#third time is the charm right?

[astronnut]

Some shenanigans from the heth server :3

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Hi! I was re-reading A Fresh Start and I noticed that a Drabble between 23 and 24 is missing, it was about Grogu being scared of water or did I made that up🤔😅

By the way I LOVE this Story so much, it’s my favorite Din Djarin Story!

Your writing is amazing!💜

That drabble does exist!! I just forgot to put it in the masterlist and the last time someone mentioned it to me I said I would and then I forgot again. I will fix that though!!

[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part ten)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff, carol danvers x fem!reader (platonic), past carol danvers x natasha romanoff

summary: you and wanda force carol and natasha to have a "civil" conversation, which leads to some closure for all the sides.

warnings: swear words, natasha being jealous (but she´s working on it i promise), explicit content, power dynamics, teasing, bdsm, reader being tied to a bed, scissoring, smut overall, punishment, edging, overstimulation, natasha being slightly mean, dirty talk... phew that´s it i think?

word count: 10k

an: last part guys:( but i do have to say i put my heart and pussy into this one, so i hope its a nice way to end this:)

(italica = your thoughts)

Time passes, and things settle into something that feels real. Not just nights tangled up together, not just teasing touches or fleeting moments, but something steady, something solid, that few weeks ago seemed like a one big illusion. Dates here and there, stolen moments in their busy schedules, slow mornings with Wanda, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder while Natasha grumbles about early meetings.

It’s different now. More than just physical. You belong here. You truly do.

That’s when they invite you to stay at their place for a while. A little vacation, as Wanda puts it, a chance to be with them without the constant interruptions of the outside world.

You hesitate at first. "But I have to go to work, I can´t just stay, you know?"

Wanda waves a hand. "Oh, well, we said you’re still recovering from your ankle."

You blink, processing her words. Then, you frown. "You did what?"

Wanda and Natasha exchange a look, and Natasha lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "It made sense. You needed time off anyway."

You push back from the couch, standing as frustration bubbles up. "Don’t do that. Don’t speak for me like that, especially about my job." Your voice is firm, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just disappointment. "I get what you were trying to do, and I appreciate the thought, but that’s not okay. I can handle things myself."

For a moment, there's silence. Then Natasha sighs, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Noted."

Wanda presses her lips together, then gives you an apologetic smile. "You’re right, detka. We won’t do it again."

"Good." You exhale, shaking your head, but the tension eases.

Natasha watches you for a moment before smirking. "You know, I never thought I’d see the day where you scold us, but here we are."

You cross your arms, raising a brow. "I mean it."

Natasha’s smirk softens just slightly, and Wanda steps closer, brushing her fingers along your wrist in a small, reassuring touch. "And we hear you."

“But we already called, so…” Wanda says, tilting her head at you with a knowing smirk.

You huff, uncrossing your arms, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. “Fine, yeah, okay. I won’t say no to that.”

Wanda grins in victory, and Natasha just shakes her head, clearly amused. The day continues with a quiet small moments. Dinner filled with light teasing and the occasional brush of fingers, the kind of effortless affection you never thought you’d have with them. A movie follows, and though you try to pay attention, you find yourself more focused on the feeling of Natasha’s hand lazily tracing patterns on your thigh and Wanda’s head resting against your shoulder.

A few more days pass, and it’s all still… nice. Too nice. Which is why you finally bring it up one evening, curled up on the couch between them.

"But what about your CEO jobs?" you ask, glancing between them. "Don’t you two have empires to run?"

Natasha chuckles, draping an arm over the back of the couch. "We’re the CEOs. If we want a break, we’ll take one."

"Bucky’s handling everything," Wanda adds, reaching for her wine glass. "No worries." Then, after a thoughtful sip, she smirks. "He might need a wellness retreat after, though."

"More like therapy with all the idiots he has to deal with," Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes.

You snort, "Poor Bucky."

Neither of them disagree, and as you settle in, completely at ease, Natasha’s phone buzzes on the coffee table. The screen lights up with a text from Bucky: "You owe me BIG TIME."

But this is not the only message that stirs some emotions over the time you’re with them.

It starts small, just casual texts exchanged between you and Carol. She’s been nothing but a good friend, someone easy to talk to, and the connection is effortless. You check in on each other, share jokes, sometimes send random pictures. You don’t think much of it.

Natasha, however, does.

She doesn’t say anything at first, but Wanda notices. As always.

One evening, while you’re in the shower, Wanda finds Natasha in the kitchen, staring at her phone, brows furrowed. Wanda raises an eyebrow as she approaches, watching the way Natasha’s thumb hovers over the screen, unreadable emotions flickering across her face.

"You gonna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Wanda teases lightly, leaning against the counter.

Natasha exhales sharply, locking her phone and shoving it onto the counter. "It’s nothing."

Wanda hums, unconvinced. "You sure? Because you’ve been acting off every time she texts Carol."

Natasha’s jaw tightens.

"Nat," Wanda coaxes, stepping closer. "Talk to me."

There’s a pause. A beat too long. Then Natasha sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just… don’t like it."

"Her texting Carol?"

"Her spending time with Carol," Natasha corrects, pushing off the counter and crossing her arms. "I mean come on, Wanda. You saw how much time she spends with her. They are close."

Wanda tilts her head. "And?"

Natasha scoffs. “And it’s Carol.”

Wanda laughs, shaking her head. "You’re being ridiculous. Carol is her friend."

"And my ex-" Natasha stops herself, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I don’t like the way Carol looks at her."

"Carol looks at everyone like that," Wanda points out.

Natasha glares. "That doesn’t make me feel better."

Wanda sighs, stepping closer and placing a hand on Natasha’s arm. "She’s with us, Nat. Not Carol."

"She was with us before, too," Natasha mutters, and there it is the real reason behind her unease.

Wanda softens. "And she came back."

That doesn’t seem to settle Natasha’s nerves, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she nods once, pressing her lips together in that way she does when she’s holding something in. Wanda lets it go, for now.

Except, later that week, the conversation reignites in full force.

You come home, arms full of bags, smiling as you kick the door shut behind you. "I´m back! I was at this market, and Carol convinced me to get some plants and fruits and stuff-"

Natasha doesn’t even let you finish. "That’s what I was talking about!" She throws her hands up, looking at Wanda like she’s just proven a point. "See?"

You blink. "What?"

Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples. "Natasha…"

"No, don’t ‘Natasha’ me," she huffs, crossing her arms. "You’re always with her."

Your smile falters, confusion settling in. "I text her sometimes. We hang out. So?"

"So," Natasha emphasizes, her voice sharp, "I don’t like it."

Silence.

You exchange a look with Wanda, who gives you a patient, knowing glance, one that says, Let her talk.

So you do. "Why?"

Natasha shifts on her feet, avoiding your gaze. "Because she’s Carol," she mutters like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You sigh, setting the bags down. "Nat, she’s my friend."

Natasha clenches her jaw. "She wants more than that."

You shake your head. "No, she doesn’t."

"She does," Natasha insists. "I know Carol. I’ve known her for years."

"She knows I’m with you and Wanda."

Natasha scoffs. "Does she?"

"Nat," Wanda interjects gently, placing a hand on Natasha’s back, "maybe you should talk to Carol."

Natasha turns to her, incredulous. "Talk to her?"

"Yes," Wanda says simply. "Before you explode."

You cross your arms. "I think that’s a great idea."

Natasha glares between the both of you, but ultimately, she knows she’s lost. So, begrudgingly, she agrees.

You find yourself curled up on the couch, phone in hand, fingers hovering over Carol’s contact. This is stupid, right? They’re both adults. Natasha is just… Natasha. But the longer you sit in their apartment, the more you realize that things won’t settle unless you make them. So you finally type out a message.

You: Can you come to my flat?

The reply is almost instant.

Carol: If this is your way of asking me to be your thing on the side, then no.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: Very funny.

Carol: I thought so.

You: No, seriously. I need you to come over.

A pause. Then you see the three little dots.

Carol: You in trouble?

You: Not exactly. It’s about Natasha.

There’s another pause, longer this time.

Carol: Oh, this just got interesting.

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temple.

You: Can you be serious for like five seconds?

Carol: I can try, but no promises.

You groan and decide to just spell it out.

You: Natasha thinks you’re trying to steal me away.

This time, there’s no immediate reply. You stare at the screen, watching the three little dots appear, then disappear, then appear again. Finally, a message comes through.

Carol: …Wait, is this an intervention? Am I the problem?

You: Yes, you little shit.

Carol sends a string of laughing emojis.

Carol: That’s honestly kind of impressive. Didn’t even have to try.

You: Carol.

Carol: Fine, fine. So what’s the plan? I come over and what? Let her yell at me? Sounds fun.

You: I just need you two to talk. Like normal, civil adults.

Carol: Oh, I don’t know. Civil is a stretch.

You: Carol.

Carol: Alright, alright. I’ll come over. But only because this sounds way too entertaining to miss.

You let out a slow breath, already regretting this decision.

You: One condition... don’t make it worse.

Carol: No promises.

You stare at the screen for a long moment before flopping back against the couch with a groan. This was either going to solve everything… or end in disaster.

Maybe both.

A few days later… your apartment feels smaller than usual. Maybe it’s because of the tension hanging in the air, or maybe it’s because Natasha looks like she regrets every life choice that’s led her to this moment.

She’s sitting on your couch, arms crossed, her usual composed demeanor slightly crumbling as she mumbles under her breath.

"This is so stupid," she mutters. "This is ridiculous. I don’t even know why I- this is just… stupid."

Wanda, perched beside you on the arm of the couch, hides her amusement behind her cup of tea, watching as Natasha stews in her own bad decisions. You nudge her with your elbow, but she just smirks, clearly enjoying the sight of the great Natasha Romanoff spiraling.

There’s a knock at the door.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Wanda murmurs under her breath before taking a sip of her tea. Shockingly she enjoys this a lot, taking the fact that Carol is Natasha´s ex, which suprise you a little.

You shoot her a look before pushing off the couch and heading to the door, steeling yourself. You swing it open, and there stands Carol, leaning against the doorframe, casual as ever, her usual shit-eating grin firmly in place.

"Well, well, well," she says, eyes sweeping past you to where Natasha is seated, visibly tense. "The moment we’ve all been waiting for."

Natasha exhales sharply. "I already hate this."

Carol steps inside like she owns the place, looking between the two of you. "You called for a meeting, I delivered. What’s next? Trial by combat?"

You glance at Wanda, who glances at you. Without a word, a silent agreement is made.

"Coffee?" Wanda asks casually.

"Coffee," you agree.

And before Natasha can even register what’s happening, you and Wanda are already at the door, stepping outside.

"Wait- " Natasha starts, but you just flash her an innocent smile.

"You got this," you say sweetly.

And with that, you and Wanda shut the door behind you, leaving Natasha and Carol alone in your apartment.

There’s a beat of silence before Carol hums, looking around. "(Y/N) should get a punching bag, though."

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose. "You are insufferable."

Carol grins. "You love it. So, what? The one left standing wins?"

Natasha huffs out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Still have your wit, I see."

Carol shrugs. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

Natasha rolls her eyes. This is going to be a long conversation.

Carol leans back against your kitchen counter, the usual cocky smirk still there, but her eyes are softer now. Less teasing, more genuine. She exhales, shaking her head with a little chuckle.

"Okay, I’ll ease up on the jokes," she says, crossing her arms. "I actually wanna talk."

Natasha, still sitting on the couch, just raises an eyebrow. "That’s new."

Carol rolls her eyes. "Do you really think I’m trying to steal her away?"

Natasha huffs out a laugh, the smirk that follows just as cocky as ever. "And you´re not trying to do that?"

Carol tilts her head, watching her for a moment. Then something clicks. "Ohhh," she says, dragging it out with an exaggerated nod. "So, it’s insecurity."

Natasha stiffens. "What? No. I’m not- no."

Carol just grins. "Nat, you forget we dated for quite some time. I know you."

Natasha glares, but it’s not as sharp as it should be. She looks away, jaw tightening slightly. "That was a long time ago."

Carol shrugs. "Still true, though." She pauses, then adds, "Besides, I’m not even single. I’m in a happy relationship."

Natasha’s head snaps back toward her, her frown deepening. "What?"

Carol blinks at her. "You didn’t know?"

Natasha narrows her eyes. "She didn’t tell me that."

Carol bursts out laughing, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, she’s a little shit."

Natasha groans, rubbing her temple. "Unbelievable."

Carol just grins, before her expression softens. "Look, I get it, alright? You’re used to being in control, and she’s… well, she’s a wildcard."

Natasha stays silent, listening.

Carol smirks. "But she’s yours, Nat and you´re hers. You know that, right?"

Natasha doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, "Yeah. I know."

Carol watches her, then lets out a teasing whistle. "Damn. You’re soft for her. It’s cute."

Natasha’s glare returns instantly. "Shut up."

Carol just laughs, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. I’ll stop. But, really, you don’t have to be weird about me and her. She’s your girl, and I wouldn’t mess with that."

Natasha sighs, finally relaxing just a little. "Yeah. Okay."

And just like that, the tension that had been lingering between them starts to fade. "But if you break her heart again, I will kick your ass."

"Please do," even Carol can see that Natasha is different this time, she truly mean it. Truly mean the love for you.

Meanwhile, you and Wanda are sitting at a cozy little café, sipping on warm drinks, completely relaxed... well, almost.

You tap your fingers against your cup, glancing toward the door like you might somehow see through it back to your apartment. Then, with a smirk, you say, "Five dollars on Carol annoying the hell out of Natasha."

Wanda doesn’t even hesitate. "Twenty dollars on that."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You’re that positive?"

Wanda sips her coffee, completely unbothered. "Oh, absolutely. I love Natasha, but she is terrible at hiding when something is bothering her. And Carol? She lives for that kind of thing."

You hum, considering. "Yeah, fair point. I just hope they don’t break anything in my apartment."

Wanda raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "I mean… you did lock them in together. That’s like throwing a match into a room full of gasoline."

You sigh dramatically. "Should we go check on them?"

Wanda shakes her head, stirring her coffee lazily. "Nope. If Natasha hasn’t texted for backup, it means they haven’t killed each other yet."

You purse your lips. "What if she’s too stubborn to ask for help?"

Wanda tilts her head, considering. "Good point… but also, we should let her suffer a little."

You chuckle, clinking your cup against hers. "Agreed."

You swirl your coffee absently, watching Wanda as she takes another slow sip of hers. The curiosity that’s been lingering in the back of your mind finally pushes itself forward.

"Wan?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

She hums in response, lifting her gaze to meet yours. "Hm?"

You hesitate for a second before deciding to just ask. "Can I ask you something?"

A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "That depends. Am I going to regret saying yes?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, it’s just… I was wondering." You pause, biting your lip. "How come you’re not jealous?"

She blinks at you, clearly not expecting that question. "Jealous?"

You nod, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, I mean… with all this Carol and Natasha tension, you seem so chill about it. Like, I get that Natasha is over Carol, and Carol is over Natasha, but still. Most people would be at least a little weirded out."

Wanda tilts her head, considering your words for a moment. Then she shrugs. "I don’t know. I guess I just don’t feel the need to be."

You raise an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

She chuckles, setting her coffee down. "I mean, it’s not like I’ve never been jealous before. But with this? No. I know how much Natasha is over Carol. And vice versa. There’s nothing there anymore."

You nod slowly, trying to understand. "So it just… doesn’t bother you?"

"Not really," Wanda says, tapping her nails lightly against her cup. "I know Natasha. I know how she looks at me or you. And I know how Nat looks at Carol, like someone from her past, not someone she wants in her future." She offers you a small smile. "So, no. I don’t feel jealous. If anything, I think they just needed to talk. Some closure, you know?"

You exhale, nodding in agreement, "yeah, I get that."

By the time you and Wanda make it back to your apartment, the coffee has settled warm in your stomach, and the conversation from earlier still lingers in your mind. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d be walking into, but you had half-expected to return to a crime scene or at the very least, to Natasha pacing furiously while Carol grinned like she had just won a game.

Instead, when you unlock the door and step inside, you’re greeted by the sight of them… laughing.

Natasha is leaning back against the couch, her usual tension nowhere to be found, while Carol sits comfortably across from her, her arms lazily draped over the back of the chair. They’re mid-conversation, something light and easy, and whatever weight had existed between them before... it’s gone.

What?

You blink. Wanda does too.

"Huh," you say, exchanging a glance with Wanda. "Didn’t see that coming."

Carol looks up first, smirking as she gestures between herself and Natasha. "See? We didn’t kill each other."

"Shocking," Wanda quips, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Natasha just rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile on her lips as she looks at you. "You’re back early."

You snort, setting your keys down. "I figured we’d return to a mess, so we made it quick."

Carol grins. "Sorry to disappoint."

Wanda tilts her head, studying them. "So… you two are good?"

Natasha exhales, glancing at Carol, who shrugs like she already knew the answer. "Yeah," Natasha admits, and there’s something softer in her voice. "We’re good."

You watch as Carol nods in agreement, her teasing edge dialed down just a bit. "Told you."

Wanda leans into you, her voice warm. "Closure," she murmurs, and you smile, realizing that yeah this is exactly that.

You barely have time to settle in before Natasha turns her sharp gaze on you, arms crossed but a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Darling," she drawls, her voice deceptively sweet, "why didn’t you tell me Carol was in a relationship?"

Before you can answer, Wanda perks up beside you, her expression bright. "Ooooh! Congrats, Carol!"

Carol grins, clearly enjoying the moment. "Thanks."

You shrug, feigning innocence as you smile at Natasha. "Dunno… it was fun." Then, with a slow smirk, you add, "And you looked hot while being jealous, so."

Carol lets out a loud laugh, standing up and stretching like she’s been waiting for her perfect exit line. "Oop! My cue to leave." She winks at you. "Thanks for the fun closure, (Y/N). You guys enjoy the rest of what’s probably going to be a long night." She wiggles her fingers in a wave. "Byee."

With that, she strides toward the door, leaving behind nothing but an amused chuckle from Wanda and a very unimpressed Natasha.

You barely have a second to process Carol’s dramatic exit before Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, tilting her head in that way that makes your breath hitch. "Come here," she says, low and inviting.

Yeah Carol was absolutely right. This is going to be a long night.

Natasha pulls you on her lap, closing the distance with a slow, predatory grace that has your breath catching in your throat. Her hands find your waist, fingers pressing just enough to remind you who’s in charge here.

"You had fun teasing me, huh?" Natasha murmurs, tilting her head as she watches you with those sharp green eyes. "Keeping little secrets, making me jealous?"

Wanda hums from the couch, "oh, she really did," she smirks as she leans back, eyes flicking between you and Natasha with lazy amusement. "And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, especially when Natasha tugs you just a bit closer, her breath ghosting over your lips.

"I should remind you," Natasha whispers, her grip tightening slightly, "who you belong to."

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your spine at the low possessiveness in her tone.

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh, stretching her arms above her head as if this isn’t affecting her at all. "Good luck, detka," she drawls, sounding entirely too pleased with herself.

You barely have time to glare at her before Natasha tilts your chin up with two fingers, her smirk deepening. "Let’s see if teasing me was worth it, hmm?"

Your breath catches as Natasha’s fingers trail along your jaw, her smirk never wavering. "What’s wrong, princess? No more teasing now?"

You try to say something... anything, but the way she’s looking at you, the way her body presses just slightly into yours, makes it incredibly difficult to think.

Mind is completly empty.

Wanda chuckles from her place on the couch, her amusement evident. "She was so bold earlier," she muses, shifting so she’s resting her chin in her palm, watching the two of you like this is the best form of entertainment. "Now look at her."

Natasha hums in agreement, her other hand slipping down to your hip, squeezing lightly. "Mm, I think she just likes pushing her luck," she murmurs, tilting her head. "Maybe she likes seeing what she can get away with."

You swallow, heat pooling in your panties. "I- "

"Shhh," Natasha cuts you off, leaning in just enough that your noses brush. "You had your fun, baby. Now it’s our turn."

Before you can even react, Wanda is suddenly behind you, her arms slipping around your waist, her breath warm against your ear. "I say we teach her a lesson," she says playfully, voice like velvet, her fingers grazing over you teasingly.

You barely stifle a gasp, your entire body tensing between them. "A lesson?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out weaker than you’d like.

Wanda hums, pressing the faintest of kisses just below your ear, her lips curving into a smirk. "Mhm. One that reminds her who she belongs to."

Natasha’s hand slides up your side, her fingers teasing along the fabric of your shirt, her smirk deepening. "What do you think, detka?" she murmurs, her voice all honeyed dominance. "Still enjoying your little game?"

You shiver, your knees almost buckling beneath you. "I- "

"Careful now," Wanda murmurs, "wouldn’t want you to get too overwhelmed too quickly."

Natasha chuckles darkly, her lips barely ghosting over yours. "Oh, I don’t know," she muses, her voice filled with pure teasing. "I think she likes being overwhelmed."

Wanda laughs softly. "Oh, she definitely does."

Wanda's lips trail lazily down your neck, her fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns over your sides. Natasha, meanwhile, stays just close enough to be torturous, her smirk deep as she watches you squirm between them.

Natasha hums, her fingers barely ghosting over your arm. "Mhm. A little too much, I think." She tilts her head, feigning contemplation.

Your breath hitches, your hands instinctively grabbing at Natasha’s waist, trying to pull yourself closer. "Ah, ah. Naughty girls don’t get rewarded so easily," she chides, smirk deepening.

Wanda giggles against your neck. "Poor thing," she coos, mock sympathy lacing her tone. "Look at her."

You whimper, your body betraying you as more heat pools between your thighs. "No, no, please," you gasp out, tilting your head toward Natasha, trying to chase more.

Natasha chuckles, dark and pleased. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, her fingers finally dragging up your arm, agonizingly slow. "I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already this desperate." She glances at Wanda, her smirk turning absolutely wicked. "That’s the real fun."

Wanda sighs theatrically, as if considering something. "Maybe we should just leave her like this," she muses.

You shake your head quickly. "No, please, I- "

Natasha leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmurs, "Begging already? Tsk. You really do love being at our mercy, don’t you?"

Your entire body shudders, and Wanda laughs softly, pressing a teasing kiss just beneath your jaw. "She’s adorable when she’s like this," she whispers, her fingers still tracing teasing, feather-light touches against your skin.

Natasha chuckles, her fingers finally gripping your chin, tilting your head up so you’re forced to meet her gaze. "Then let’s see just how much she can take."

And with the way their eyes darken, you know you're in for a long, torturous night.

"No cumming until we say, got it?" You nod at Natasha´s words, but that´s not enough for neither of them, so you feel nails dig into your hips.

"Yes!" you squal, and shake your head, "no cumming without your permission." You´re too desperate to notice the subtle exchange between Wanda and Natasha.

"Good. Girl." Natasha whispers into your ear.

Before you can fully process the heat ruining your panties, Natasha's hands slide down to your thighs, gripping firmly as she stands, effortlessly lifting you into her arms. A surprised gasp escapes you, and you instinctively cling to her shoulders, but she only smirks, her grip tightening.

"You’re coming with me," she murmurs, starting toward your bedroom with determined steps.

Behind you, Wanda chuckles, the sound low and knowing. "I’ll get it," she says vaguely, but before you can even think to ask what it is, Natasha is already pushing your bedroom door open and stepping inside.

The moment your back meets the mattress, Natasha is on you, caging you in with her presence, her hands bracketing your wrists against the sheets. Your breath hitches, your mind briefly scrambling to remember where Wanda went, what she was supposed to bring, but the thought disappears as quickly as it came.

Because Natasha is looking at you like she owns you. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And with the way her knee presses between your thighs, pinning you down completely, all you can think about is her. And the need between your thighs.

Natasha’s lips trail down your jaw, slow and deliberate, her breath hot against your skin. She’s taking her time, making sure you’re completely occupied, lost in the way she presses against you, the way her fingers ghost over your sides, just barely enough to make you squirm.

"Look at you," she murmurs, dragging her lips along your pulse point before nipping at your skin, making you gasp.

You barely register the sound of the door opening again, too caught up in the way Natasha’s weight pins you down. But then-

"Miss me?" Wanda's voice is a sweet contrast to the wicked amusement in her tone.

You tilt your head, your eyes flicking toward her, but the moment you see what she’s holding, your stomach twists with anticipation.

Silky restraints.

Your breath catches. You hadn’t even realized Natasha had been keeping you distracted for a reason.

"Oh, she definitely missed you," Natasha smirks, shifting just enough for Wanda to crawl onto the bed and giving her space. "Didn’t even notice you were gone."

"How cute," Wanda mocks, straddling your hips, her fingers tracing along your arms as she guides them above your head.

You shudder at her touch, your pulse quickening. "Wanda- "

"Shhh, detka," she soothes, securing the restraints around your wrists, tightening them just enough to make you feel it. "It’s just a little something to keep you in place. We both know how much you love that."

Natasha hums in agreement, "and since you’ve been so naughty tonight…" She smirks, dragging her nails down your throat. "You don’t get to have everything you want."

You whimper, tugging lightly against the restraints, but Wanda only grins, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple.

"Good luck," she purrs. "You’re going to need it."

You tug lightly against the restraints again, testing them, but they hold firm. Your breath is uneven, your skin buzzing with anticipation, but there’s also confusion swirling in your mind.

"But how did- "

Natasha cuts you off with a smirk, brushing her fingers along your jaw. "One thing about us that I thought you already knew," she murmurs, her voice smooth and taunting, "is that we always come prepared."

Of course they do.

Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers dancing over your stomach, barely touching, just enough to make you shiver. "It’s adorable that you still think you have the upper hand sometimes."

You whine, tilting your head back against the pillow. "That’s not- "

"Shhh, princess," Natasha coos, trailing a finger down your throat before pressing a teasing kiss to your collarbone.

Your hips shift instinctively, but Wanda tuts, her fingers gripping your waist. "Patience, detka," she chides, her voice dripping with amusement. "We won’t let you have it. Not yet."

A whimper escapes your lips, your wrists straining against the restraints as your body burns with the need for more.

"Aww," Wanda coos, shifting to sit beside you, her hand coming up to brush some stray strands of hair from your face. Her touch is feather-light, her voice deceptively sweet. "Poor thing. All tied up with nowhere to go."

You glare at her half-heartedly, but the smug little smile on her lips tells you she’s thoroughly enjoying this. "You´re being mean!"

"Mean?" Wanda gasps, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. "I would never." Then, she leans in, voice dropping to a soft murmur near your ear. "I’m just here to make sure you don’t fall apart too soon."

Your breath catches, and you’re about to say something, maybe throw a challenge her way, when Natasha hums lowly.

"Don’t push it, Wan," she warns, a sharp but amused edge to her tone.

Wanda straightens instantly, her teasing demeanor shifting just a fraction. She glances at you, then back at Natasha, reading the shift in dynamic immediately.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Wanda muses, but there's something else in her tone now a touch of playful deference, a careful step backward. She’s testing her own limits, but she knows better than to cross the line.

You, on the other hand, are left somewhere between frustration and anticipation, entirely at their mercy.

"How about you keep your mouth occupied, hm?" Natasha´s hand slightly tug on Wanda´s hair and even in your state you can notice the shift in her eyes.

"Mhmm," Wanda mumbles as she shift closer to you and her hands start to take off your pants.

"Just because (Y/N) is getting punished doesn´t mean I can´t punish you as well, Maximoff." Natasha glares at Wanda.

Oh boy, this is making you so worked on.

Fuck.

Wanda nods, "I´m sorry," she hopes that this is enough, since she´s as desperate as you are.

Natasha hums and with a nod Wanda starts to take off your pants, but before she can take off your panties as well the redhead speaks up again. "Keep her panties on, I want them messy."

Wanda nods and even though she sees the vision, she wanted to devour you without any distractions.

Oh my god, they will be the cause of your death.

Even in the state Wanda was in, she will never ever forget to be a gentleman, so she softly and gently kisses her way into your panties, which makes Natasha chuckle.

You immedietly open your legs, needing her to touch you in the right spot. You´re lucky Wanda is as needy as you, because she doesn´t waste any more time and she pulls your wet panties to the side, making herself occupied with your warm pussy.

Natasha is so pleased about what she´s seeing, so she leaves Wanda to do whatever she wants... for now. You can feel her tongue on your clit, she´s eating you out like you´re her last and only meal.

For fuck sake her tongue is so so so fucking great.

What seems like a seconds to both you and Wanda, Natasha has been staring at the two of you for almost ten minutes, before she finally steps in.

"How about you left something to me, hm?" But Wanda doesn´t respond to Natasha´s words, she keeps going, licking every single of your wetness, which is not so amazing idea.

Natasha’s eyes darken, her jaw tightening as she watches Wanda blatantly disobey her. The room feels warmer, charged with something electric, and even in your dazed state, you can sense the shift.

"Wanda," Natasha’s voice is low, controlled, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. "I said, pull away."

But Wanda, ever the tease, only lifts her gaze slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. She doesn’t move, her lips curling into something dangerously close to defiance. "I heard you," she murmurs, but she still doesn’t obey and goes back to tasting you.

And you, of course, doesn´t mind at all.

Natasha exhales through her nose, tilting her head as if assessing her. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reaches forward, fingers grabing Wanda’s hair, just enough to make her listen.

"You’re pushing it," Natasha murmurs, tugging on her hair more, not rough, but firm enough to make a point.

Wanda shivers, and for the first time, the playful confidence flickers just slightly. She swallows, but still smirks. "Maybe I like pushing."

Natasha’s lips twitch, like she’s amused despite herself, but she doesn’t let it show. "So now I have two brats, hm?" she counters, leaning in so close that Wanda’s breath hitches. "Pull away or I´ll spank your ass so bad you won´t be able to sit through your nail appointment."

There’s a beat of silence, thick with tension, before Wanda finally exhales and pulls back. "Understood," she says, voice softer now.

"Good girl," Natasha murmurs, releasing Wanda’s hair.

You’re watching them, caught somewhere between fascination and pure awe, and when Natasha finally shifts her attention back to you, that cocky smirk is fully back in place.

"Now," she purrs, her gaze sweeping over you. "Where were we?"

You hesitate for a moment, thinking Natasha’s words were more of a statement than a question. But when the silence lingers, and her expectant gaze remains on you, you realize that she wants an answer.

"I- uh... Wanda was- you know and um..." You stumble over your words, heat creeping up your neck as you shift slightly under Natasha’s sharp, assessing gaze.

Her lips twitch in amusement. "Would you like to continue that?"

You nod so fast it’s almost embarrassing. "Very much so, yes please."

Natasha hums, dragging her fingers along your jaw before turning her attention to Wanda. "Wanda, entertain yourself." A smirk curves her lips. "But no finishing."

Wanda lets out a small, exaggerated sigh but doesn’t argue, instead tilting her head with that signature glint of mischief in her eyes as her hand make its way to her pants.

Natasha’s gaze flicks between the two of you, her expression unwavering as she leans in slightly. "Just because there are two of you doesn’t mean I won’t have control. Noted?"

"Yes," you and Wanda answer at the exact same time.

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head. "Good girls." She knows that both of you need to be punished, but it´s funnier to punish both of you while you´re both needy and completly at her mercy. So she´s leading the two of you exactly where she wants you to be.

"Please-" you let out softly, you need her. Her hands. Her mouth. Her tongue. Her anything and everything.

"Oh detka, look at you." She cooes, "poor thing, don´t worry, I will handle this-" Natasha´s hand meets your pussy with a quick smack that makes you flinch. "I will take care of this wet pussy," her eyes are dark, full of lust and you´re not sure if you´re supposed to be excited or scared.

Wanda on the other hand is already close to cum, she´s fighting so hard not to let go. Not to break the rules just one more time for her sweet release. But she knows what would have happen, she needs to hold on.

While Natasha´s fingers spread you open, she doesn´t miss the sounds Wanda is making, "stop if necessary, but don´t you dare to cum, Maximoff." Her words are sharp, that it makes your heart beat even faster.

"Uhm," the younger woman mumbles, as she stops fucking her fingers inside.

You quickly glance at Wanda, "eyes on me," Natasha leans in and grabs your chin, "there you go." She lets go of your chin and goes back to your dripping core. Fuck you´re messy. "Hips up, baby."

You shift and move your hips up as you watch Natasha pulls off your wet panties. Slowly and hungrily, you notice that Natasha puts your dirty black panties to her pocket, but your mind is occupied quickly, since Natasha is back to where you need her the most. Kissing your thighs softly, as she is also a gentle lady.

"Natty-" you whine out, so needy for anything the woman will give you. Your pretty noises makes Wanda moan out loud, you try your hardest not to look at her, so you can only imagine her long fingers deep inside her. Pumping in and out, while her juices are all over her.

"God, where did your patience go? Hm? Fine." And with that Natasha´s fingers slide into so easily. And she is not gentle, no... it´s the other way around.

Oh fuck.

She´s pumping her fingers fast and the only thought in your head is overstimulation. You´re so hapy, but at the same time you know that she will make you pay for everything you did and didn´t do.

Your mind is a blur, caught somewhere between pleasure and overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight as you struggle to ground yourself. But there’s no escape, not from the way Natasha is watching you, her sharp green eyes locked onto your every reaction, nor from the way Wanda is nearby, she´s also on the line between letting go and being Natasha´s good girl.

Natasha’s presence is suffocating in the best way, her touch deliberate, her movements calculated, her fingers curling in the right spot, and yet it’s the little things that overwhelm you just as much - the faint scent of her cologne, a mix of something deep and smoky with a hint of spice, clinging to her skin as she leans in close. The warmth of her breath against your temple, the quiet, knowing hum she lets out whenever you clench around her.

You don’t even realize you’re whimpering out loud until you hear Wanda needy chuckle, low and sweet. "Fuck-", tilting her head as if she’s committing every detail of this moment to memory.

You look at her weakly, unable to form proper words, and Natasha exhales a small, pleased laugh. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice smooth as silk yet carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip. "This is just warm up."

Your mind struggles to keep up, but then... her voice, smooth as velvet, cuts through the fog.

"Alright, my sweet little messes," Natasha purrs, her tone dripping with amusement. "You want to reach the finish line? Then you better earn it. Cum or don´t, but it will be your loss."

You barely process her words before she continues, her voice slow, teasing. "Ten."

Wanda stiffens, a flicker of confusion crossing her face, but Natasha doesn’t give either of you a moment to think.

"Nine."

Your body tenses, a desperate little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Wanda’s fingers twitch, like she’s already bracing herself, already feeling the weight of whatever Natasha has planned.

"Oh, you poor things," Natasha coos, eyes gleaming with mischief as her fingers speed up in your hole. "So desperate. So needy. And yet… so very helpless."

Your breath stutters, and Wanda swallows hard, her lips parting like she wants to protest, but Natasha just smirks.

"Eight," she continues, tilting her head as she drags out the word. "You still with me, detka? Or is the pretty little head too fogged up to keep count? I know Wanda is already gone."

Wanda glares at her, but there’s no real heat behind it, just frustration laced with anticipation. You, on the other hand, can barely function, and Natasha knows it. She clicks her tongue, mock pity dripping from her voice.

"Seven."

She watches you both like a cat playing with its food, eyes alight with something dangerous, something utterly intoxicating. "I should make you beg, really. Should make you tell me just how much you need me. But look at you- " she sighs, shaking her head with a grin. "You’re already wrecked, and I’ve barely even done anything."

Anything?! She´s fucking me with her-

You moan loudly as Natasha thrust her finger deep inside of you, and Wanda sucks in a sharp breath, shifting slightly like she wants to reach for you, but Natasha tuts, eyes flashing.

"Ah, ah, ah. No helping each other. If you want it, you’ll listen."

She leans in closer, her scent overwhelming, her voice dipping lower. "Six."

Wanda stays in her spot, staring at Natasha´s fingers disappearing inside of your pussy. As she copies Natasha´s pace.

"Five."

The number drips from Natasha’s lips like honey, slow and drawn out, as if she’s savoring every second of your anticipation. You’re barely holding on, body taut, brain fogged with nothing but her voice, her presence, her control. Your hands are hurting form how much you´re holding onto the silky restraints.

Wanda´s fingers twitching, thighs pressing together. She looks like she wants to do something, to rebel in some way, but Natasha just chuckles, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"Poor baby," she murmurs, tilting her head "You don’t like waiting, do you?"

Wanda’s breath hitches, her lips parting, but no words come out. You feel like you’re in the same state... floating somewhere between desperation and the overwhelming feeling.

"Four."

A needy little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Natasha’s eyes snap to you instantly, dark amusement flickering across her features.

"Oh, detka," she purrs, leaning in closer, "you sound so pretty when you're falling apart for me."

You’re not even sure if you’re breathing anymore.

"Three."

She drags out the word, watching you and Wanda with the kind of confidence that makes your stomach flip.

"So cute," she muses, "all wide-eyed and obedient now. Not so mouthy anymore, huh?"

Neither of you dare to speak, but Wanda exhales shakily, her eyes darting to yours as if she’s searching for something. Reassurance, maybe. But before either of you can process it, Natasha’s voice slices through the haze again.

"Two."

Your pulse pounds. Wanda clench around herself, she needs to cum now. She needs it so fucking bad.

And then... Natasha leans in, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice nothing more than a whisper, but somehow more commanding than anything before. Her fingers are still at very fast pace, but she laso starts to thrust with more power now.

"One."

Your entire body is on edge, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach, but Natasha pulls back, just far enough to look between you and Wanda, smirking at your ruined expressions.

And then- "Zero."

She doesn’t give either of you time to think, her fingers leaving your pusssy and she immedietly leans to Wanda and she grabs her hand, snatching it away.

What?

The release, the rush, the moment you’ve been so desperately chasing.

But nothing happens.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you blink up at her, mind scrambling, body still wound impossibly tight. Beside you, Wanda lets out a broken sound, shifting in frustration, realization settling over both of you at the same time.

She... she bluffed.

Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and when you finally meet Natasha’s gaze, she’s just smiling. Smug, entertained, completely unbothered by the absolute wreckage she’s left in her wake.

"Oh, you should see your faces." She tilts her head, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk. "Absolutely priceless."

Wanda makes a frustrated noise, fingers curling into the sheets as she glares at Natasha. "That’s not fair."

You nod quickly, still struggling to find words. "Yeah! You- you can’t just- " You gesture vaguely, still feeling dizzy with need. "You said zero!"

Natasha just arches a perfect brow. "And? Since when did I say I had to let you finish?"

Your jaw drops.

Wanda’s brows furrow in pure, petulant frustration. "That’s cruel."

Natasha shrugs, clearly thriving in your combined suffering, she licks her fingers clean, loving the taste you left on her fingers. "You being a brat is cruel too." She leans in closer, eyes glinting with amusement. "Do I complain? No. I just make a payback."

You groan, shifting against the pillows, moving your hands in the restraints. Wanda crosses her arms, lips pressed into a thin line, but there’s no real anger there, just deep frustration.

"You’re evil." You pout up at Natasha, hoping - praying - that maybe, just maybe, she’ll take mercy on you.

She just chuckles, brushing her fingers over your jaw, a featherlight touch that makes your stomach flip. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice nothing but smooth, unshakable confidence. "You love it."

Wanda huffs, but Natasha just shifts her gaze toward her, amusement still dancing in her eyes. "And you," she muses, tapping a finger against Wanda’s chin. "Did you really think you could be a fucking brat and get away with it?"

Wanda swallows, "I´m sorry."

Natasha hums, her smirk widening. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

You both groan in unison, completely at her mercy, and Natasha just thrives in it, dragging out the moment, letting the weight of her control settle in.

You don’t care anymore.

Maybe you should care, maybe you should hold onto the last shreds of your dignity, try to look like you’re not completely at Natasha’s mercy. But who cares? Not when your body is still thrumming, still aching with need. Not when Wanda is right there beside you, looking just as desperate, just as undone.

So you do the only thing you can think of.

You shift, trying to reaching for Natasha, even when your hands are still above your head, "Natasha, please," you murmur, voice soft, breathless. "I- please, don’t do this."

Natasha tilts her head, watching you with amusement, fingers trailing down your stomach with a featherlight touch that makes you shiver. "Don’t do what exactly?"

You whimper, frustration bubbling in your throat, but you don’t stop. Instead, you shift again, "I’ll do anything- just please- "

Natasha hums, clearly enjoying herself. "Anything?"

You nod, desperate, but then, then you hesitate. Because it’s not just about you, is it?

Your eyes flick toward Wanda, who’s been quiet, biting her lip, still wound tight with anticipation and frustration. And without thinking, without stopping to consider how needy it might sound, you turn back to Natasha and say, "Not just me. Please- please don’t leave Wanda like this either."

That does something.

Wanda’s head snaps toward you, eyes widening in surprise, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She wasn’t expecting that. She wasn’t expecting you to beg for her too.

And Natasha? Natasha’s amusement shifts into something else entirely. She watches you for a long moment, considering, clearly pleased by the way you’re falling apart for her, the way you’re still thinking of Wanda even when you’re this desperate.

Then, slowly, she smirks.

"What if I only let Wanda finish, hm?"

You freeze, eyes darting between them, heartbeat hammering. But then, after a moment, you swallow your pride and turn to Wanda, eyes searching hers, voice soft. "Okay. Fine. But- " You take a breath, looking back at Natasha, pleading. "Please. She didn’t mean to be a brat, she just- you know…"

Wanda stares at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable, something warm and surprised.

Natasha hums, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, her sharp green eyes flicking between you and Wanda. She looks amused, intrigued, entirely entertained by your desperation.

"You would let Wanda finish but not you?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

You swallow hard, nodding without hesitation. "Yeah."

Wanda’s breath catches beside you.

And Natasha grins. "Look, darling," she purrs, turning her attention to Wanda, her fingers tilting your chin up so you can’t look away. "Look how precious she is toward you."

Wanda doesn’t respond right away, still staring at you like she can’t quite believe what just happened. There’s something unreadable in her gaze, something warm, something fond.

Natasha’s smirk softens just a little not enough to lose her edge, but enough to make your stomach flip. She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, her touch deceptively gentle.

"You’re so kind, baby," she murmurs, amusement laced in her voice, but there’s something deeper there too. Something indulgent.

Wanda exhales, still watching you with that unreadable look, and Natasha hums as if thinking it over.

Then, she nods.

"Well," she drawls, her thumb ghosting over your bottom lip, "being kind and such a good girl... that does deserve a reward, doesn’t it?"

Her grin sharpens, and you feel Wanda shift closer to you, anticipation crackling in the air.

“Go on then, make yourself cum." And with that Natasha just gives you and Wanda kiss a soft one, which suprises the both of you. Her hands falls on Wanda waist as she moves her closer to you.

Wanda just looks at Natasha, "it´s up to us?" And to that, the older woman just nods. Without missing a beat Wanda takes her pants and panties off, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Just lay pretty for me," she mumbles as you can´t really escape anywhere since you´re still tied to the bed. Wanda chuckles at that as she realizes, "sorry, baby."

She immedietly positions herself in between your legs, starts to move her hips and rub her pussy against yours. Wanda is very soft and gentle,  it's just the right amount of pressure and intimacy to feel amazing and ease your neediness. And since both of you are so wet, it´s very easy to move your hips. But Wanda´s nails digs into your thigh, "I said don´t move," she mumbles.

You listen, there is no way you´re risking another punishment, you moan out loud, which makes Natasha very proud, maybe you´re not so bratty after all.

Wanda moves her hips faster, she´s so close and so are you. Of course the redhead notices that, so her hands rubs Wanda´s back and she whispers, "you can let go, you did so good." Then her green eyes meets yours, "go on baby, cum for me."

And you did. No need to be told twice.

Oh those sounds, Natasha is a little sad she didn´t record this, hearing the both of her girls needy like this, letting go for her. But that´s a thing for some other time.

She helps to move Wanda back to the bed, laying her next to you, then she softly unwrap your hands from the restraints. You sigh contentedly, your body warm and pleasantly exhausted, but as Natasha starts to move away, you instinctively reach out, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her back to you and Wanda.

Natasha huffs out a surprised laugh, her body colliding with yours. "Oh my god, how come you´re so strong," she teases, but she doesn’t resist. Instead, she settles in, draping herself over you with a smirk. "Okay, okay, cuddles it is."

Wanda chuckles softly from the other side of you, tucking herself against your shoulder. "You’re insatiable, detka," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

You hum in satisfaction, basking in the warmth of both of them. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, while Wanda strokes a hand through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. It’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of steady breathing and the occasional sleepy sigh filling the space.

Then, unexpectedly, Natasha presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, "Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back."

You grumble in protest, tightening your grip, but she chuckles, prying herself free. "Just trust me, sweetheart."

Wanda shifts, watching Natasha with knowing amusement as she disappears into the bathroom. A moment later, you hear the sound of water running.

You blink up at Wanda. "What is she doing?"

Wanda smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Something that means more than she’ll ever admit."

A few minutes later, Natasha returns, rolling her eyes at your confused expression. "Come on," she says, reaching for your hand. "Bath’s ready."

You hesitate, glancing toward Wanda, but she just grins, her eyes soft with understanding.

As they settle into the aftercare routine, Natasha is quiet but efficient. She doesn’t just clean you up, she draws a bath, making sure the temperature is perfect, adding something relaxing like lavender essential oil she found out in your bathroom. The steam fills the air, carrying the soft floral scent, and she tests the water with her fingers before turning to you.

"Come on, sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice softer now. She helps you in, her hands steady as she guides you down into the warmth. The heat soaks into your muscles, easing every lingering ache, and you sigh, melting into it.

But then, Natasha does something unexpected. Instead of just handing you a washcloth and letting you clean up, she rolls up the sleeves of one of her shirts and kneels by the edge of the tub. She picks up a soft cloth, dips it in the water, and starts to wash you herself. Slow, careful strokes over your arms, shoulders, and back.

At first, you don’t think much of it, just letting yourself be taken care of. But Wanda comes, sitting on the closed toilet lid, notices immediately. She watches the way Natasha moves, the usual precision of her hands softened into something far more intimate.

A slow smile spreads across Wanda’s lips, but she doesn’t say anything just yet.

Natasha doesn’t rush. She takes her time, running the warm cloth over your skin with a tenderness that feels almost out of place for her. But she doesn’t hesitate, it´s like this is as natural as breathing.

Then, when she runs the cloth over your wrists, where the restraints had been, she pauses for just a second. Her thumb brushes over the faint marks left behind, and she murmurs, almost to herself, "Don’t want you hurting."

It’s quiet. Simple. But something about it makes Wanda’s gaze soften even more.

Because she knows.

This isn’t just Natasha taking care of you, it’s her way of saying I love you.

And Wanda, recognizing the moment for what it is, "softie."

Natasha rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she just smirks, flicking a little water in Wanda’s direction before turning her attention back to you.

You giggle, then you look back at Natasha, "but what about you-" she doesn´t even let you finnish.

"Just shut up and let me take care of you," she mutters, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

And you do. Because, for once, you don’t need to do anything but let yourself be loved.

Wanda can´t help but giggle again, which makes Natasha raise her eyebrow, "I don´t like when you two team up, so get your ass in here as well." She orders to Wanda and she takes off her shirt and joins your bath.

As the night winds down, you’re curled up between Natasha and Wanda, warm and drowsy under the covers of your bed. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, while Wanda presses soft kisses to your shoulder. The comfort of it all makes your eyelids heavy, the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you toward sleep.

Then, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

With a tired groan, you reach for it, blinking at the brightness of the screen. A new message from Carol.

Carol: You’re welcome for getting laid. 😉

You snort, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. Wanda shifts beside you, murmuring sleepily, "What’s so funny?"

Still grinning, you tilt the screen so they both can see. Natasha huffs, shaking her head. "I swear to God…"

Wanda just laughs, pressing her face against your shoulder. "She’s not wrong, though."

You hum, setting your phone aside and settling back into the warmth of their embrace. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I should send her a thank-you gift."

Natasha groans, dragging you closer. "Absolutely not."

Wanda smirks. "I dunno, Nat. I think it’s only fair."

"Don’t encourage her."

You giggle, pressing a kiss to Natasha’s jaw, then Wanda’s lips, before closing your eyes with a satisfied sigh. "Fine. No thank-you gift. Just… remind me to buy her a drink next time."

Wanda hums, already half-asleep. Natasha mutters something in Russian under her breath, but you catch the way she tightens her hold around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

And as the three of you drift off, tangled together in the soft glow of the night, you think, yeah, maybe I do owe Carol a drink.

In the end... third time is truly a charm. Wow. It´s the end you guys:( thank you so much for reading this series it was so fun to write, thank you thank you! it so amazing to read your comments, im kicking my feet like a little girl at every single one<3 i hope you will like some of my future projects as well!

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[teawithtrop]

if I had a nickel for every time I fumbled the lady Galadriel I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but— [kills Glûg]

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 2 — (1) (3) (4) (5)

[zibiscusloon]

Husband? Wife? Murder Accomplice—

Bonus Bon Bon—

[slylock-syl]

A bit fashionably late but I wanted to do it anyway~

He was already purple to begin with to it works out!

For the thingy on Bluesky and Twitter :D

[independent-fics]

Genuinely curious because I wanna know how y'all are banging out 50k+ word fics because I aspire to be you. But also I'm just nosy about everyone's writing schedules. Also jobs is up to your own interpretation (whether you have a 9-5 or you're a student, either way you're doing great!)

Please share/reblog I'm so curious about everyone's writing habits!

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loveybug is too busy thinking about kissing to fight supervillains... anytime an akuma shows up she hits it with a comically large hammer harley quinn style until it's flat and she can go back to unsubtly flirting with chat noir

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Crawling out of my inactive state to make a post because well... I'm sure you've seen the news about the new app.

I'm really surprised, I gotta say. I did not think this would happen. I thought it was all over forever. But I can admit when I'm wrong!

I don't have a ton of info on it, but I'm sure we'll learn more as time goes on. I am willing to give it a try, but note that I am tempering my expectations.

I am also displeased to learn that it's only the bros to begin with? I think I saw something saying they'd add new characters or whatever, but YO. My two mains are Barbatos and Solomon, don't make me wait for them!??!? It's fine, I still have Mammon~

Anyway, feel free to let me know how y'all are feeling about this. The ask box is always open for discussions!

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tged webtoon ep 178 spoilers and thoughts that i'm late on again whoops but it's okay we're here now and there's a handful of mixed feelings in here, more yapping than anything, and more below the cut,,,

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the main thing i liked about this episode was honestly the panels of lloyd and javier, they were cute,,, lloyd's poses specifically in this ep,,, i liked them :3

unfortunately for the rest of the ep i'm honestly not sure how to feel (even after a full week of mulling on it),,,

in this ep, we meet the veneto? beneto? people,,, tribe? and we get to see a little bit of the way they live their life. the ep goes over a bit of their past too, and their ancestors were supposedly magentano people who were banished for a reason that hasn't been specified. they pride strength over all else, and disregard things that they consider "weak" or "not manly" or something like that...

i don't have a problem with introducing new characters - i mean i kinda figured that after the events of 177, we'd have to get back into the build up into the next plans of action - but this introduction left me feeling,,, very confused. i'm not sure why they opened things up this way,,, let me try to explain.

the episode opens with a wife and her child, and her child had picked some flowers and she was complimenting how pretty they were, when the veneto chief (husband/dad) bursts in and immediately starts berating his wife and child for doing so. he emphasizes that strength is the only thing that matters, that warriors dont make pretty things. he kicks the flowers out of his own child's hands, and scolds his wife for not teaching his child better, makes his child apologize with an upside down plank thing? idk what pose that is, and demands his wife to give him beer.

,,, what an opener, right? honestly i was caught off guard, i wasn't expecting anything like that. i'm not sure whether the appropriate/correct term for this scene is domestic violence but either way i was very. lost on this opening of the ep, bc the entire time there's a weird emphasis on the chief's face and poses. the chief is, objectively, drawn to be incredibly pretty and beautiful, with long luscious hair. this scene is also followed by more of this gag, as the warriors of veneto dance and sing as they hunt and steal, and they all have pretty features and the like.

i genuinely, genuinely can't tell whether or not this is simply a gag or if it's some kind of satire,,, i'm not sure if we've ever had gag or satire presented like this before, either. this is the reason i am on the fence about this episode, bc depending on what the adaptor's intentions are my feelings would change.

on the one hand, this could possibly be a criticism of traditional views on masculinity/femininity, how doing "pretty" things doesn't necessarily mean you're not strong or you're not a warrior, etc, bc of all these random "pretty" things that we see the veneto warriors do like dancing and singing. i am aware that there is a large issue with misogyny and like, idk what the best way to phrase it is, male supremacy? in korea, i remember seeing posts about an orv panel that had to get changed bc of men overreacting to being "emasculated" (though do correct me if i'm wrong, i'm not korean so i'm not the most educated about this topic). it's possible that this is a direct satirical criticism of those men who are emasculated by "pretty" or "feminine" things,,,

at the same time, and on the other hand, it leans a little bit too close to "gag" territory for me to say so for sure. tged in the past has drawn up their antagonists well because their actions speak to their character from the moment we meet them; lacona arrogantly speaking to lloyd when they first meet, asfahan making the magentano envoy wait for way too long to negotiate, worthroad's whole. situation.,,,, etc. we see these guys and even if they have silly moments, it's clear that we are to see these guys as antagonists. however, it's hard to say the same with the veneto chief. we immediately see him being very Terrible to his family, but then... are we supposed to laugh at them actually being incredibly pretty? and then shortly after that, we see them all get scared of and then swiftly beat by lloyd and javier. then we're quickly told that lloyd has plans for them, in a way that doesn't seem like they're set up to be antagonists? it's so immediate and short in the punch that i really, really can't tell what the tone is, what the status of the veneto's to our main characters are. i can't tell if this is a mere gag (which means wow. the tact of this episode's messaging is little to none) or if it's actually a commentary (which i don't know much more about because i am the international audience, and i'm not korean).

to wrap this up,,, i do wish this opening was done differently. i don't mind swift introductions, it's not the worst thing in the world, and i dont think it'd be right to completely ignore this kind of behavior that traditionalizes masculinity/femininity and harms people for it - it's an important point of discussion - but the swiftness of this opening and how it was executed makes me feel,,, what's the word,,, disconcerted? i really don't know what the tone is! should we be laughing or not? are we taking this seriously, or not?

i understand too that satire can be both, it can be humorous and also lean in to serious discussion,,, again though, it's just the pacing of this is throwing me off. it's fast and loose, and considering tged's track record (and notable lack of direct satirical commentary like this) it worries me that this is a gag attempt, not a satire attempt.

maybe i'm thinking too much (or not enough at all), so if you have thoughts feel free to leave them in the notes. i'd love to hear more feelings on this (though do please leave out novel spoilers/bias,,, sorry ill finish it soon!) as my perspective and knowledge can only cover so much. again, i'm not korean nor do i know much about the korean tged audience. if i missed the mark on any of this, do let me know! and i'll edit in updates as needed.

as for the rest of the episode, it was okay! i am Very curious as to what lloyd is plotting to do with the veneto people,,, and i'm wondering too how lloyd would react to the way the veneto people run things, especially w their families. though it's unclear whether or not the chief is the one exclusively being awful to his family or if its a whole tribe thing,,, i'd like to see a little bit of justice on that at least

i did like this panel a lot, i like when artists do this thing where movements cut beyond the panel borders,, coolest thing ever. lloyd it's so silly that u only look cool when ur really not trying to be hehe

also lloyd saying he's a pacifist was incredibly funny to me LMFAO i'm pretty sure that's lowkey a lighthearted joke (though he is right about detaining the venetos being more trouble than its worth)

though i mean,,, arguably he does love peace! he does like not fighting, because if there's no fighting then he can live a relaxed noble life,,, so real of u lloyd nod emoji nod emoji

i also like the way he's sitting here. god what a creature. he didn't have to sit like that but he did. i also tend to sit like that it's very comfortable lloyd ur so real

wow okay that's all i have actually. this liveblog prolly has the least number of images compared to all my previous ones sob sob sob

all in all,,, i don't want to say i'm disappointed in this ep. i understand that buildup has to happen again (177 was SOOO so good; it makes sense that we'd have to come down from the high and set things up all over again) i just wish it happened in a way that's a little bit more tactful, a bit more organized and slower paced, a bit more thought through. i just wish i knew whether or not it was satire, i'm horrible at reading tone!! i don't even know if i understand satire correctly man,,,

again if anyone has thoughts to share (or would like to help me out in my understanding alskdjfljasdf) please please please say something! i love chatting about tged, genuinely!

in any case, i'll see u guys for 179,,, i really hope that 179 goes well. reading weekly is very different from reading all at once, the pacing will always feel different, so i'm hoping that the context of 179 will help me better understand the reasoning behind 178's opening. alright i've said too much SEE YALL NEXT WEEK

[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part nine)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff,

summary: attending a gala together should have been a glamorous evening, but an unexpected encounter ruin the vibe... or show you the truth?

warnings: swear words, drinking alcohol, mention of a toxic relationship, teasing, crying, i think that´s it

word count: 5.2k

an: this one was fun to write, also the next part will be last and we will end this series after a looong time, which is crazy hehe, enjoy the reading and thank you as always!!

(italica = your thoughts)

You stare at your closet like it personally insulted you. Dresses, blouses, jackets... everything is a mess, thrown across your bed in a whirlwind of indecision.

"Okay, so… fancy-fancy? Or formal-fancy?" you mumble to yourself, holding up a sleek black dress in one hand and a more structured pantsuit in the other. "What does ‘gala fancy’ even mean? Is it rich people sipping champagne kind of fancy or ‘I’m about to get knighted’ kind of fancy?"

With a frustrated sigh, you toss both options onto the growing pile of discarded outfits. Natasha’s invitation had seemed like a good thing, proof that she was serious about you, but now you were spiraling. What if you overdressed? Or worse, underdressed?

Grabbing your phone, you quickly text Wanda.

You: tell me what level of fancy this is before I have a full crisis.

You pace as you wait for a response, staring at yourself in the mirror. Maybe the dress? Or was it too much? But the pantsuit... god, what if Natasha hated pantsuits? Not that she had ever said anything about them, but what if tonight was the night she decided she hated them? You groan, rubbing your temples.

Your phone buzzes, and you snatch it up like it holds the meaning of life.

Wanda 🌼: Deep breaths, sweetheart. It’s formal but not "sell your soul to capitalism" formal. Wear whatever makes you feel hot. Which, spoiler alert, is everything you wear.

You exhale, rolling your eyes but smiling. Of course, Wanda would be both reassuring and completely unhelpful at the same time.

You: That doesn’t help, Wanda. I need a scale.

Wanda 🌼: Okay, fine. Imagine "rich people event" but Natasha is there, so some leather is still acceptable.

You: So... like "sexy mafia girlfriend" vibes?

Wanda 🌼: Now you’re getting it.

You snort, finally feeling some of the anxiety melt away. Still, a part of you hesitates. Would Natasha even care what you wore? What if you showed up in something nice and she barely noticed? What if-

No. Stop. You shake your head, refusing to let that insecurity take over.

With a deep breath, you grab the pantsuit, pairing it with a sleek jacket, just enough edge to keep it from feeling too formal. You weren’t going to overthink this. It was just a gala. Just a night out. And Natasha had invited you, which meant something. Right?

Your phone buzzes again.

Wanda 🌼: Nat will do that little eyebrow raise thing when she sees you, I can bet on that.

You laugh, shaking your head. Okay. You could do this.

You stand by the window, your fingers tracing the fabric of your pants as you wait for Wanda to pick you up. The nervous energy hasn’t left your body since you finished getting ready. You keep smoothing down the outfit you finally settled on, glancing at your reflection in your phone screen every few seconds.

Natasha had to be at the event early... some CEO responsibility that required her presence, so Wanda insisted on picking you up. That should’ve put you at ease, but instead, it just gives you more time to overthink.

Would Natasha even like how you looked? Would people at the event notice I didn’t belong in their world?

The sound of a car pulling up outside makes your stomach do a nervous flip. You exhale, straightening up as you grab your bag and step out.

The sleek black car door opens before you even reach for the handle. Wanda steps out first, her deep red dress hugging her figure just right, and her emerald eyes sweep over you with an unmistakable gleam. Then comes the eyebrow raise, slow, deliberate, and paired with a smirk.

You knew Wanda was going to look good. She always did. But nothing could have prepared you for the vision that was Wanda Maximoff in a red dress.

The silky fabric hugged her figure in a way that was downright unfair, the slit along her thigh adding just the right amount of skin. She moved like she owned the damn place, confidence dripping from her every step. And when she turned to smirk at you, eyes glinting with amusement at your obvious staring, it was a miracle your knees didn’t give out.

Oh my god, how is that possible. Calm down, it´s all good all okay, just pretty girl- oh my god the thighs! This was going to be a long night.

"Well, well," Wanda hums, tilting her head as she lets her gaze roam over you one more time. "Aren’t you a sight to behold?"

Your face heats instantly, and you roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Shush."

"I’m just appreciating the view." She gestures toward the car, stepping aside with an exaggerated bow. "Please, after you, beautiful."

You shake your head, unable to stop the small laugh that escapes, and slide into the car. Wanda follows, settling beside you as the driver starts towards the event.

The momentary ease vanishes as the city lights blur past, and the weight of where you’re going settles in again. You press your hands against your lap, fingers gripping the fabric of your pants once again.

Wanda must notice because a second later, you feel her warm hand on your thigh. It’s not just a touch, it’s grounding. You glance at her, and she’s already watching you, concern flickering in her gaze.

"Nervous?" she asks softly.

You nod, exhaling shakily. "A little."

She squeezes your thigh gently, her thumb brushing back and forth in slow, soothing strokes. "You don’t have to be. You look stunning. You belong there just as much as anyone else."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Doubt that."

She leans in slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Okay, between you and me, half of those people are only interesting if you like hearing about investment portfolios or tax loopholes."

That earns her a small giggle from you, and she grins.

"There it is," she murmurs, giving your leg one more reassuring squeeze before pulling back. "Just stick with me, detka. I promise you’ll survive."

You nod, swallowing back some of your nerves.

The car slows as it nears the entrance, and you swear your heart is trying to claw its way up your throat. Even from inside, you can see the flashing lights, the swarm of people elegantly dressed attendees mingling near the grand entrance, photographers trying to capture glimpses of the elite stepping out of their cars.

There is even photographers?! What is this Met Gala?!

Wanda, completely unfazed, glances at you. "Alright, here’s the plan," she says, her voice light but reassuring. "We’re going to head straight for the bar, get some drinks, and then say hi to Nat. Sound good?"

You swallow and nod. "Yeah. Okay."

She smirks. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to abandon you to a pack of business sharks. I only deal with them when absolutely necessary... aka, when Natasha needs me to look pretty next to her or to stop her from murdering someone with a champagne flute."

You huff out a small laugh, grateful for the way she’s making this feel less overwhelming.

Wanda reaches for your hand, giving it a squeeze. "Stick with me, detka. You’re gonna be just fine."

The car door opens, and you both step out.

Inside, the event is nothing short of extravagant. Chandeliers cast golden light over the room, reflecting off the sea of glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. Conversations hum in the air, glasses clink, and waiters glide effortlessly through the crowd with trays of expensive drinks.

Despite the nerves buzzing in your chest, you keep your focus on Wanda. True to her word, she doesn’t leave your side. The two of you make a beeline for the bar, where she orders for both of you.

Once drinks are in hand, she glances toward the center of the room. "Alright, let’s go say hi before she gets too deep into whatever business talk she’s pretending to care about."

You follow her gaze and-

Oh.

My lord.

Natasha stands near a group of polished, serious-looking executives, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand. But it’s not the expensive liquor or the high-status company that has your brain short-circuiting.

It’s her suit.

The perfectly tailored black suit that fits her like a dream, making her look effortlessly powerful, the crisp white shirt underneath just barely unbuttoned enough to be unfair. The way she holds herself, confident, unreadable, a force of nature has you momentarily forgetting how to function as a human being.

Hot. Hot. Hot. How can one look so good in a suit. Jesus.

Have my babies.

Wanda, sensing your reaction, smirks behind the rim of her glass. "Breathe, sweetheart," she teases before nudging you forward.

As you approach, Natasha’s sharp gaze shifts and the moment she sees you, something softens.

"Hey," she murmurs, stepping away from the conversation without hesitation. Her eyes flick between you and Wanda, and a small smile tugs at her lips. "You both look incredible."

She leans in, giving Wanda a quick peck on the lips as a greeting before turning her attention fully to you. And for a second, you feel like the only person in the room.

Her hand finds your waist as she pulls you into a hug, not just any hug, but one that lingers just a little too long, her arms pressing you close, like she can sense the nerves radiating off you.

You let out a breath, allowing yourself to melt into her warmth for just a second. "You’ve got this," you whisper against her shoulder.

She exhales, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Yeah?"

You nod, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah."

Something unreadable flickers across her face, but before you can decipher it, she gives your waist a final squeeze and steps back.

"Come on," she says, voice softer now. "I want to introduce you properly."

And just like that, despite the overwhelming setting, despite the lingering nerves, you feel a little more at ease. Because Natasha is here. Truly here. Truly with you.

Natasha leads you through the crowd with an ease that makes it obvious she’s used to navigating these kinds of events. Wanda sticks close, making sure you don’t get swallowed up by the overwhelming energy of the room.

Finally, Natasha stops near a tall man in a dark suit, his long hair neatly tied back. He’s mid-conversation but turns the second he notices Natasha approaching, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

"Bucky," Natasha greets, a hint of warmth slipping into her usually controlled tone.

"Nat," he replies smoothly before his gaze shifts to you. His blue eyes sweep over you in a quick but not unfriendly. Then, he extends a hand. "You must be the infamous plus-one."

You hesitate for only a second before shaking his hand. His grip is firm but not overbearing.

"This is James Barnes," Natasha says, her hand resting lightly against your back. "But everyone close calls him Bucky."

He huffs a quiet laugh. "Yeah, if you call me James, I’m gonna assume I’m in trouble."

You smile and nod, "I´m (Y/N)." He nods.

There’s something easy about the way he carries himself... polished, but not as rigid as the others in the room. It helps ease the tension coiled in your chest.

Wanda hums, tilting her head. "I don’t know… I kinda want to call you James just to see what happens."

Bucky narrows his eyes at her. "Maximoff, don’t start."

She grins. "I would never."

The playful exchange melts some of your nerves, and you finally let out a small breath.

Bucky notices, his smirk softening into something more knowing. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Don’t worry, it’s overwhelming at first, but you’ll get used to it. Just gotta survive the first twenty minutes."

You give a small, appreciative nod. "Good to know."

Then, just as the tension starts to fade completely, Bucky turns to Natasha with a look of pure mischief. "By the way, did she tell you about the time she almost got escorted out of an event like this for trying to sneak a burger under the table?"

Natasha groans. "Jesus, Bucky."

You blink. "Wait, what?"

Bucky grins. "Yeah, our dear CEO decided she wasn’t interested in the five-course meal and made me smuggle her a burger. Security thought she was hiding something illegal."

Wanda snorts, she heard the story many times, but it always bring a smile to her face.

Natasha shakes her head, exhaling like she’s questioning every life choice that led to this moment. But there’s no real bite in her irritation, just the kind of resigned amusement that comes with longtime friendship.

You bite back a laugh, can you imagine it? Gosh.

Just as you’re starting to settle, a shift in the energy around you makes Natasha straighten slightly. You follow her gaze and see a few sharply dressed individuals making their way toward your group, their expressions poised and unreadable. Big names, powerful people, you assume. The kind who don’t just attend these events but own them.

Natasha exhales, rolling her shoulders back like she’s bracing for battle. Then she glances at Bucky. "You’re coming with me."

Bucky quirks a brow but doesn’t protest, already stepping closer to her side.

Natasha leans in just a little, her voice low but teasing. "Wish me luck. The sharks are here."

"You’ll be fine," Wanda assures her with a smirk, but there’s understanding in her eyes. Even she knows Natasha would rather not deal with these people alone.

Natasha nods, giving you one last lingering look, something that feels almost grounding, like she’s silently reminding you she’ll be back and then she and Bucky slip into the crowd.

The moment they’re gone, a waiter holding a tray of drinks weaves through the space near you, offering another round. Without thinking, you reach for one, needing something to do with your hands.

Before you can grab it, Wanda’s fingers close around your wrist, stopping you effortlessly. She tilts her head, her green eyes dancing with amusement as she plucks the glass from your grip.

"Malysh…" she drawls, her voice both affectionate and teasing. "Careful with that. Don’t drink your nerves away."

Your stomach flips at the casual endearment, and you swallow hard. "I wasn’t-"

She gives you a look. You were.

You huff, crossing your arms. "I just wanted something to hold."

Wanda grins, pleased with herself, and instead of handing the drink back, she brings it to her own lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip before setting it aside.

"Here," she says, slipping her arm through yours instead. "Hold onto me instead."

Her body is warm against yours, her presence grounding. It’s unfair, really, how easily she makes everything feel just a little less overwhelming.

You sigh but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

After a some time you’ve settled into a strange rhythm now. The nerves are still there, but they no longer coil tight in your stomach. They just exist, humming beneath the surface as part of the night. Wanda’s presence helps, always keeping close, whether through a light touch at your back or a soft comment.

But then she shifts beside you, sighing. "I need to use the restroom. Can you stay here?"

You blink up at her, deadpan. "Wanda, I’m anxious, not five. Yes, I can stand here."

Her lips twitch, but she tilts her head. "Watch your mouth, detka."

And then, with a smirk and a wink, she’s gone, slipping toward the restrooms and leaving you alone.

For the first time tonight, there’s no safety net. No Natasha, no Wanda - just you, standing in the middle of a crowded event filled with people who belong here far more than you feel you do.

You exhale, shifting your weight from foot to foot, trying to focus on anything other than the weight of being alone in a sea of power players.

That’s when you feel it - a shift.

Not in the room itself, but near you. A presence approaching, deliberate and too familiar in the way people with bad intentions always are. And then, just as you’re trying to decide if you’re imagining it, a smooth, saccharine voice cuts through the air.

"Well, well… look what we have here." Your stomach twists, because you already know this isn’t going to be good.

You straighten your shoulders, forcing yourself to stay composed even as nerves crawl up your spine.

"May I help you?" you ask, polite but cautious.

The woman, Sofie, though you don’t know that yet - tilts her head, her lips curling into something that might have been a smile if it didn’t feel so… off.

She takes a slow sip from her glass, eyes flicking over you, assessing. "I was just wondering," she starts, voice honeyed, "how Natasha and Wanda are doing these days.”

You fight the urge to frown. There’s an unsettling weight to the way she says their names, like she’s pulling at a thread you don’t want to unravel.

"They’re fine," you answer carefully. "And you are…?"

The woman’s smile sharpens. "Sofie."

You nod, waiting for more, but she doesn’t elaborate. Just watches you, her expression entirely too self-satisfied.

Finally, you cave. "I’m sorry, do we know each other?"

Sofie hums, tilting her head. "No, but I know you." She takes another sip, eyes dark with something unreadable. "I’m like you."

Your brows furrow. "Pardon me?"

The alcohol has loosened her tongue, and she clearly has no interest in holding back.

"I mean," she continues, swaying slightly, "I was in your place once." She gestures vaguely, her fingers lazily swirling the liquid in her glass. "All wrapped up in their little world, thinking I mattered. That I was different." Her gaze flicks over you, amused. "But they always get tired of their toys, sweetheart."

Your stomach knots.

Sofie leans in, lowering her voice like she’s telling you some grand secret. "They’ll get rid of you, too, you know. When they’re done playing house. It always happens."

Your jaw tightens, but you stay firm, protective instincts kicking in despite the discomfort crawling under your skin. "I don’t know what you think you know," you say, voice steady despite your unease, "but Natasha and Wanda don’t keep people around for fun."

Sofie lets out a laugh soft and pitying. "Oh, darling.” She shakes her head. "That’s what I thought, too."

The words slither into your head, settling into the cracks of your insecurities, planting roots where doubt already lingers.

And the worst part?

Natasha and Wanda are nowhere in sight.

Sofie just smirks, like she can see the cracks forming, like she’s enjoying every second of this.

"I mean, look at you," she continues, gesturing lazily with her drink. "So eager, so starry-eyed. Thinking you’re different." She lets out a soft, pitying laugh. "That’s exactly what I thought too. That I was special. That I mattered."

Your stomach twists, a slow, sinking feeling settling in your chest.

Sofie leans in, voice syrupy-sweet, but her words are like knives. "You think Natasha is really the settling-down type? That Wanda will always hold your hand like she does now?" She tilts her head, eyes gleaming. "They did that with me, too. And the girl before me. And the one before her."

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

No. That’s not true. That can’t be true.

But she’s not stopping, she’s circling now, smelling blood in the water.

"They loved me, too. Just like they love you. Just like they loved all of us." She sways slightly, the alcohol making her looser, sharper. "But love isn’t enough, sweetheart. Not when they get bored. Not when they move on."

You swallow hard, throat tight.

"You really think you’re the one?" she murmurs, shaking her head. "You really think they won’t eventually get tired of you, too?"

Something in you shatters.

Because the truth is... you don’t know.

You never really knew.

You’ve always been aware, somewhere in the back of your mind, that Wanda and Natasha belong to a world that moves fast, one that doesn’t slow down for long. That they have a history - messy, complicated, full of people who came before you.

And now, here is one of those people, standing in front of you, spelling out your worst fears like it’s some inevitable fate.

Your fingers tremble slightly.

Where the hell are they?

You want to believe this is just drunken bitterness. That Sofie is lashing out because she’s jealous, because she lost something she thought she could keep.

But the doubt, the storm she’s unleashed is already roaring to life inside you.

"No."

It comes out quick and sharp, more of a desperate rejection than an argument. Your voice is tight, breathless, like the air in your lungs is barely holding itself together.

You don’t say it because you’re sure she’s wrong.

You say it because you need her to stop.

Because if she keeps going, if she keeps digging her nails into this wound she’s opened, you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold yourself together.

Sofie just tilts her head, unconvinced, lips curling as if she can hear the shake in your voice, can taste the doubt clinging to your words.

But you don’t wait for her to respond. You turn, your feet moving before your mind even catches up, and you push through the crowd. It’s not graceful, not controlled, you’re rushing, weaving between bodies, your pulse hammering against your ribs like it’s trying to break free.

You just need air. Space. Anything but this.

Wanda steps out of the restroom, smoothing down her dress as she moves back toward where she left you. But the spot is empty.

Her brows knit together. She glances around, scanning the crowd. First toward the bar. Nothing. Then back toward the entrance. Still nothing.

That’s… strange.

A flicker of unease curls in her stomach. You wouldn’t just leave.

Right?

A new presence shifts beside her, and she turns to see Natasha approaching, a triumphant smirk playing at her lips. "Managed to tame the sharks," she announces, slipping beside Wanda. "Didn’t even lose a limb."

But Wanda doesn’t react. Doesn’t even look at her. And that’s what makes Natasha pause.

"What?" Natasha asks, her smirk fading.

Wanda’s eyes are still scanning. Still searching. "She’s gone."

The words hit Natasha like a slap.

Gone?

Her eyes flicker across the room, shoulders tensing. "What do you mean, gone?"

"I mean she’s not here, Nat," Wanda snaps, turning to her fully now. "I left her for two minutes."

Natasha’s jaw tightens. She’s already moving, already searching. But then-

Laughter. Smug. Giggly. The kind of laughter that slithers under your skin and makes something burn. And when Natasha turns, she sees her.

Sofie.

Leaning lazily against the bar, drink still in hand, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

Wanda follows Natasha’s gaze, and immediately, her expression darkens.

Sofie notices. And her smirk only grows.

"I saw your new girlfriend," she purrs, sipping at her drink, eyes flickering between them like she’s relishing this moment.

Natasha’s body stiffens, her whole posture going razor-sharp. "What did you do?"

It’s not a question. It’s a warning. A low, dangerous edge creeping into her voice.

Sofie just hums, all feigned innocence. "Oh, nothing," she muses. "We just had a little chat."

Wanda’s hand twitches at her side.

Natasha’s eyes darken, her jaw tightening so hard it could crack. "Where is she?"

Sofie shrugs. "No idea." Then she leans in, voice dripping in satisfaction. "But she looked pretty upset when she left."

Natasha doesn’t think. She moves. Fast.

Wanda barely has time to process before Natasha is grabbing Sofie’s wrist, yanking her just enough to force their eyes to meet.

"I swear to God, Sofie," Natasha hisses, voice so sharp it could cut glass. "If you-"

Wanda steps in before it escalates further, pulling Natasha back, her touch firm. "Not here," she murmurs, voice low.

Natasha might be furious, but right now, that doesn’t matter. Right now, they need to find you. And neither of them waste another second. Wanda is the first to move.

She doesn’t waste time telling Natasha to calm down or warning Sofie again, there’s no point. You’re out there somewhere, and nothing else matters.

Natasha follows instantly, her body rigid with unspent anger, but her mind already shifting to something more important - finding you.

They push through the crowd, sharp eyes scanning every corner, every possible exit. Natasha is dialing your number, pressing the phone so hard to her ear that it might snap in her grip.

Voicemail.

A quiet curse slips from her lips, but Wanda isn’t waiting, her hands are already on the shoulders of a passing server. "Did you see a woman leave alone?" she demands, urgent.

The man blinks, startled. "Uh- maybe? Pentsuit? Looked-"

"Anxious?" Natasha cuts in.

The man nods. "Yeah, I think she went outside. Looked like she was in a hurry."

Wanda’s heart is hammering against her ribs, her pulse so loud she can barely hear anything else.

Outside.

That’s all she needs to know.

She’s gone before the man can say another word, heels clicking against the floor as she rushes for the exit. Natasha is right beside her.

The night air is sharp, cold enough to bite at exposed skin. The city hums around them... cars, distant voices, the occasional burst of laughter from inside the gala. But none of it matters.

They are both scanning. Searching.

Nothing.

Natasha exhales harshly, running a hand through her hair. "Where would she-"

Then Wanda sees it.

A park bench. A little ways down the path, tucked beneath the dim glow of a streetlight.

And you.

Sitting there, curled in on yourself, arms wrapped around your body as if that might keep the cold at bay.

Wanda moves before she even breathes.

Natasha follows, both of them crossing the distance in seconds, their heels barely making a sound against the pavement.

And when Wanda reaches you, when she finally sees you, her chest tightens painfully. Your eyes are downcast, distant. Your hands are gripping your arms, your whole body tense with cold. And you’re shaking. Not violently. Not enough that someone passing by would notice.

But Wanda notices.

Natasha notices.

The moment Wanda speaks, her voice is softer than she meant it to be. "Detka…"

Your head jerks up, eyes wide, like you weren’t expecting anyone to find you so quickly. Or maybe at all.

For a second, you just stare at them, like your mind is trying to catch up to what’s happening.

Then Natasha exhales, stepping closer, her voice low but firm. "What the hell happened?"

You open your mouth. Close it. You don’t want to talk about it. Not here. Not now.

What I would even tell them?

But your silence only makes Wanda kneel down in front of you, her hands finding yours - warm, steady.

"You’re freezing," she murmurs, frowning as she rubs gentle circles into your knuckles. "Why didn’t you answer your phone?"

You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know how you ended up here, so you just shrug. You just know that your chest is tight, your head is buzzing, and there’s this horrible mix of doubt and fear swirling inside you.

Wanda’s gaze searches yours. Slowly, she lifts a hand, gently brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into your face.

And that’s when you break. Not fully. Not enough to cry.

But enough that your lips part, and you exhale a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

"I just needed air," you whisper.

Wanda swallows. "Okay," she says softly, voice warm, careful. "But next time? Tell me."

There’s no anger. No frustration. Just concern.

Natasha sighs through her nose, shifting beside you. "Let’s get you out of the cold," she murmurs.

But she doesn’t just say it. She shrugs off her own jacket, the expensive, tailored one she was so proud of and drapes it over your shoulders without hesitation.

The warmth is immediate. So is the scent of her perfume, faint but grounding. You blink at her, caught off guard.

Natasha just arches a brow. "What? You thought we’d let you freeze?"

You hesitate.

The weight of Natasha’s jacket is solid around your shoulders, the warmth of Wanda’s hand grounding in yours. But your mind is still stuck on Sofie’s words, circling like a storm that won’t pass.

And before you can stop yourself, it spills out.

"But- she said-"

Your voice is quiet, but strained. Like you’re forcing yourself to say it, like you know you shouldn’t, but you just need to get it out.

"She said you’d get rid of me, too," you murmur, eyes flicking between them, searching, pleading. "That I’m just another name to add to your list. That you-" you swallow. "That you loved her."

It’s barely a whisper by the end of it, but it doesn’t matter.

Because the moment the words leave your lips, Natasha snaps.

"Fuck her."

It’s not angry. Not in the way you’d expect.

It’s firm. Unwavering. A decision made long ago.

Even Wanda blinks, caught off guard by the sharpness of it.

Natasha steps in front of you, her expression unreadable, but her eyes are sharp, piercing through every doubt Sofie left in your mind.

"Whatever she said, it’s not true." She says it like fact, like there’s no room for argument, no space for doubt.And when she continues, her voice is steady, but there’s something raw underneath it.

"We did break things off with her," she admits. "But that’s her problem. Not yours."

She exhales, shaking her head. "Sofie didn’t want us. She wanted the idea of us being wealthy. The lifestyle. The benefits." Her lips press together, as if she’s holding something back before deciding, screw it. "And when she didn’t get what she wanted, she made herself the victim. But we saw through it."

You don’t miss the way Wanda is watching her now, like this is more than she ever expected Natasha to say out loud.

And then Natasha’s eyes meet yours again. Soft, but steady. "You are not her," she tells you. "And we are not idiots."

The words hit you all at once. You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know what to feel. But something inside you eases. Because Natasha Romanoff does not give reassurance easily.

And yet - here she is.

Telling you exactly what you needed to hear. And meaning it. A breath leaves you, something tight releasing in your chest.And for the first time since Sofie opened her mouth, you feel okay.

Not perfect. Not completely steady.

But somehow safe.

Natasha must notice, because she tilts her head slightly, watching you, before saying, "Better?"

You nod. Just once. But it’s enough.

Wanda squeezes your hand, her thumb brushing over your skin. "Come on, let’s go home."

You blink. "But what about the gala?"

Natasha scoffs. "Fuck the gala."

You can’t help it. A chuckle slips out, light and unexpected, but so needed. And Natasha notices, her lips quirk slightly, like she’s pleased with herself. Like she needed to hear that, too.

Wanda smirks, looping her arm around yours as they start leading you away. "Oh, I bet you’ve been waiting to say that for a long time."

Natasha huffs, but doesn’t deny it.

Being with them is indeed a big roller coaster ride.

Thank you for reading this, ooof this was funnn. I hope you liked it! <3 can´t wait for you to read the last part!

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Lin | 40's | Personal Blog: Aesthetic, Arthur Morgan, Anime.

☆ Welcome!

☆ I'm just here for fun. Sometimes I post my writing. Trying not to take this too seriously. I promise to try real hard not to disappear anymore.

☆ I don't keep a masterlist, but anything I've written can be found under #my writing.

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misc sifs and loops... i wanted to try drawing and coloring all on one layer. fun and good practice :)

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Day 439 - Cold muppet unable to recall how he ended up on some mountain

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I found this just down the road from me :3