing was cracked and heavy, a pool of blood already surrounded him. You saw his eyes, saw the moment he knew, this was the end of him. The room fell silent. You screamed as the realisation set in. “No, no, no, look at me” Natasha said, twisting your gaze back to her “it’s alright. It’s okay now, it’s over.” She whispered, resting her forehead against yours. You sobbed into the redheads arms, guilt consuming you. “I-I killed him. I didn’t mean to kill him. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I just wanted him to stop” you cried. “I know sweetheart it’s okay” Natasha cooed, slowly pulling you to stand in her strong arms. “

“I- am I gonna go to jail? I just- I just murdered someone” you muttered as the widow lead you into her bedroom. “No, no, you haven’t murdered anyone, it was self defence. You did what you had to” Natasha said, alarmed by the hue of red in her hands after running her fingers through your hair. “Are you hurt? Did you get hit?” She frantically said, eyeing you over for any new injuries and wiping at the sprays of blood on your face. “No. It’s not mine” you whispered. A loud slam at the front door startled you causing your already shaking body to flinch. The redhead noticed your panicked eyes “it’s okay it’s okay” she said. “Romanoff” a steady voice called out. “In here, no one’s armed. Intruders down” Natasha called back. “Wh-who’s?” You muttered. “It’s just Fury” she said. The world moved in slow motion as Clint suddenly appeared in the doorway “you girls okay?” He asked, rushing to his best friends side. “We’re safe” Natasha answered, diverting the question slightly. Director Fury was next to show his face “what the hell happened?” He asked. “I was right” the redhead said to the archer “you never should’ve accepted her resignation so easily” Natasha sighed towards Nick.

The next few days were a blur. Time faded and not a single second existed in your world. You were stuck. Stuck with the vision of the lifeless body you were responsible for and stuck underneath the one face you wanted to forget. Natasha was by your side in every moment. The only time she let you out of her sight was when you were in the bathroom. She could see every emotion you tried to hide behind your glassy eyes and she could tell that you were disconnected from them. S.H.I.E.L.D took care of the situation, they handed Dylan over to the authorities and quickly had you excused of any wrong doing. Fury made it his mission to clear you of any trouble, you didn’t deserve it and he felt somewhat responsible. You stayed with Natasha at a safe house while Clint cleared your apartment of all things Dylan, ready for when you one day returned.

“Hey sweetheart” the redhead whispered from the doorway as to not startle you. “Hi” you mumbled back. “I need to check your ribs, is that ok?” Natasha asked. You shrugged in response, not really caring about the ache still present in your stomach. The widow slowly took the lukewarm tea from your grip, her cautious and calculated movements didn’t go unnoticed by you and you hoped that Natasha could sense that you were grateful for her caring nature. The redhead meticulously tended to your fractured ribs, they were healing well in her opinion. You watched Natasha with a firm gaze and your eyes fell to the dark bruise scattered across her forehead, the indent of Dylan’s gun still present. You reached up and slowly traced the closed wound with your fingers. “I’m sorry” you whispered. Natasha gently took a hold of your hands, and surprisingly you welcomed her touch. “Don’t be. Don’t you ever be sorry” she sadly smiled. “Doe-does it hurt?” You muttered, tears escaping your eyes. “No” the redhead said.

“Hey, look at me” Natasha cooed, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze “it’s okay, I’m okay” she said. “Am I gonna be okay?” You whispered, your voice cracking. “Yes. One day” Natasha said as she pulled you into her arms. You allowed your body to be anchored in her embrace, letting your tears fall freely for the first time in days. “I promise you that one day you’ll be okay again, but it’s also okay to not be okay right now. But I promise that you will heal” the widow said, rocking you gently in her arms. “Just lean on me for now alright, you give it all to me and we’ll make it better together” she comforted. Your eyes grew heavy as the rhythmic sway of Natasha’s hold calmed you. “Go to sleep sweetheart. I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go” Natasha cooed. You fell asleep instantly at her words, secured by her affection and the trust that she would look after you. And she would for the rest of her life.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this mini series, I know it was very heavy so if you need to talk about anything please reach out to me

- Astara Bell

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[Taglist]

@saraaahsstuff / @dannipotatoo / @tobiaslut / @nev-valkyriesdottir / @marvelnatasha12346 / @yelenasdiary / @mousetheorist / @ashadash0904 / @strange-night-owl / @acciowriting / @hatergirl-69 / @lovelyy-moonlight / @escapereality4music / @jizzuo308 / @imjustvibingsworld / @ciaoooooo111 / @fxckmiup / @natbelovasblog / @godhatesgoodgirls

[natashaslesbian]

Back To Work

WSEO Drabble

Summary: It’s Natasha’s first mission since she rescued you and she’s nervous about how you’ll cope

Between pt 9 & 10

Word Count: 1k

Warnings/Content: None I believe

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Natasha watched in awe as you devoured your breakfast, scrambled eggs were clearly a new favourite. Your mom simply loved to see you exploring new foods, the red room didn’t exactly provided a vast range of meals. “Ease up buttercup it’s not going anywhere I promise” the redhead giggled as she came to join you at the table. “Sorry mama” you smiled as you slowed your pace. Your mom didn’t want to ruin the moment but she needed to talk to you, this conversation couldn’t be avoided any longer.

“Y/n” Natasha said, pushing a loose hair behind your ear to get your attention. “Do you remember when we talked about what mommy does for her work? And how she’s taken a lot of time off to be with you?” She asked. You nodded slowly, still shovelling your eggs into your mouth. “Well now mommy has to go back to work, I have to go on a mission” the widow said. As part of her defection to S.H.I.E.L.D, Natasha had agreed to working directly under Fury but as things changed and you arrived, her priority had been to be with you. But now, the director was getting angsty.

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, you knew this was coming you just hoped it wasn’t yet. “When?” You asked, pausing your meal. “Next week” your mom said. Natasha made sure she gave you enough notice, you often needed more time to process and prepare for things. “And you’ll come back?” You whimpered. “Of course baby, I promise” the redhead said, pulling you into a tight hug. You very rarely allowed your mother to step out of your sight, you liked to keep her close. “I have to leave at 8 in the morning and I’ll be back by 5 in the evening okay, pinky promise” Natasha said, locking her smallest finger with your own.

The next week soon passed and your mom noticed how you had been much more clingy than usual. It made her nervous, on top of the mountain of worries she already had about leaving you. She knew you’d be safe but she couldn’t predict how you would actually be on the day. “Y/n are you ready to go to uncle Clint’s?” Natasha called up to your room. “Yeah” you said shyly, appearing at the top of the staircase. “Come on my baby” your mom said with outstretched arms, lifting you down the last few steps. You whined when Natasha tired to set you down on the floor so she settled on carrying you to car.

You refused to walk once again after arriving at the Barton’s and trying to pass you into Clint’s waiting arms was a challenge. “Sweetheart you have let mommy go” Natasha said, once again attempting to pry your arms away from her. “No don’t leave me!” You cried. Your mom winced at the sound of your sadness, she wasn’t leaving you but trying to explain that to a 6 year old who had already been through so much was hard.

“Y/n look at me” Natasha said as she placed you on the ground, crouching down with you as you were still tightly latched to her. “I promise you I’m coming back” your mom whispered into your ear, attempting to sooth you with her voice and a tight hug. You basked in the pressure your mother provided and you believed her with everything in you but you were so afraid. “And you’re gonna have loads of fun with your cousins right? I’ll be back before you know it. I love you” Natasha said, kissing your cheek. “I love you too mama” you sadly smiled.

You watched carefully as the redhead walked back to her car, waving softly as she turned her gaze away from you. “Come on then little widow” Clint said as he guided you further into his house. You wiped your tears away quickly, afraid your uncle would be mad at you. You arrived at the kitchen where an excitable Lila was waiting with her crayons. “Y/n do you want to colour with me?” She asked in one quick breath. “Ok you reluctantly agreed”.

Natasha made good on her promise as arrived at the front door at 4:45. “Y/n I’m back” she called out through her exhaustion. “Hey Nat, she’s just in the kitchen” Clint said as he appeared in the hallway. “Hi” the widow said, she had expected you to come running when she returned however something inside her swelled with pride. “Are you ok? You hurt at all?” Clint asked. “No I’m fine maybe a few bruised ribs but it’s nothing” your mom said.

“Hi beautiful” Natasha said as she entered the living room. “Mommy!” You beamed when you saw her fiery red hair, running at her with full velocity. You eyed her curiously, making sure she was unharmed. Natasha knew what you were doing and as it soothed your anxiety, she allowed you to check her injuries. Happy with the result of her unbroken skin and perfect hair you pushed yourself into her chest. “I missed you” you said, burying your head in her scent. “Oh I missed you too baby, did you have fun?” Your mama asked.

“Yeah! We coloured and played on the swings and uncle Clint taught me how to play cards and I’m really good at it!” You enthused. “Well that’s because you’re the smartest little one aren’t you” your mom smiled. “I had a good day mommy, but it would’ve been perfect if you were here” you said as you bashful pointed at her. “Oh thank you sweetie” Natasha said, pulling you back into a tight hug.

It seemed that Natasha had underestimated your independence. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in bubble wrap and keep you connected to her for life. But now your mom could see, you were capable of so much. You were strong and determined and you could do anything you put your mind too. Natasha basked in the love you had for Clint and his family, but your greatest love would always be your mom.

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for sticking with me while I had my little unplanned hiatus, slowly getting back into writing so hopefully more fics coming soon

- Astara Bell

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[Taglist]

@saraaahsstuff / @dannipotatoo / @tobiaslut / @nev-valkyriesdottir / @marvelnatasha12346 / @yelenasdiary / @mousetheorist / @ashadash0904 / @strange-night-owl / @acciowriting / @hatergirl-69 / @lovelyy-moonlight / @escapereality4music / @jizzuo308 / @imjustvibingsworld / @ciaoooooo111 / @fxckmiup / @natbelovasblog / @godhatesgoodgirls

[natashaslesbian]

Just popping by to say I love Scarlett Johansson with my entire being🫶🏻

[natashaslesbian]

A few ideas for WSEO drabbles

- Natasha’s first mission (and overnight mission) after rescuing y/n and how she handles not being near her mama

- y/n tells more about her father and Natasha tracks him down

- y/n finally explains why she’s afraid of water

- y/n meeting Yelena after the red room is destroyed

- y/n has a trial day at a local elementary school

Are we feeling some drabbles for this series?

[natashaslesbian]

Ok guys I’m officially done with uni for the summer so it’s time to get back into writing. I’ll try have something up asap🤍

[natashaslesbian]

Hey guys been a hot minute

I’m gonna start writing again soon I promise🩷

[natashaslesbian]

Guys I need your help!

I’m a little lost on where to go with the next few parts of Another Mother . I know where I’m heading with the ending but getting there I don’t know what to do next!

If you have any suggestions or if there’s anything you guys wanna see please let me know in my asks!!

Series masterlist is here and above❤️

[natashaslesbian]

So guys I’m back to writing however I am extremely busy right now so I will probably only be uploading one fic per week and possibly sometimes it may be two weeks between them.

I’m slowly getting through requests so please be patient with me as I try to write and upload them in a first come first serve kinda way❤️

[natashaslesbian]

Y’all🥹🥹🥹🥹

That is a ginormous number omgg😭

[natashaslesbian]

Imma say this and that’s that.

The definition of fiction is literally ‘something that is invented or untrue’

Let’s focus in on ‘untrue’

It’s literally a made up story

If you don’t agree with something that someone has ‘invented’ then just go away😁

[natashaslesbian]

A hollween one shot

Blackhill x daughter dressing up as a mini Black widow with a trick treating bit being very stragic about getting as much candy as possible with a small hollween party that everyone comes to dressed up (even fury

Hey! So this is so cute and I’d be so down to write it but Halloween has literally just past😭 maybe next year???

[natashaslesbian]

Sorry guys still no fic for this weekend😭

[natashaslesbian]

Sorry guys no fic this weekend❤️‍🩹

[natashaslesbian]

Fingers crossed yall might be getting a fic tomorrow🫶🏻

[natashaslesbian]

I love your tiny dancer stories so much! Just found your page! 🫶🏽

I was wondering if this is not too weird/awkward, you could maybe make one, where Natasha has y/n, maybe before that how she figured out. I just thought that would be cute and you of course can add something yourself🤍 (like her backstory?)

Hope you will, tho. Have a nice day/night🫶🏽

Hey! So this is 100% something I plan to do for a tiny dancer series however I haven’t updated that story in like over a year. I’ve really hit a block with it. I know what I wanna do next but I don’t know yet how I wanna get there in the story. There a a few hints as to how y/n came to be and hopefully one day we’ll have the whole story🫶🏻

[natashaslesbian]

So guys obviously I’ve been a bit absent on here lately and truth be told idk when I’m next gonna get a fic out, could be two weeks could be a month but just know I love and miss you all🤍