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Sneak Peek

Nothing had ever been easy or simple between the two of you. Perhaps it was the timing, or perhaps it was that you were both dealing with past traumas.

You could still remember the day you'd met Natasha Romanoff like it was yesterday. Her green eyes had lit up the room. When Steve had introduced you as the new Avenger, her eyes were all you saw.

"Nat, this is Y/N L/N."

Her eyebrows had rose just a fraction. "The newest team member."

She'd looked you up and down, sizing you up or just getting a read... you weren't sure.

"Nice to meet you," you said quietly, ever one to be polite. Natasha's lips twitched in an effort to hide her typical smirk.

"You as well."

The interaction had lit your entire body on fire. It was all consuming. She was all consuming.

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This is NOT true 😂😂😂😂

It is official, @caws5749 , my wife, and I are a throuple

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Your slippers are so cute though 😫

Thank you so much, I think so too 💛🎃

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How am I ALWAYS FUCKING HURTING MY FEET

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A little previous look in the Your Family series

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Your foot pushed against the ground, gently rocking the chair you were in back and forth. Nikolus, just four months old, was asleep on your chest.

The afternoon couldn’t have been more perfect. The air was finally growing cooler, the leaves beginning to change. The football season was in full swing, and you and Natasha sat in the living room, beers in hand as you watched the afternoon game.

Nat stood with her empty bottle, stretching a bit, eyes still on the TV. “Another, baby?”

“Not yet,” you responded.

“Okay, she responded softly, kissing the top of your head and then her son’s before heading toward the kitchen.

You continued the soothing rocking, fighting the urge to tense your body when your team nearly scored a touchdown.

Just as you took your last sip of your beer, your wife returned.

“Babe,” you looked up with puppy dog eyes.

“You need another drink don’t you?” She asked, just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes. You always did this.

“I didn’t realize,” you mumbled apologetically. You never did.

“I know, Lyubov moya, I know. I’ve got you.”

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Chris Evans on Steve Rogers | GQ

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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff IRON MAN 2

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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff & Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark

IRON MAN 2

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🥺🥺 thank youuuuuuu you’re too kind

Nat and reader getting into a heated argument about where they are in the relationship and reader breaks up with Nat, leaving Nat to decide what she wants (getting over her trauma etc) and coming back to reader

LOVING THE CRAZINESS ALREADY

A/N: THIS IS LATE BUT IM DRINKING A BEER AT 230AM AFTER WORK SO DOES IT COUNT AS DWN?????

Promoting: Nothing currently, I took a break this week from fanfic night as I am a tired soul

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She wouldn't define it. Your relationship.

For a few months, you'd understood. Your lifestyles were beyond complicated and unpredictable. And making a relationship official could be dangerous in your line of work. But then you'd seen Steve with Sharon and Tony with Pepper and you couldn't understand why you had to be different.

And so you'd asked.

"Natasha, what are we?"

"We are in bed, detka, together. We care about each other. Isn't that enough?"

You'd valued her, loved her, so much that it was.

And maybe you should have been more forthcoming with what you wanted. But in all other aspects, she was unbelievably right for you.

Natasha Romanoff understood you better than anyone else on the planet, or the universe for that matter, including yourself. She knew what you wanted before you asked, what drove you mad, what you cared most about. She was protective of you, soothed you when you were anxious, and made you all around a better person. Except for that one little part about her not calling you hers.

Eight months in, you simply were unsure what to do. All you knew was that you couldn't keep doing this.

"What's the matter, lyubov moya?" Natasha's gentle voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts as you donned an earring at the vanity.

"Nothing," you replied, forcing a smile. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't say anything. You weren't quite sure what she was thinking, and you were beginning to not care.

The two of you finished getting ready and headed out to dinner. It was a windy, stormy night in October- what normally would have elevated your mood. The restaurant was one of your favorites, but you were hardly hungry. It didn't matter that her hand was on your back, a move of protection and comfort you normally loved. It didn't matter that several people on the sidewalk had commented that you were a lovely couple. Because you weren't, not to Nat.

Upon entering, you weren't quite sure what had happened. You weren't sure what on earth prompted her to say it, or perhaps it was the universe's way of pushing you over the edge.

"My friend and I have a reserv-"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence, you were out the door, the feeling of her hand on your back simply a phantom sensation. The timing was perfect, really, thunder boomed loudly and lightning lit up the sky. You'd barely made it ten feet before it started pouring.

"Y/N!"

You kept walking. You couldn't stop, you wouldn't stop.

"Y/N, please- I-"

You turned, seething, hair plastered to your skin, dress clinging to you like a second skin. "You what?" you breathed, chest heaving.

"I- I didn't mean to-"

"Didn't mean to? Didn't mean to what- tell them we're not a couple? Because we certainly aren't, you have made that abundantly clear. Clear for the last eight goddamn months, Natasha! I won't do it anymore!"

You stopped for a breath, pure terror and regret on the woman's face standing across from you.

"Please," she begged quietly. You'd never heard her sound quite so... small. But whatever was holding her back from you, it wasn't enough.

"We're done. Whatever the hell we even are, whatever it is we've been doing, it's done."

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You hadn't really seen her, funnily enough. Perhaps the timing of it all was another gift from the universe. Natasha had disappeared after the signing of the Accords and you had ended up breaking some of your teammates out of the Raft.

When she showed up at your door in the compound one evening, red hair redder than the last time you'd seen it, you weren't surprised. But you were certainly guarded.

"I love you. I'm not standing here to get you back, I wouldn't put you in that position," she began, eyes shining with truth, confidence, and adoration. "I was terrified of a relationship, of you. I thought I was weak, to want something so... human. I was scared to love you, scared of not being right for you, of being a danger to you. I could not have been more wrong. Tearing the Red Room down, facing my past, it made me realize that there is a strength t all of those things. I never stopped loving you. I never stopped wanting everything with you. And I am sorry." With that final declaration, she turned to leave.

And goddamn it, you simply couldn't let her.

"You are right for me," you said softly, stopping her in her tracks. You'd never associate her with anything other than graceful, yet the way she halted was almost too human for her. "You always were, Natasha."

She stood, staring at you in disbelief and confusion, mixed with a bit of hope.

"You can start by taking me out to dinner," you chuckled. She let that familiar perfect smirk grace her lips, before she grew serious.

"Even if we take it slow, know that you are mine. I have no intention of ever letting anyone believe otherwise."

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I FOUND IT

If my asks gets in, write the kiss under the rain after a mission gone wrong. Or after an argument. HSKAHSKJAHSKAHSJA thank you.

A/N: vee i see ur wanting a bit of angst tonight aoeifjawoj. 

Post A/N: oh...oh this one got away from me....I would not say this is a paragraph blurb at all

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Things were escalating quickly, and you honestly couldn’t handle it. You never did well with yelling, Nat knew this, but things had gotten heated and voices were getting louder. 

“I don’t know!,” you replied loudly, your head spinning. The walls seemed to be closing in on you.

Natasha gave a frustrated sigh. 

“What do you mean!? How could you NOT know!?” Answer me!” she demanded, her voice louder than you’d ever heard it. 

And that was it. You couldn’t take anymore. 

Stumbling backwards, your face a ghostly white, you tried to control your breathing. You were breathing too fast and starting to feel dizzy and you managed to get out half a word before turning quick on your heel and bolting out of the apartment and onto the street. 

Unlucky for you, it was sleeting. 

Back up in the apartment, Nat was grabbing her jacket, yours, and an umbrella. She’d never seen you so pale, or so panicked. She hadn’t meant to yell, she knew you didn’t do well with it, but both of your voices had been raised. She hadn’t meant to send you spiraling. 

Once she’d thrown on her coat, she headed down after you, your coat and umbrella in hand. 

You hadn’t gotten far. Your whole body felt numb from the cold, and you felt stiff, making it difficult to walk quickly. 

“Y/N!”

You stopped at the call of your name, turning to see Natasha making her way towards you. She had an umbrella and a coat and she looked so much warmer than you currently felt. 

“I’m sorry I ran out,” you apologized as a tear made its way down your cheek. She shook her head, focusing on the primary issue. 

“Put this on,” she murmured, holding out your coat. You slid into it, shivering still. It wouldn’t do much considering that you were already soaked to the bone, but it was better. Turning to face her, she had you take the umbrella as she zipped up your jacket. 

“We need to get you back inside.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, ignoring her comment. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know it was going to be a secret from you. Fury told me he’d tell you after I left. He told me it was an immediate mission, that I had no time to do anything but get on the jet and put on my suit. He promised he’d let you know, I made sure he’d promise,” you cried, tears flowing. Nat’s features softened, and her thumb brushed away some of your tears. 

“He didn’t tell you,” you sobbed. Close to tears herself, Natasha pulled you close for a hug, whispering calming phrases in Russian as you cried. After a few minutes, you began to quiet, and she pulled back. 

“Come on, we need to get you inside,” she murmured, brushing away more tears. 

“Are you mad?” you asked, sniffling. 

“At Fury? Absolutely. At you? No, lyubov moya, of course not. I’m sorry I yelled.”

She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, easing your anxiety. 

“Come on.” She took one of your hands and began leading you back towards the apartment, ensuring the umbrella was covering you well. 

“You’ll need a warm shower and a fresh set of clothes,” Natasha observed. 

“I’m fine.”

“It’s freezing rain out here. You will shower and put on some warm, dry clothes.”

You couldn’t help but let your lips twitch upwards at her bossiness. Natasha Romanoff didn’t show that she cared about much, so your heart pounded in your chest whenever she showed how much she cared for you. 

“What?” she questioned, noticing your little smile. You blushed. 

“You care about me,” you answered simply. Her brows furrowed.

“Of course I do. Did you think I didn’t?”

“No,” you shook your head with a chuckle. “But you don’t often show a lot of emotions, hun. It means a lot that you show them with me.”

Her eyes widened, a blush creeping into her own cheeks. 

“Well, I really like you.”

“I love you,” you replied, before you could stop yourself. Natasha stopped in her tracks, pulling you back before you could get rained on any more. Her eyes searched your face, for anything other than the truth. Pure love and adoration radiated from you, making her feel safer than she ever had, allowing her to respond with complete honesty. 

“I love you too.”

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I LITERALLY CANT FIND MY OWN FUCKING FIC IM SO MAD

I’m trying to find the one where nat starts yelling and reader hates yelling so she just walks out and it’s raining and Nat realizes she messed up and goes after her and it’s fluff?????

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“That’s crazyyyyyy”

I can't even remember what this is referring to

@z-zombiekiller @wherethewindtakesher

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Nat and reader getting into a heated argument about where they are in the relationship and reader breaks up with Nat, leaving Nat to decide what she wants (getting over her trauma etc) and coming back to reader

LOVING THE CRAZINESS ALREADY

A/N: THIS IS LATE BUT IM DRINKING A BEER AT 230AM AFTER WORK SO DOES IT COUNT AS DWN?????

Promoting: Nothing currently, I took a break this week from fanfic night as I am a tired soul

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She wouldn't define it. Your relationship.

For a few months, you'd understood. Your lifestyles were beyond complicated and unpredictable. And making a relationship official could be dangerous in your line of work. But then you'd seen Steve with Sharon and Tony with Pepper and you couldn't understand why you had to be different.

And so you'd asked.

"Natasha, what are we?"

"We are in bed, detka, together. We care about each other. Isn't that enough?"

You'd valued her, loved her, so much that it was.

And maybe you should have been more forthcoming with what you wanted. But in all other aspects, she was unbelievably right for you.

Natasha Romanoff understood you better than anyone else on the planet, or the universe for that matter, including yourself. She knew what you wanted before you asked, what drove you mad, what you cared most about. She was protective of you, soothed you when you were anxious, and made you all around a better person. Except for that one little part about her not calling you hers.

Eight months in, you simply were unsure what to do. All you knew was that you couldn't keep doing this.

"What's the matter, lyubov moya?" Natasha's gentle voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts as you donned an earring at the vanity.

"Nothing," you replied, forcing a smile. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't say anything. You weren't quite sure what she was thinking, and you were beginning to not care.

The two of you finished getting ready and headed out to dinner. It was a windy, stormy night in October- what normally would have elevated your mood. The restaurant was one of your favorites, but you were hardly hungry. It didn't matter that her hand was on your back, a move of protection and comfort you normally loved. It didn't matter that several people on the sidewalk had commented that you were a lovely couple. Because you weren't, not to Nat.

Upon entering, you weren't quite sure what had happened. You weren't sure what on earth prompted her to say it, or perhaps it was the universe's way of pushing you over the edge.

"My friend and I have a reserv-"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence, you were out the door, the feeling of her hand on your back simply a phantom sensation. The timing was perfect, really, thunder boomed loudly and lightning lit up the sky. You'd barely made it ten feet before it started pouring.

"Y/N!"

You kept walking. You couldn't stop, you wouldn't stop.

"Y/N, please- I-"

You turned, seething, hair plastered to your skin, dress clinging to you like a second skin. "You what?" you breathed, chest heaving.

"I- I didn't mean to-"

"Didn't mean to? Didn't mean to what- tell them we're not a couple? Because we certainly aren't, you have made that abundantly clear. Clear for the last eight goddamn months, Natasha! I won't do it anymore!"

You stopped for a breath, pure terror and regret on the woman's face standing across from you.

"Please," she begged quietly. You'd never heard her sound quite so... small. But whatever was holding her back from you, it wasn't enough.

"We're done. Whatever the hell we even are, whatever it is we've been doing, it's done."

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You hadn't really seen her, funnily enough. Perhaps the timing of it all was another gift from the universe. Natasha had disappeared after the signing of the Accords and you had ended up breaking some of your teammates out of the Raft.

When she showed up at your door in the compound one evening, red hair redder than the last time you'd seen it, you weren't surprised. But you were certainly guarded.

"I love you. I'm not standing here to get you back, I wouldn't put you in that position," she began, eyes shining with truth, confidence, and adoration. "I was terrified of a relationship, of you. I thought I was weak, to want something so... human. I was scared to love you, scared of not being right for you, of being a danger to you. I could not have been more wrong. Tearing the Red Room down, facing my past, it made me realize that there is a strength t all of those things. I never stopped loving you. I never stopped wanting everything with you. And I am sorry." With that final declaration, she turned to leave.

And goddamn it, you simply couldn't let her.

"You are right for me," you said softly, stopping her in her tracks. You'd never associate her with anything other than graceful, yet the way she halted was almost too human for her. "You always were, Natasha."

She stood, staring at you in disbelief and confusion, mixed with a bit of hope.

"You can start by taking me out to dinner," you chuckled. She let that familiar perfect smirk grace her lips, before she grew serious.

"Even if we take it slow, know that you are mine. I have no intention of ever letting anyone believe otherwise."

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Somebody yell at me to write I literally have so many fics in my head

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Oh my god I was def drunk last night. I came into tumblr not even realizing the fics I wrote were mine

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Hi!!!!

Love ur reading and happy drunk writing!

Can you write Natasha being closeted and not being able to express her emotions (has not processed she’s into girls) and y/n being the first girl she’s gets to kiss

Sorry if it’s too complicated or weird I’m just super excited to send my first request

Drunk Writing Night-Accepting requests throughout :)

A/N: AAHHHH HHIIIIIIIIII <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE SO SWEET!! happy drunk writinggggggggggggggg. its prob so diff than you requested, I apologize im drinking

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Natasha Romanoff was someone who didn't really date. She wasn't someone who got attached. She just simply had other priorities.

There was something about you though, something she couldn't quite place. She felt...drawn to you. Nat hadn't been big on friends. So she couldn't figure it out.

But then something happened that changed things.

It was late, after one of Tony's famous parties and you were slightly tripping everywhere, something she found adorable, as much as she was concerned.

"You're drunk," Nat observed, coming up to you.

"And you're gorgeous," you responded, unable to stop yourself.

Her heart stopped and she couldn't quite figure out why.

"Look who's blushing," you giggled, hand coming to cup her cheek.

"I-"

"Natasha Romanoff, speechless," you whispered, eyes scanning her face, spending way too long on her lips.

"I'm not-"

You hummed, moving closer. You waited for her to tell you no, to stop you, to do anything. But she didn't.

So you kissed her. Soft, gentle at first. Then, after feeling her relax into the kiss, you let your tongue slide along her lower lip, happy when she granted you access and your tongue met hers.

When you moaned, she pulled back.

"I- I-"

"Hush," you interrupted with a smile. "We'll talk about it later."

With that, you left the room, not waiting for her response.