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coollemonsaresour · 2 months ago

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Smash Everthing.

A/N: 2 post in one week! 🥳 Regina Geroge 👑 x Reader

Summary: When Regina’s world explodes, you’re the only one who follows her into the wreckage. But love doesn’t stop her from pulling the trigger — not even when it’s pointed at you.

Tags/ Warnings: Body dysmorphia, Self-hate / insecurity, Body shaming, Emotional manipulation, Closeted relationship, Toxic dynamics, Emotional abuse, Mental health themes, Betrayal of trust, Vulnerability used against the reader.

Request are open!

To say the past few weeks had been weird would be the world’s biggest understatement.

Today, everything exploded.

Regina got kicked out of the Plastics.

Literally kicked out. Gretchen had screamed something about “ruining everything,” Karen cried the whole time, and Cady just stood there, wide-eyed and quiet like she didn’t start the entire damn thing.

And Regina—Regina just stood there and took it, face unreadable, lips twitching like she wanted to smile but couldn’t remember how.

You were the only one who followed her out of the cafeteria.

“Regina!” you called after her. She didn’t stop walking. Her heels clicked furiously against the tile, her breathing fast. You had to jog to catch up. “Reg, talk to me!”

She didn’t look at you. “They’re dead to me.”

You placed a hand gently on her arm, feeling the tension vibrating beneath her skin. “I know.”

“I’m not even mad,” she added. “Just... disappointed.”

That was a lie. You could see the rage simmering behind her eyes.

You could see it — the barely-contained fury pulsing just beneath the surface. Her jaw was clenched, her nostrils flaring. Regina George didn’t do “disappointed.” She did war.

But you didn’t call her out on it, instead just kept walking beside her, knowing damn well that this was the beginning of something big.

Something loud. Something mean. Something regal.

You ended up back at her place.

Regina didn’t speak much. She stormed straight to the treadmill, threw on workout clothes, and cranked the speed until it looked like she was trying to outrun her entire life.

You sat on her bed, watching her pace like a caged lioness. That’s when you noticed it.

A pile of Kalteen bars by the treadmill.

“I let my guard down for five minutes, and she turned everyone against me. Gretchen? Karen? They’re nothing without me! And I let them treat me like I’m the problem? ME?!”

Your stomach sank.

“Regina... why are you eating those?”

She barely acknowledged you. “They help me keep my energy up.”

“They're weight-gain bars.”

Her feet faltered, just for a second. “I know what they are.” Her tone was sharp, almost desperate. “Cady gave them to me. Said they were Swedish nutrition bars. Said they’d help me lose weight.”

The realization hit you both at once.

Regina screamed, ripping a towel off the treadmill and throwing it across the room. “That bitch! I trusted her! I let her in! She lied to me! That bitch lied right to my face! And I—God, I’ve been shoving these things down my throat every morning thinking they were helping—”

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

You stood up quickly, walking to her. “Reg—”

“I swear to God, I’m going to end her,” she growled, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the mirror.

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did!” she shrieked, throwing the Kalteen bar at the wall. “You pity me. Just like the rest of them. You think I don’t know what people say about me? That I’m fat now? Washed up? A psycho bitch?” Her voice cracked. “You think I don’t see it when people look at me like I’m nothing anymore?”

Your chest tightened. “That’s not what I think. Regina, I love you.”

“No, you love the idea of me,” she snapped. “You love the queen bee. The hot, untouchable bitch on top. Not this.” She gestured at herself like she was disgusting. “Not the girl who’s gaining weight and losing control and screaming at the only person who actually gives a damn.”

“Then let me be that person!” you shouted back, stepping toward her. “Let me in! Stop pushing me away every time things get hard!”

Regina stared at you, chest heaving. Her hands balled into fists.

And then—

She broke.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted, voice raw. “I don’t know how to let anyone love me unless I’m perfect. I don’t know how to exist if I’m not the one in charge.”

You reached for her. She didn’t move, but she didn’t pull away.

“Then let’s figure it out. Together.”

For a long second, she just stood there, trembling.

Then she whispered, “I hate feeling like this.”

“I know.”

“I want to ruin them.”

“I know.”

She looked up at you, something dangerous gleaming in her eyes, so you slowly take her hand.

“Okay. You need to get this out. But not by destroying your mom’s house.”

She paused, panting. “Then where?”

You took her to the old baseball field behind the school.

No one ever went there after dark. The place was quiet, lit only by the flickering parking lot lamps. You handed her a metal bat you found in your car trunk.

“What’s this for?”

You pointed at a stack of long-abandoned buckets and glass bottles behind the dugout.

“Smash everything.”

She blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

She grinned for the first time in days.

Regina unleashed.

Screaming, grunting, swinging that bat like a warrior queen. Bottles shattered. Buckets flew. She cursed out Gretchen. Janis. Cady. Herself.

She wanted to stay there for hours, but you knew that soon she'd tired out at the rate she was going.

And when the rage finally burned out, she dropped the bat, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

You handed her a water bottle. She took it with trembling hands.

“Feel better?” you asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, babe.”

You offered her a tired smile. “Anytime.”

She drove you home in silence. Halfway there, you reached for her hand across the console. She took it.

When you got to your house, you didn’t want to leave. “I can stay—”

Regina shook her head. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I just... need to be alone.” Her voice was quiet.

You nodded, reluctantly stepping out. She didn’t kiss you goodbye.

You stood on your porch, watching her taillights disappear.

Regina sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by glitter pens, lipstick-smudged photos, and vengeance. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her face was bare. Her eyes were sharp.

The Burn Book lay open in front of her like a loaded gun.

Y/N L/N.

She stared at it.

Her chest tightened.

You weren’t like the others. You never betrayed her. You were the one person who stayed when she came unglued.

But that was the problem.

You saw the real her. The unpretty, angry, vulnerable her. And if she was going down in flames, no one could be spared.

Not even you.

Regina clicked her pen.

~Acts chill but is desperate to be liked. Can’t take a picture without a filter because she hates her face. Pathetic.

She didn’t stop. She couldn't stop. ~Says she “doesn’t care what people think,” then cries in the dark because her body isn’t Instagram-ready.

~Wears baggy clothes to hide the fact that she hates herself. And the worst part? She thinks that makes her deep.

Regina stared at the words. Her heart pounding. Her jaw clenched.

She remembered the night you told her that secret — whispered it while wrapped in her arms, voice shaking, eyes glassy. She remembered telling you that you were beautiful. That she didn’t see you the way you saw yourself.

She remembered how you smiled at her like she was the only person who ever made you believe it.

And now?

She had taken that secret and carved it into the page like a confession in reverse.

Because that’s what Regina George did when she was hurt — she hurt back. She used love like a blade.

She underlined your name. Twice. hard enough to nearly rip the page

The ugliest part of her screamed that she was protecting you — that if she pushed you away now, you wouldn’t be around when she blew up everything else.

Because if you ever saw this… If you ever read those words written in Regina’s own hand…

It would ruin everything.

And maybe that’s what she wanted. Or maybe it was what she was too scared to admit she didn’t.

Because the truth is Regina was scared. Scared that you loved her in spite of everything. Scared you meant it. Scared that if you stayed… she’d have to believe she was worth it.

So she did what she did best.

She attacked.

And the Burn Book smiled back.

🔥FIN.

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coollemonsaresour · 3 months ago

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Collision Course (WandaNat x Reader)

— Chapter 1: The Second of Three

Link to full fic on AO3

Summary: After moving to New York, a collision while cycling sends you flying into the lives of Wanda Maximoff and her wife, Natasha Romanoff. Together, they teach you a new way of belonging and being loved.

Word count (Chapter 1): 6k

Warnings: none for this chapter

Featuring: Full story is/will be heavy on mommy kink / praise kink (there's hints of both here if you squint).

A/N: This is chapter one of my current (and first) fanfic. If you like this then please check out the remainder of the fic on AO3 (link at top and bottom of post) — I've posted ten chapters and 63k words so far, so there is lots to sink your teeth into. Hope you enjoy!

It comes out of nowhere, the car. A flash of navy blue in your periphery, a sudden impact to your front wheel, and you are tumbling through the air like a rag doll. A clatter, a screech of tiles. The dull thud of your body against a bonnet. The crack of your helmet — and within it, your skull —against the unforgiving ground.

Consciousness returns slowly, lagging behind the awakening of your senses. First you see the tarmac beneath you, feel the roughness beneath your skin. The taste of blood is what prompts the questioning in your mind.

What happened?

Your brain is foggy, thoughts disconnected. You try to press yourself up with your hands but one of your arms buckles beneath you.

“Don’t try to get up,” someone warns you; a woman’s voice, urgent but kind.

The pain arrives like a second collision, held back by adrenaline but released now that your brain knows you are safe. Your shoulder screams out, winning your full attention at once. It’s bad, you can tell that much. Beneath the thick layer of agony radiating from the top of your arm, you can just about discern the stinging of your cheek. Running your tongue over your lips you find them raw, ragged and wet. The taste of blood intensifies, and you anxiously do an inventory of your teeth with your tongue. They all seem to be there, solid. Just the outside then, you think numbly.

“Where am I?” you wonder aloud, trying to lift your head but finding it heavy and difficult to move. There’s something wrapped around your neck, something extending from your forehead which scrapes on the ground at the slightest movement. A helmet? The pieces begin to connect; your bicycle helmet. So you were cycling somewhere.

“My bike!” you squeak suddenly, your priorities jumbled in the confusion of the situation. “Where’s my bike?”

“Don’t worry, it’s here. You got knocked off by a car. Do you remember?”

You look up with the smallest tilt of your head to see a woman crouched down beside you. Her hair is long and wavy, in a shade you’d call ‘strawberry blonde’ back home. She looks so worried, her eyebrows frowning in concern. She has nice eyes, you think. You’re sort of staring up at her now, blinking as you try to process both her beauty and her explanation. Your brain isn’t sorting them out properly; it keeps revolving back to thinking how pretty she is, every time you try to understand what she said about what happened.

“I — I don’t…” Your words come out stilted, and you can’t finish the sentence.

“It’s okay, sweetheart — you knocked your head, it might take some time to remember.” She’s smiling down at you, this woman. A worried sort of smile, but a smile nonetheless. The pain remains, but some of the panic dissipates. A calm energy emanates from her, and it’s helping you feel safe, despite all the unknowns which sit ominous and black in your head like redacted words on a page.

Slowly, this stranger reaches out her hand and tentatively places it on your fingers. Cautious and gentle, waiting for resistance. It’s your good arm she’s chosen, so thankfully it elicits no extra pain. In fact, your fingers grasp at hers automatically, seeking out the comfort without express permission from your brain. You watch it happen with interest, almost amused by your instinctual movement. It takes a moment before you register that she’s asked you a question: “What is your name?”. You open your sticky lips again, and manage to murmur out your full name, first and last, as if you are meeting at some formal occasion. You don’t even perceive this as weird, it just comes out, product of your foggy brain.

She smiles at this. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Wanda.”

You’ve never met someone called Wanda before. The name seems so fantastical, and paired with the beauty of this woman, you begin to process some doubt about your current situation. After all, you can’t remember anything from before. Rather like the fragmented details of a dream. Suspicion floods you, and again you try to sit up, wanting to investigate.

“Hey,” Wanda says, squeezing your hand gently. “Careful, sweetheart. The ambulance will be here soon — can you stay still for me, until they get here?”

You lean back again, settling back on the concrete. The pain in your shoulder amplified so much from even the mere activation of your core muscles to initiate sitting up, so you’re almost thankful for the encouragement to desist. Plus, you can feel her stroking your fingers gently in her warm hand, and you don’t want it to stop.

There’s a wailing sound in the distance, and you’re so out of it that it takes a while to realise what it is. They sound a little different here, maybe less scary but more sad. Still, your brain is focussing on the wrong things, and it takes the quickly intensifying siren sound to make you wake up to the practicalities of this scenario.

“My bike?” You look up at Wanda in panic. “What will happen to my bike if they take me away? I can’t leave it!”

Wanda looks back behind her for a moment, then returns her gaze to you.

“Don’t worry,” she reassures you. “I can take it in the back of my car, and meet you at the hospital maybe?”

Her words sink in slowly. Yes, that seems to work, you think. You try to nod, but it’s too awkward with the helmet, the straps seeming to tighten around your neck as you try.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Thanks, Wanda.”

She smiles down at you, then looks up to something behind you. “They’re pulling up now, Y/N. You let the EMTs help you, and I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

Between the cacophony of noise building around you and the burgeoning pain in your body, you can’t find the focus needed to decipher what on earth she had meant. The acronym is gone already, the letters scrambled and faded into meaninglessness. Instead, you concentrate on the constant, calming pressure of her hand in yours.

Until it is taken from you, removed by gloved hands and strange faces. You can't help but whimper at the loss of Wanda’s comfort, combined with the painful ramifications of their manoeuvres. They speak words to you, words you don’t really hear or understand. You can just about make out Wanda’s voice joining a conversation, asking a question, but by the time you realise it’s her they have already answered, they have moved on, moved you, and closed the doors between you.

During the journey, something is given to you, somehow, which eases the pain and obliterates what little perception you still had. You give in easily to the sweet senselessness, and meet all their verbal offerings with a blissful, aloof smile.

At some point, you become aware that the rattling, wailing inside of their vehicle has been replaced with clean white walls and a comfy bed. You wonder if you had missed the waiting room, or if such things simply don’t exist over here. Everything is subtly different, in a way which might have been disconcerting, if you’d had all of your senses intact. Instead though, it washes over you like a humorous anecdote. The one thing you remember is Wanda, and you wonder when she’ll come. If she’ll come. You hope.

The door opens, and a doctor walks in, easily identified by the white coat and confident stroll as he enters, even before he introduces himself as Doctor Schwartz.

Looking down at his clipboard, Doctor Schwartz reads out your full name, his eyebrow rising questioningly at the end. You nod a confirmation, and he gives a cursory smile.

“And… you were hit off your bike this morning?”

“I think so,” you answer quietly. “I, um�� don’t really remember.”

“Right.” He scrawls something on his clipboard, the pen making a scratching sound as he writes. “Were you wearing a helmet?”

“Yes, I was.” You’re glad to be certain of something, finally — even though your helmet seems to have disappeared somehow. “I always wear a helmet,” you state, possibly more to reassure yourself.

“Good, good.” He murmurs distractedly. “Well, I think we should do some scans, see what’s going on. The guys from the ambulance said you hurt your shoulder, is there anything else we need to take a look at?”

It takes you a bit longer to process this. Whether it’s because you really did hit your head, or his thick New York accent — you’re not sure. It’s been less than a week since you moved here, and you have no idea how long it will take to get used to the different sounds people make, compared to home. This doctor in particular has quite a monotonous voice, making it harder for you to hear whether he’s asking you a question or making rhetorical statements.

Trying to focus, you do a mental scan of your body. In truth, everything aches, but it’s only really your right shoulder that radiates an acute kind of pain, the kind that alerts you to more significant damage.

“Just my shoulder I think,” you finally reply.

“Right,” he says. It’s not until he raises his head completely and gives you a significant look that you realise there was a question mark at the end of his word.

“Oh — yes, it’s my right shoulder.” You feel your cheeks reddening a little at the miscommunication.

“Alright, I’ll organise for someone to take you to radiology and bring you back here when it’s done. I’ll come back when I get the results.”

He starts to leave, and you just manage to call out a weak little thank you before he exits your room.

It’s maybe a couple of minutes before a woman walks in, though you feel so foggy that maybe you aren’t the best judge of time at the moment. She’s wearing blue scrubs and a far more engaging smile, and she introduces herself as Gina, a Nurse Assistant. Gina wastes no time in helping you out the bed and into a wheelchair. You start to protest that you can walk, but as soon as your feet touch the floor you feel yourself swaying a little, and end up leaning into her a lot more than intended. After that you swallow your opposition and let her wheel you out and along the many corridors, making you feel more dizzy. She chats the whole time: throughout the journey; between the scans of your head and your shoulder; all the way back to your room. You’re grateful that she doesn’t ask too many questions, since you still feel confused from the accident and she’s talking far too quickly for you to keep up. Mainly she warns you about how dangerous cycling is here, and gives you a lengthy run-through of culture shocks to expect as soon as she hears your accent and pegs you as a recent immigrant. By the time she helps you back into bed and bids you a cheerful farewell, your head is swimming with words like bodega and brownstone and Bronx.

Not long after Gina leaves, the door opens again. You sit up a bit more, expecting to see Doctor Schwartz, but you’re surprised to see Wanda. Kind Wanda from the scene of the accident, looking at you with a gentle smile from the doorway. Still holding the door, she asks “can I come in?” and positively beams when you nod.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get here, it was a bit tricky to find a parking space and then they weren’t sure where you’d got to at reception for a while.” Wanda approaches your bedside, and shakes her head slightly. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter. How are you doing, sweetheart?”

You can feel your body warming at the pet name, though you know it’s probably just her style of talking, nothing particular for you.

“Um, I’m doing okay, thanks. They gave me something in the ambulance for the pain, and they’ve done some scans of my head and my shoulder but I don’t know anything yet.”

She nods, smiling down at you from her position standing at the side of the bed. Wanda is so pretty, it’s hard to take in. She’s maybe in her thirties, you think? Older than you, for sure. She has a mature elegance to the way she holds herself and talks, something you can’t imagine ever being able to emulate successfully. She wears a white t-shirt, black blazer and black tailored trousers. The sort of outfit which would make you look like a schoolchild, whereas on her it looks effortlessly sophisticated.

“That’s good,” she says softly. She reaches out, her hand travelling towards you fingers briefly, then she hesitates. Looks at you. You look back at her, wondering how to communicate that you want it, without seeming desperate for her touch. She seems to make a decision though, gently laying her hand over yours, letting you be the one to intertwine your fingers together. “Y/N, have you been able to call anyone? Family, friends?”

You blush at this, and shake your head slowly. Swallowing, you try to find the words, but they won’t come in time.

“I can call people for you, if you want?” she offers. You smile weakly at this thoughtful gesture.

“Thanks, Wanda, but — well, there’s no one really to call.” You see her tilt her head at this, frowning a little with concern or pity. You hastily explain, not wanting to make her feel bad for you. “I’ve just moved here, a few days ago. I don’t know anyone here yet, and this — it’s really not worth bothering people about, when they’re too far away to feel helpful.”

Wanda squeezes your hand. “I see,” she says quietly. “I understand, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say automatically, even though it isn’t. The move, now the accident — it’s all too much really. You’d love to be the adventurous, independent type, you’ve tried to convince everyone of it, but really you need people. This move has confirmed it, exposed your true nature. But it’s too late now. You are committed to your apartment, your Visa, your graduate programme…

Your graduate programme. Shit, things are coming back to you now. You were meant to meet your supervisor in person at 9am; that’s why you were cycling — to get to campus.

Panic sets in quickly; you’re whipping your head round to find a clock. When you see it is after 10 already, you realise you have just made the worst possible impression…

“Y/N, honey, what’s wrong?” Wanda asks, reaching out to put her free hand on your shoulder (thankfully the good one). Her touch is grounding, and even though you are still spiralling inside, you are able to look her in the eyes and see the inquisitive, caring expression on her face.

“I was supposed to meet someone — my supervisor — at 9,” you explain, voice catching on an anxious sob which you strangle in your throat, trying to contain. “She… I don’t…”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Wanda soothes, interrupting your broken rambling. “It’s okay. We can call them, and explain. You have a very good reason for missing it. They will understand.”

Your breathing is still fast and shallow, but you manage a nod as her words sink in. She’s right, what better excuse could you have for missing a meeting, than being in the hospital?

“Do you want to phone?” Wanda asks. When you hesitate, she adds another option for you. “If it’s easier, I can phone for you?”

“Could you, please?” you ask, sighing out the last remnants of your panic. “I don’t think… My words keep getting jumbled.”

She nods. “Of course, sweetheart, it’s no problem. Do you have a number, or at least a name so I can find it?”

Oh god, you’re an idiot. You should have saved the office number in your phone, but instead it will take logging in to your university account (which would be a feat, in this state) and trawling through emails to find it…

Wanda, seeing the panic returning on your face, intervenes. “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t have it. Where does your supervisor work?”

You can do this, at least. “Um, the psychology department, at Columbia,” you manage to say between little gasps. The anxious breathing has agitated your shoulder, and it’s starting to send waves of pain through your arm again. “Her name is Francesca… something. She’s a professor.”

“You’re doing a really good job, honey,” Wanda praises you, and you feel something else running through your body. A warm feeling that contrasts with the sharp pain. Even overrides it for a moment. She squeezes your hand again, then removes her hands from you to find her phone and start searching for a phone number.

You lean back against the pillow, allowing yourself to wince and grimace now that she’s distracted. Your shoulder really hurts. Maybe whatever you were given in the ambulance is wearing off now?

“I’ve found it,” Wanda tells you quietly, then she starts a phone call, giving you a brief reassuring smile before it connects and she looks at the wall to focus.

You tune out her conversation, because for some reason the idea of Wanda talking to your supervisor makes you feel embarrassed, like the way you used to feel on parents’ night at school, knowing the adults were discussing you. So you focus instead on trying to remember the accident, now that you at least have a grasp on where you were going. But your memories are so fragmented, and trying to piece it all together makes your head hurt and your shoulder ache.

Wanda drops her hand to her side and turns to smile at you. “She says she hopes you get better soon. And that you can reorganise the meeting when you’re better, there’s no rush.”

You nod, a little awkwardly. “Thank you,” you whisper, and you’re glad that she returns to your bedside, and reaches for your hand again. “Wanda,” you begin tentatively, suddenly realising how self-centred your thoughts have been. “Don’t you have… work or something to be going to?”

She smiles. “Don’t worry about me, darling. I’ve already sent in word.”

You nod again — it feels like all you can do at the moment, small gestures and scared words. You wonder if you should ask where she works, or whether it might be seen as intrusive. This whole scenario is so bizarre that you’re not even entirely sure whether the typical social norms would apply. And even if they do, you’re constantly worried about putting your foot in it, doing something which is normal back home but somehow rude over here.

Thankfully, you are saved from the conundrum by the return of your doctor. He waltzes in, absorbed by his clipboard which seems to have amassed new sheets of paper since it last graced this room. Only at the last minute does he look up and notice the new body in the room.

“Oh, hi,” he says in acknowledgement. Then he looks to you. “Is this your mom?”

You don’t know who should be more offended, who he’s misread, though you have a feeling it must be you. Despite being in your mid twenties, you’re used to people assuming you’re still in high school. You’ve been cursed with a baby face and since you stopped growing at thirteen, people often make the mental shortcut and assume you’re still a kid due to your height. No matter how many times people tell you “it’ll pay off when you’re older”, it remains frustrating — and embarrassing — to be so consistently viewed as a teenager.

“No, I’m a friend,” Wanda corrects him easily, saving you the trouble of responding. Even though you know she was just smoothing things over, it feels nice to hear her say you’re a friend. Today, you really need one.

“Right, I’m Doctor Schwartz,” he says, looking entirely unbothered by his faux pas, and very focussed on his clipboard. “So, Y/N, I’ve reviewed your scans and the physical exams they did, and it’s safe to say you’ve got a concussion, and you’ve fractured your clavicle.” Doctor Schwartz looks up, and perhaps sees confusion, because he clarifies. “Also known as your collarbone.” He taps the bony part of his shoulder for good measure, then flicks over a page and rotates the clipboard so you can see a photocopied scan of your shoulder. He briefly points out the fracture, which is difficult to see, but you suppose he doesn’t really need you to fully understand.

“Luckily your fracture’s not too bad so you should be fully healed in six weeks, as long as you take it easy. I’ll get a nurse to sort you out with a sling. So no cycling, no colliding with trucks for six weeks, alright?” And he gives you the first hint of a proper smile, which you shyly reciprocate. “As for the concussion, I need you to rest properly for 72 hours, with a responsible adult to keep an eye on you. Since you seem like the adventurous type with your bike jaunts, you might want to have a look at this leaflet about safely returning to sport.” He unclips a leaflet from his clipboard, and starts to hand it to you, before changing his mind and passing it to Wanda. “Or at least, have a responsible adult look at it, hm?”

You’ve still not got a good enough gauge on him to tell whether he’s teasing you, seriously thinks you’re a child, or just doesn’t trust you because of the concussion. So you just nod, to let him know you’ve been listening. Even if it’s not really sunk in. In a way, it’s a relief to know there’s a reason for the fogginess, and you’re not just losing your mind.

“Alright, I’ll make sure a nurse is here soon to sort you out with the sling and such, then you can be on your way.” He pauses, looks between you and Wanda. “I guess your friend here can give you a ride, rather than you cycling home, huh?”

You freeze awkwardly, realising the predicament you’re in with all this “responsible adult” stuff, but Wanda just gives him a little chuckle, and you a reassuring smile. “Of course, Doctor. Her bike’s in quarantine in my trunk, so she’ll be sitting in the front with me.”

This is confusing and comforting at the same time. If she’s serious about giving you a lift, then where does it end?

“That’s good to hear. Well, Y/N, best of luck on your recovery.”

“Thank you,” you manage, as always awkward with goodbyes.

“Thanks, Doctor,” Wanda smiles, and he leaves the room with a strong swing of the door.

Wanda turns to face you, and begins speaking before you can find the words to decipher her intentions.

“Y/N, you may already have other options in mind, but I want you to know you’d be most welcome to stay with me and my wife whilst you recover. For 72 hours or longer, if you need.”

You are speechless at both this immensely generous offer, and the revelation that Wanda has a wife. Somehow, it almost feels worse when you know the women you find beautiful are queer. At least when lusting after straight women, you know there’s a bigger reason, beyond yourself, why they wouldn’t want you. But now, knowing that Wanda is into women, you feel terrified that she might be recognising your gormless looks for something more than mere admiration. All you can hope is that the concussion may excuse any of your more cringy behaviour, today and — potentially — over the next couple of days. Because of course you want to stay with Wanda.

“Do… do you really mean it?” you ask, then kick yourself for not phrasing this better, doing a polite refusal first. “Because, I’m sure I can work something out otherwise. I don’t want to be a bother.”

She squeezes the hand she’s still holding, and your fingers automatically clutch her a little tighter in return. “No bother, sweetheart,” she promises. “It would be lovely to have your company a little longer, and it’s the least I can do, to look after you a little while.”

Your confusion only increases at her phrasing. “What do you mean?” you ask, wondering if you’re missing something. “You’ve already done so much.”

She smiles a little sadly at this, shaking her head. “You don’t remember, do you?” she says, and you just stare at her, baffled. “Y/N, you were hit by a truck pulling out at the intersection. But with the impact, you were thrown onto my car.”

Very, very briefly, you feel a flash of recognition in your mind. One, two, three impacts. The truck. A bonnet. The ground. Wanda’s car must have been the second of the three. When you look into her eyes again, you see they look a little misty.

“Was it bad?” you whisper. A stupid question, but you don’t remember, you can’t visualise it beyond the vague knowledge you were piecing together in retrospect.

Wanda bites her lip, clearly working through her own memory, deciding what to say.

“It was pretty scary,” she says. “I didn’t know if I’d stopped in time, until I got out. All I saw was this flying object, and I slammed the brakes. But it was you. One moment you were on your bike ahead of me, and the next…”

Now it’s your turn to squeeze her hand, offer comfort. Even though you’re the one on the hospital bed, bone broken and brain mixed up, it suddenly seems preferable to having seen it happen. It sounds awful. Knowing you’ve hit somebody, not knowing if they’re alive.

“Wanda, I’m okay,” you tell her, managing a smile though it’s probably more of a grimace because your shoulder is vying for your attention in increasingly volatile ways. “You did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault.”

She wipes her eyes, squeezes your hand back and gives a stoic smile in return, nodding like she’s trying to make herself believe it is true.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” she says. “But please, even just for my own peace of mind, can I accommodate you for a few days?”

You let out a laugh, which you didn’t know you had in you. “I guess I’d be cruel to refuse, in that case,” you reply wryly, and you feel glad that your humour is returning. And proud to see her laugh a little in return.

“Yes, you would be,” she agrees, joining in the joke. “Plus, I must admit it would be nice to have a chance to get to know you when you’re not concussed.”

“Hey,” you protest, feeling defensive for some reason. “I’m fine — I’m doing much better!”

She just laughs. “Darling, there’s still a good few seconds between me speaking and you answering — and I’m sorry to say you look very confused in those moments.”

You fold your arms and pout a little when you’ve processed this, but by the smirk on Wanda’s face it seems you must have proved her point. Especially because the movement of your arms was an automatic, emotional response — which really hurt your shoulder.

“I think Doctor Schwartz was right,” she says, lowering her voice and using her free hand to brush a wisp of hair behind your ear. “I think you need a responsible adult to look after you, sweetheart.”

You feel your pout faltering at this, and your heart thudding heavily behind your folded arms. Given what she’s just said about your processing time and vacant expressions, you feel a little worried that your body might be betraying you in other ways, when she behaves like this around you. When this thought occurs, it brings on the realisation that your cheeks are burning hot inside, and must surely be glowing traitorously on the outside. You duck your eyes and hug your folded arms into your sides, trying to pull yourself together.

Before you can be embarrassed any more, a nurse enters with a trolley, smiling at the scene of Wanda by your bedside, holding your hand.

“Hi there, Y/N, my name is Nurse Amanda, it’s lovely to meet you!” This nurse has a rather overbearingly cheerful attitude, which makes you bristle slightly. “And who do you have with you today, Y/N?”

Well, she hasn’t assumed that Wanda is your mother, but she’s certainly treating you like a kid, and not in a way that makes you feel cared for. No, this feels disrespectful and cheesy. Especially because she’s already given up on you, looking expectantly at Wanda as if you’re unable to answer.

“Wanda’s a friend,” you pipe up, spurred on by annoyance at her treatment of you. You quickly glance at Wanda, to make sure she’s okay with you using the same terminology. She smiles at you, and nods, confirming your words.

“Oh, don’t you have the sweetest accent!” Amanda gushes. You chew on the inside of your cheek, irritated and unwilling to yield any information about yourself. Your folded arms become a little more stiff, sending another shockwave of pain in both directions from your broken collarbone. “Now, this is going to be a bit sore, but you hold on to Wanda’s hand and you squeeze tight when it hurts, okay Y/N?”

You barely resist rolling your eyes. Wanda gives your hand a gentle stroke with her thumb. You look up at her, wondering if she’s on the same condescending wavelength as Amanda, but when she meets your eyes she rolls hers a little, and you have to stifle a laugh.

Amanda thankfully goes quiet after that, focussing on sorting the sling. It does hurt, a lot — but you’re too stubborn to let it show too much, wanting to be stoic and grown up, more out of spite to Amanda than any intrinsic part of your ego. Once she’s finished, she explains about caring for the sling, how to bathe, when to change it, how someone will come soon with your medication and discharge notes… etc. Given your concussion, you could be excused for zoning out or not fully absorbing all this information. But since Amanda seems to be addressing it all to Wanda and not you, you exhaust all your energy on studying her words and nodding to show your comprehension. When she leaves, with a rather annoyingly chipper “good luck!”, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Well, she was…” Wanda begins.

“A right cow,” you mutter glumly. Wanda laughs, but reins it back in when she sees you wince. Now that Amanda is gone, you feel suddenly fragile. Like the spiky walls you put up for her have crumbled down, revealing the pain again.

“It looked really sore, getting the sling on,” Wanda comments, and you nod. “You’re pretty stubborn, huh?”

You look at her, a reluctant grin cracking through your grimace at her shrewd recognition. “Hmm, maybe a little,” you admit.

Another wave of searing pain rushes through you, and you begin to feel a tear breaking through the barricades you are trying desperately to uphold. Embarrassed, you blink it away and apologise hastily.

“Sorry,” you whisper, grimacing slightly with the effort of holding it all in.

She perches on the side of the bed beside you, puts an arm around your back (careful to avoid your damaged shoulder) and ducks her head to meet your bleary eyes.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart,” she says, shaking her head in a gently chastising manner. Your breath catches slightly at the term of endearment, but you hope she either doesn’t notice, or puts it down to the pain. “It’s okay to cry. Let it out.” And she tenderly strokes your side, where her fingers are lightly wrapped around your waist.

To your shame, you lean in to this stranger and sob on her shoulder. It’s so wrong, so humiliating… but now that it has started, you can’t seem to close the gates of your defences again. Maybe it’s the pain, or the concussion — or just you, responding to her soft permission. Whatever it is, you’re in too deep now. Surrendered to the compassion and the comforting touch. Somehow hoping it will persist even though it is accompanied by, and only providing for, the pain.

It’s a good few minutes before the sobbing subsides and you begin to slowly sit up again. You can feel the heat in your face, branding you with your embarrassment — though perhaps this is the only appropriate way to be feeling after such a display, you think.

“Your shirt…” you begin awkwardly, glancing at the damp patch on her sleeve where the tears — and, oh god, maybe also your snot — have left their mark. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“There is nothing to apologise for,” she says simply, cutting you off with her soft tone and a rather serious look. She uses her free arm to press her purse against her stomach, unlatch it and rummage about for something. She pulls out a packet of tissues, and hands it to you.

“Thanks,” you murmur, moving your arms to open it and wincing when your shoulder protests.

“Here.” She takes the packet from you, pulls out a tissue and passes it to your unaffected hand.

You smile a thanks, and begin dabbing at your (surely puffy) eyes before attempting to blow your nose without making an obnoxious noise.

The door opens, and another doctor walks in, a woman in a white coat, holding her own clipboard and a pill bottle. She’s a lot more to the point, clinical and respectful, which you appreciate after the ordeal with Amanda. She hands you the pills, and explains how often you can take them, as well as potential side effects. Then she’s passing you the clipboard, and asking you to sign the discharge form with the pen clipped to the side.

You read the whole form, knowing the concussion is making you slow, but wanting to do the proper thing rather than appearing flippant or immature in front of Wanda and this new doctor.

And then you’re told you’re free to go, and the doctor is gone.

It’s all a bit sudden, the swift change from treatment to freedom. You blink a little, still catching up.

“I can take your bag,” Wanda says, turning around and picking up your backpack, but holding it up first to give you time to see — and maybe to protest. “Just because you’ve got the sling, it might be hard to carry at the moment,” she explains, as if worried you might react badly to the suggestion you can’t manage. But — and you realise this is a bit weird as you think it — you don’t seem to mind Wanda doing stuff for you, or calling you sweet names, or treating you softly. In fact, you kind of like it.

“Thanks,” you say, shaking yourself out of your daydream. You slowly swing your legs over the side of the bed and slide off, briefly airborne before your feet meet the floor. Standing up, you feel wobbly. But as soon as you think it, Wanda has gentle hold of your elbow on your good side, steadying you.

“It’s just the concussion,” she reassures you. “You might be a bit wobbly for a couple of days. Do you want me to hold you, or do you want to try on your own?”

You nibble your lower lip, considering. It would be embarrassing to fall over as you leave the hospital. But also? The idea of Wanda holding you is kind of nice.

“Maybe…” you link you arm through hers, then look up at her for permission. She smiles, and squeezes your arm to let you know it’s okay.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the car. You’ve already met, but I hope it leaves a better impression this time.”

It does take a while, but when you finally get her joke, you giggle. Your head leaning into her shoulder as you walk out the hospital, linked arm in arm together.

Thanks for reading!

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coollemonsaresour · 4 months ago

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Time out.

A/N: First post! Hooray! This is very much inspired by the works of @reneesghostinthelivingroom Check out their page because it's amazing!

Poly!Plastics x reader

Regina gets put in a timeout for her rudeness and attitude.

It's another day at Northshore High’s library, with your girls, Janis, Cady and Damien. You all were supposed to be working on homework but just talked the entire study hall period. Regina's tongue has been sharper than ever. She's been tossing insults like confetti, her attitude dialed up to ten. But when she snaps at Janis, crossing a line with a particularly snarky comment paired with a slur, it’s the final straw.

“Alright, Regina,” you say firmly, hands on your hips. “That’s enough. Timeout for you.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously? What are you, my mom?”

You raise an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “Yes, and you need a break to think about your words.” You gesture towards the corner of the room. “Timeout. Now.”

Regina hesitates, looking to Gretchen and Karen for support. But Gretchen, without missing a beat, strides over and snatches Regina’s phone from her hand with surprising boldness. “Yeah, and no phone in timeout. You need to, like, reflect,” she says in her gentle but firm way.

Regina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gretchen! Give that back! You guys can’t be serious.”

Gretchen shrugs apologetically, holding the phone out of reach.

“Sorry, Regina. Y/N’s right—you’ve been… kinda rude. Even I know not to say that.” Karen says with a look of disappointment.

“Gina, go now,” You said pointing to a chair in the corner of the library.

Regian gives a displeased look crossing her arms and making no effort to move.

“5…”

She leans back and kicks her feet up on the table

“4…”

She ignores you and starts to check out her nails

“3…”

“Don't be a brat, Gina. It's this or she punishes you later…” Karen said in her ear.

“2…” You said staring into her eyes

With a groan Regina reluctantly slinks over to the corner, arms crossed and pouting. Damien can barely hold back a laugh, and Janis smirks approvingly, obviously pleased to see someone else putting Regina in her place. Regina huffs, flipping her hair dramatically, but she grudgingly goes to the timeout spot and sits down with her arms crossed, glowering at you.

"Good choice," you say, trying not to laugh. She shoots dagger glares your way every so often, but without her phone to distract her, she’s forced to just sit there… and think.

After a few minutes, you walk over, arms still crossed, and look her in the eye. “Are you ready to apologize now?”

“What!” She quickly sits up “You never said anything about apologizing!”

You cross my arms with a look daring her to challenge me. She rolls her eyes and drags her feet over towards the others. She stops by Janis, letting out a loud and dramatic sigh making her process known. “sorry…” she mumbles under her breath.

“And???” You say behind her

“And what.” she sasses turning back to you with an annoyed look. But she is met with a swift slap on the ass. “Ow! And I won’t say it again!” she took a seat grumbling arms crossed

“Apology accepted,” Janis said laughing. With an approving nod, you signal to Gretchen, who gives her back the phone. Regina shoots you a furious look.

Please comment and reblog! I'd love to get input back from the audience.

Lots of Love,

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coollemonsaresour · 5 months ago

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‎‧₊˚✧ Marvel Women Spicy Links ✧˚₊‧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Wanda Maximoff

Wanda riding your strap

Wanda torturing your pussy

Teasing submissive Wanda’s nipples

Sucking Wanda’s tits

Wanda eating you out

Wanda touching you whenever she wants

Fingering Wanda as she calls you ‘daddy’

Being a good pet for Wanda

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Natasha Romanoff

Playing with Natasha’s tits

Fingering submissive Natasha

Natasha being obsessed with your clit

Fingering submissive Natasha pt. 2

Natasha fucking you through your panties (Nat has a penis)

Natasha using her strap on you

Mutual masturbation with Natasha

Using your strap on Natasha

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kate Bishop

Kate sucking your fingers

Kate being mesmerized by your tits

Fingering Kate in a cute outfit

Playtime with dominant Kate

Pussy slaps with Kate

Fucking Kate while wearing a ghostface outfit

Strapping Kate while she wears a cute outfit for you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Agatha Harkness

Agatha dressing you up in a cute outfit + fingering you

Tribbing with a very vocal Agatha

Top butch Reader + bottom femme Agatha

Agatha using her strap on you

Agatha being obsessed with your strap

Agatha pouring hot wax on you as a punishment

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yelena Belova

Dry humping with Yelena

Yelena using her strap on you

Yelena + tribbing

Yelena using you however she pleases

Yelena worshipping your pussy

Giving Yelena head

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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coollemonsaresour · 6 months ago

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This was so beautiful 🤧

Chin Up

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

When you first met Natasha, she had blue hair.

She was awkward, limbs growing faster than she knew what to do with. Still skinny enough to be drowned by a band t-shirt that needed the sleeves rolled up.

You were the new kid at school. You were even more awkward.

On your first day, you saw her sitting alone at lunch. The cafeteria was overwhelmingly busy, seats at every other table were being fought over. You tried to keep your chin up as you walked the length of Natasha’s otherwise empty table, sliding onto the stool across from her.

Natasha’s head snapped up from her book at your arrival. It was a beaten up paperback, spine folded back on itself.

‘Any good?’ You asked cheerfully, if a little desperately. Just one friend. That’s all you needed. The other children made wide berths around you in the corridors, as if you were more alien than stranger.

Natasha seemed frustrated by your inquiry. She closed her book quickly and stuffed it back in her bag. She stared down at her half eaten peanut butter sandwich, purposefully avoiding your nervous smile.

You didn’t know what you’d done wrong.

‘Sorry.’ You muttered, heat flaming your cheeks.

You started to bounce your leg anxiously under the table. You picked at your own sandwich. You weren’t hungry, but you didn’t want to look even weirder than you already were.

A lump caught in your throat as you looked across the rest of the cafeteria. You felt jealous of the easy banter between the other large groups of students. You wished that it could be you. That you could fit in, just this once.

‘Sometimes they steal my books.’ Natasha said unexpectedly. Her voice was carefully even. She tightened her loose grip on the strap of her backpack.

You glanced back out at the sea of students. Their playful banter had a mocking edge to it that you hadn’t noticed before.

‘That sucks.’ You answered fiercely.

Natasha rolled her eyes casually, taking another bite of her sandwich and retrieving her book again. You took a deep breath, settled by her returned nonchalance.

You felt hungrier and refocused on your lunch. As you ate, you zeroed in on a group of girls across the room. They were laughing as they ripped pages slowly from another beaten up book. Your mouth opened in shock.

‘They’re the worst.’ Natasha spoke up again, casually following your gaze. Her tone was dismissive.

You didn’t speak. You stared at your fingers as they twisted together atop the laminate table. Anxiety rolled through you.

So far, none of these kids seemed to like you. You weren't even sure that you wanted them to. The next few years of education stretched before you ominously.

Suddenly, you felt a plastic wrapper graze your forearm. You startled and looked up. Natasha pushed the chocolate bar across the table with her fingertips.

‘My mom always packs two.’ She informed you with a shy shrug.

One of the kids at this school liked you.

You smiled again.

‘I like your blue hair.’ You blurted as you took the chocolate bar.

Natasha’s cheeks tinged pink. You caught the way she lifted her chin up when she next met your eyes.

‘Thanks.’ She mumbled, awkwardly offering out her hand to shake. ‘My name’s Natasha.’

Natasha was your first friend. For a long time, she was your only one.

Then, one day she was no one at all.

You didn’t see her again until 2012.

When your best friend had first gone missing, the stories that swarmed the neighbourhood were unbelievable.

There had been no warning from the family. No phone number, no forwarding address.

The first rumour was that loan sharks were after Natasha’s Dad.

Then, men in suits came knocking on the neighbours’ doors. The rumours shifted to something more criminal; money laundering, fraud.

Bullies at school laughed at you. The joke was that you’d somehow scared off the second weirdest kid in school. You grieved Natasha’s disappearance alone.

You sat through classes silently, dreaming up a hundred reasons to justify why Natasha might leave you behind in a place like this.

Nothing could have been more far-fetched than the truth.

A super spy.

You were watching the live news broadcast when New York was attacked. Everyone was.

You stared at raw footage of an alien race invading the planet. Nothing could be more shocking, you thought. And then, you saw the Avengers.

Natasha did not look the same.

No more awkward and gangly; no more blue hair.

It was the familiar tilt of her chin as she stared up at a passing spacecraft that jolted your memory.

You knelt in front of your TV, trying to get closer to the impossible picture.

Two days later, the city officials held a large press conference. It was hosted on the first floor of the new Stark Tower. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were in attendance.

Tony Stark called her ‘Red’ off-handedly.

That’s what gave you the idea.

There was nothing else you could think to do anyway. Natasha Romanoff had the shortest Wikipedia entry you’d ever seen.

You addressed a letter to Stark Tower in the hopes it might reach her. It was beyond a long shot, but you had to try.

It was hard to explain the national feeling of adrenaline that lingered after the attack. It almost seemed like sure fate that Natasha would reply. Aliens were real and Earth had won. Impossible odds were being beaten all the time.

It was not that easy. It took six months for you to hear a response.

Your phone buzzed in the middle of the night with a text.

Despite the late hour, the message was carefully constructed.

You used to be able to read Natasha’s nervousness a mile off. When her Dad called her home early. When the teacher called her out for exceptional work in class. When you asked her favourite Christmas present and she stumbled over the answer.

‘Thanks for reaching out.’ She began, formal with her friendliness. ‘I do remember you and I appreciated your letter. We should catch up soon.’

The text sounded distant, but you felt certain that she wouldn't have sent it if she hadn’t wanted a response.

You tried to picture the woman that you’d seen on television, but all you could think of was the blue haired girl.

Despite everything that had happened. Natasha was still Natasha.

You called her.

She answered after two rings. Vindication rippled over your skin, you were right.

‘Hi.’ Natasha breathed out.

Her voice rasped unfamiliarly.

Your heart twisted as you heard all the years that had passed.

Natasha Romanoff was an adult now.

‘I’ve missed you so much.’ You told her before you had time to think.

You heard her muted surprise in shallow breaths.

‘I missed you too.’ She murmured after a moment. There was a pang of emotion in her voice, you could feel it down the phone. ‘You were my best friend.’

Your stomach swooped strangely at her words.

You tried to play off the feeling. You sighed with mock dramatics.

‘Now you prefer the Hulk right?’ You teased.

‘Oh yes.’ Natasha hummed, picking up the easy pattern of your teenage conversations. ‘He’s much better company.’

You talked for twenty minutes, mixing nostalgia with light inquiries about her new life.

Before the call ended, Natasha invited you to visit her in New York.

It was an easy answer to give.

When you hung up the phone, you held it close to your chest for a moment. The room was beginning to grow light with the dawn outside.

Natasha was not an awkward teenager anymore.

She waited for you in the entrance of Stark Tower, dressed casually in leggings and a hoodie.

It was unnerving. She was almost familiar to you.

Your eyes met as you entered through the glass front doors.

Natasha hugged herself, playing with the grey fabric of her hoodie.

You remembered the nervous gesture. You wondered if she still had the habit, or if she’d just remembered it because of you.

You sensed her uncertainty as you got closer. You opened your arms for a hug and she looked grateful for the direction.

She fit perfectly.

Your eyes filled with tears as her arms tightened around you.

When Natasha pulled away, she gave you a confused look.

You shook your head, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

‘I always hoped you were okay.’ You mumbled, wiping your cheeks, embarrassed at how quickly you’d gotten emotional. ‘Fuck, I’m so glad you’re alive.’

Natasha’s eyes shuttered with a sudden blankness. She tried to shake it away too.

‘No-one’s ever said that to me before.’ She murmured under her breath, before leading you back to the Tower’s elevators.

You pondered her words during the silent elevator ride. Natasha’s life was clearly full of danger. She was on the front line of extra-terrestrial defence. She’d fought monsters on live tv.

You thought of the fake American Mom and Dad you’d been introduced to. You thought of the little sister, who had seemed so devoted to Natasha.

Now no one was waiting for Natasha to come home safe.

In the elevator you took her hand, squeezing it gently.

Natasha looked at you, eyes crinkling with simple happiness. She squeezed back.

‘Red hair suits you.’ You commented. ‘But, I preferred the blue.’

Natasha rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. The elevator doors opened.

The space was obviously built to be a common area, but it was empty now.

Natasha led you right through the middle of it.

You entered her room, following behind her. You stopped in the doorway, trying to take it in.

As a teenager, Natasha’s bedroom had been wall-to-wall with bright posters. In contrast, this room seemed almost clinically blank. A single piece of understated art hung on the far away wall. The bedspread was pristine white, like a hotel.

Your eyes clung to the only piece of personality in the room. A stack of CDs and a CD player lay on the hardwood floor, next to the largest window you’d ever seen. You recognised the top CD’s cover art immediately; Nevermind by Nirvana.

You looked at Natasha in surprise. It had been her favourite album when you’d last known her.

Natasha met your gaze readily. There was a glint of defiance in the tilt of her chin.

‘Oh, so you still have good taste.’ You grinned.

There was a pause. Natasha’s lip twitched with the start of a smile. Then, she hugged herself again.

‘I loved those songs.’ Natasha whispered, and her sudden fragility startled you. ‘It was the best time.’

Her eyes were careful, but you felt the emotion hiding in them. You moved forward again, hugging her instinctively.

‘The best time.’ You agreed quietly.

You spent the afternoon listening to the album, then another one, then another. The CDs were well played. Sometimes the disc would catch for a moment, but the song would always persevere.

You didn’t feel the need to talk.

Natasha sprawled out on her bed, head cupped in her hands as she faced you. You sat on the windowsill next to the music, leaning your head against the side and watching her in return.

You exchanged smiles back and forth. You exchanged memories of the songs with just a twitch of an eyebrow or the quirk of a lip.

Natasha’s finger tapped at the side of her jaw absentmindedly.

Eventually, time moved on. When one album finished playing, Natasha swung her legs over the side of her bed and stretched casually. You didn’t believe the nonchalance for a second, sure that such a smooth gesture must take forethought.

‘Dinner?’ She asked and you nodded with a smile, ready and terrified to meet her roommates.

Captain America offered you a bowl of pasta.

The weirdest day of your life only got weirder. The other Avengers were sitting around watching a large flat-screen television. Natasha picked her feet up as she stepped around their legs, heading to the furthest away sofa.

You followed behind her, muttering quiet hellos in answer to the openly curious stares of Iron Man, Hawkeye and Dr. Banner.

Natasha tucked her legs underneath her as she sat in the far corner of the sofa.

Automatically, you followed a habit that had been established years before. You threw yourself casually into the space directly next to her. Your fork snuck over to her bowl of pasta, stealing a piece. You tasted it and grinned.

‘Yours is always better.’ You complained, watching as Natasha stuck her tongue out in response.

You only remembered your audience when Tony Stark cleared his throat.

‘Did she tell you that she’s a ruthless assassin.’ He stated loudly, receiving a not-so-subtle elbow jab from Captain America.

‘What?’ Tony retorted, rubbing his side pointedly. ‘She’s never brought a date home before. And there must be a reason she’s called the Black Widow.’

You watched Natasha from the corner of your eye; the sudden embarrassment spilling over her face. The shame that lingered for a split second.

‘Not all names are literal.’ You answered bitingly, feeling an old defensive urge flaring. There had been enough bullies going after Natasha when you were at school. ‘We don’t call you Micro-Penis Man, do we?’

Hawkeye snorted with laughter, Dr. Banner’s lip twitched.

‘Clever.’ Tony drawled sarcastically.

You ignored him, turning back to Natasha instead. Her expression was unreadable as she searched your face. You didn’t know what she was looking for.

You sat in silence for the rest of your meal, watching the generic movie on screen instead of engaging in more awkward conversation. More than once though, you felt the curious stares of the others lingering on you.

As soon as you’d both finished eating, Natasha led you back to her room. This time, the air inside felt different. You caught the loosening of her shoulders, her subtle relief at returning to her own space. She threw her hoodie on top of her bedspread.

You glanced back around the room, realising abruptly that the minimal design wasn’t meant to feel clinical. It was more reminiscent of a spa.

You caught Natasha’s attention and gave her an encouraging smile.

‘Nice digs.’ You commented, raising your eyebrows.

Natasha laughed once, voice so much richer than you remembered. She ran her fingers through her hair. Your eyes caught on the muscles flexing in her bare arm.

‘It’ll do.’ She shrugged teasingly. ‘It’s nicer than Ohio.’

You sniffed dramatically. ‘Less alien attacks in Ohio.’

‘Just Russian infiltration.’ Natasha countered dryly. A tension shivered through you as she finally acknowledged the unspoken. The childhood friendship that had brought you here and the lie at the centre of it.

A burning sadness bubbled up inside you. You could taste it burning your throat. Your eyes pricked suddenly with tears.

Natasha stared at you with confusion and something akin to fear.

You moved toward her, watching as she resisted an urge to step further back. You took her hands in yours. You blinked and for a moment, her hair was blue.

‘I’m going to say this wrong.’ You explained ruefully, holding her wide eyed attention. Her palms were warm, soft and familiar.

‘I’m on your side.’ You promised clumsily. ‘Even if you decide to join the aliens. Even if you don’t want it. You didn’t stop being my best friend.’

You waited for an evaluating stare, a moment of hesitation.

Instead, you felt the soft push of Natasha’s head pressing against your shoulder. Her body moved flush against yours. Your arms slid around her back. You felt the curve of her spine beneath her clothes. The thud of her heart, hidden within a ribcage.

‘There’s a spare room ready.’ Natasha murmured at last, words muffled. ‘But maybe you can just stay in here.’

Natasha held her chin high as she took a step back, regarding you expectantly.

A wide smile broke out on your face.

‘A sleepover? On a school night?’ You teased, enjoying the way your acceptance brightened Natasha’s countenance too.

You changed into your pyjamas in Natasha’s ensuite bathroom. You brushed your teeth and stared at yourself for a few minutes in her large mirror.

You wondered how different you must look to her now. If she noticed all the traces of growing up laid out on your skin.

Natasha was beginning to feel eternal.

You left the bathroom and froze almost immediately in your tracks.

Natasha was standing beside her bed, putting on her pyjama top. It was halfway over her head and her bare back faced you.

You couldn’t stop your sharp intake of breath.

Scars littered her soft curves.

Harsh, deep welts that hurt to look at. Her skin was mottled in places, coated with different shades of injury. Some scars were older, but others seemed painfully new.

They criss-crossed into a brutal painting, brushstrokes feverishly ripped across her skin.

A sharp sense of outrage was already burning through you. A need to fix what had already been done.

Natasha had already pulled her top down calmly, turning to face you with steady resolve.

‘I’m not ashamed of them.’ She said with simple directness.

Natasha kept her chin up as you walked closer to her. You noticed the slight tremble in her jaw when you were inches from her. She held her arms still at her side and you wondered if she was resisting the urge to hug herself. Defensiveness rippled through her. A readiness to hold onto her dignity.

You had seen that stance many times before, in the high school cafeteria.

For the first time, you realised that Natasha did not remember you like you remembered her. She could not recall the simplicity of teenage drama and stupid crushes.

A lifetime of trauma sat between you. There was no before or after with Natasha. She’d had scars long before she’d had blue hair.

There were no words for your new understanding. Your chest squeezed with something like love or sadness.

‘I know.’ You answered her at last. You shrugged helplessly. ‘I just wish I’d been around.’

You touched Natasha’s face without thinking, a careful stroke along her cheek. Your fingers reached her hair and you touched a piece of it reverently. When you looked back to her face, Natasha’s eyes were closed.

Your kiss was feather light. Your lips barely brushed hers. The taste of her stained your mouth anyway. You felt yourself reorientate like a compass finding North.

Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, her smile was shy. You still saw the fear lingering at the edge of everything. You chose not to mind it.

You slept in the same bed that night. Natasha held your arm lightly between her own.

Her even breaths lulled you with their gentle rhythm. Loose strands of her hair tickled your clavicle.

You stared at the ceiling and thought about intimacy. About love and friendship.

The lingering tattoo of Natasha on your lips was spreading through your veins now.

At 3am, an alarm sounded.

Sudden and pounding, it echoed from the ceiling. A droning tempo that had you scrambling to your feet.

Natasha grabbed your arm tiredly, halting your sleepy confusion

‘Avengers alarm.’ She informed you, her voice crisp and clear. You felt like you’d barely blinked before a dressed Natasha Romanoff was walking out the door.

All the words you wanted to say were still on your tongue.

Seven hours.

Seven hours spent pacing the common room. Watching an unhelpful news broadcast and hoping the building’s AI system might finally tell you something useful.

Seven hours imagining the worst. Seven hours praying for her to come home.

When the elevator doors opened at last, you were beside yourself.

‘Thank God.’ You muttered as you hurried forward, pulling Natasha into a tight hug. You breathed her in. ‘Thank God.’ You repeated, more for yourself than for her.

When you let her go, Natasha took a moment to look at you properly.

‘You waited.’ Natasha commented slowly, her gaze never wavering.

You nodded silently, a lump caught in your throat. You couldn’t understand her expression. You didn’t have time to think

Her hand touched your waist. With one finger she reached over, tilting your chin towards her.

She licked her lips, full of intention.

Her mouth pressed softly against yours.

You were a compass and she was North.

When you fell in love with Natasha, she had red hair.

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coollemonsaresour · 6 months ago

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WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria –

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own.

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly.

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely.

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply.

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark.

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.”

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!”

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly.

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone.

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper.

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers.

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder.

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure.

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!”

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!”

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Wanda –

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more.

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for.

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her.

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements.

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward.

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation.

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.”

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open.

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her.

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her.

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants.

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away.

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

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coollemonsaresour · 6 months ago

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Part of the Family: Part 1

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 2

Word Count: 1327

a/n: so I got a little carried away with this one so we now have our first series! I hope you all enjoy!

You had joined the Avengers when you were 12. At the time you were by far the youngest on the team and you still hold the record for youngest recruit, a title you hold with pride. Growing up you had jumped from one foster home to another for as long as you could remember with Shield keeping an eye on you. Not that you knew, of course. You just did your best to keep your head above water.

A few months after your 12th birthday some guy with an eyepatch and a black trenchcoat showed up calling himself Fury. He told you to come with him and you assumed he was another social worker, a creepy one at that, but you just went with it. You grabbed the backpack of stuff you had and hopped in the back of his car.

“Woah, what is this thing?” you ask in awe, looking at the high tech screens around the you.

“Classified,” Fury says and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, where are you taking me?”

“Also classified,” he says and you groan.

“C’mon man, I’m a foster kid! Not some sort of government experiment! Tell me what’s going on,” you catch the way he winces, ever so slightly and raise an eyebrow at him.

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A (Different) Cautionary Tale

a/n: for this story to work the way i wrote it, pretend regina didn't out janis, cady is bi, regina is bi (but obviously leans more towards girls) and aaron is just ✨there✨

regina george.

the queen bee of northshore high school.

everyone wanted to either be regina or be with regina.

everyone except y/n it seemed.

you see, y/n was the older sister of janis, the girl regina used to call a best friend a few years prior but had a falling out with. y/n was a year older than the two, entering her senior year of high school. she was also the complete opposite of janis. she played sports, she had a gpa of 4.0, did extracurriculars. janis didn't do any of that, opting to hang out with damian and spend most of her time in the art room.

regina and y/n had a complicated past. after the falling out between janis and regina, y/n had drove to her house to confront her, only for it to lead to the two hooking up. they became friends with benefits before regina finally got the courage to make y/n hers after two months.

one day at lunch, regina was heading to the table where gretchen and karen already sat, but not before making a pit stop at the table where y/n was sitting with damian, janis, and aaron, pulling the girl up and into a very heated kiss. the whole cafeteria went silent as the two kissed, regina pulling away with a smug smirk on her face. she wiped the lip gloss off of y/n's lips before pecking them one more time and taking her leave.

after much explaining to janis, she begrudgingly gave her blessing and the two became the most powerful on and off couple in the school.

flash forward to now, the couple are currently off and cady heron begins her first day at northshore. she catches regina's eye after making her appearance in the cafeteria, the blonde deciding that she is going to let her sit with the plastics for the rest of the week. confused and excited to make friends, cady agrees and after lunch, heads to ap calculus.

ms. norbury is talking about limits and cady is firing off answers like a rocket when she meets y/n. she feels her heart soar when y/n turns to talk to her. "are you trying to make the rest of us look bad?" cady was at a loss for words. "i'm not trying, its just happening." y/n chuckled a little. "oh, so its like that? challenge accepted new girl." cady blushed and stuck out her hand. "i'm cady." y/n smiled and shook her hand. "y/n. it's very nice to meet you cady." cady smiled as her heart fluttered like never before.

a couple weeks roll by and cady has officially integrated with the plastics. janis and damian's plan to take down regina was in full effect and cady felt her crush on y/n growing every day that passed. with the little help from janis and damien (a very reluctant damien) she talked to y/n enough for the girl to invite her to the annual Halloween party.

in cady's defense, no one told her that she had to dress like a slut until gretchen decided to inform a little too late. while explaining to cady how halloween worked in the states, gretchen's phone vibrated with a text from regina. after cracking under the pressure (all regina did was ask who invited cady), gretchen lets it loose that cady has a crush on y/n. reading the texts makes regina's blood boil and she decides then and there to take matters into her own hands.

she tracks y/n down in the kitchen, the girl looking for something non-alcoholic for cady before the blonde speaks. "we need to talk." y/n turned and scoffed. "thought you were done talking to me after you dumped me for shane over the summer." regina rolls her eyes playfully. "shut up. anyways, you see that girl cady over there?" the two turn to see cady shyly waving their way. y/n nodded. "yeah. i invited her tonight." that sentence makes regina's blood boil even more. y/n was hers and she did not like sharing.

she brushed it off and continued. "well, be careful, she has like a huge crush on you." regina swore she saw y/n's eyes light up at that and decided to kick it up a few notches. she looked at y/n sadly as the older girl looked at her confused. "wow, i didn't think this would be hard for me." y/n looked dumbfounded. "what are you talking about?" regina looked up at y/n with the best hurt look she could muster. "i don't know, i just feel like i have a lot of unresolved trauma with how things ended between us."

y/n scoffed. "give me a break." regina scoffed back and stormed off. y/n sighed, feeling bad about what she said and followed regina. "regina. regina! come on." regina answered back. "leave me alone!" y/n sighed. "can we just talk about this?" she lost sight of regina as it felt like everyone froze in time.

if you were to ask y/n what happened to make her take regina back, she wouldn't be able to tell you because she might have blacked out when her brain processed how hot regina looked as an angel. but the night ended with them cuddled up together in regina's bed after multiple rounds of makeup sex. while the couple were making up, cady made a visit to janis and damian, cementing the plan to take regina down.

6 weeks in and the plan was going poorly. they had given her kalteen bars but they weren't taking the desired effect yet. they had sprayed regina with the sprinklers at the homecoming assembly but all they managed to do was make her look hotter. they had tried to crack gretchen into giving them dirt on regina but the only "big" thing they got was that y/n and regina hook up in the janitors closet during college prep. cady had really learned how evil regina could be when the hair situation came up.

she was at her locker when she saw y/n and regina approach. mustering her best fake smile, she turned to the couple. "hey girl! you sending any candy canes this year?" regina smirked, pulling y/n along with her. "oh, i only send mine to y/n and so most of the time i just get them." she smiled at cady and turned to y/n, who kept toying with her hair. regina looked at her and pushed her hair back, gently scratching y/n's scalp with her pink acrylics just the way y/n liked it. "stop pulling it down! your hair looks so sexy pushed back." regina then turned to cady smirking.

"cady, would you please tell her that her hair looks sexy pushed back?" she leaned her head on y/n's shoulder, smirking at cady. not wanting to explode, cady responded. "your hair looks sexy pushed back." y/n smiled slightly at her and went to thank her but was pulled into a kiss by regina. the two pulled away and regina walked forward, pulling y/n along with her. cady watched with a sigh as the two walked off, watching y/n wrap her arm around regina's waist.

then came the talent show. at this point in time, janis and damian had partially given up with the plan, mainly because janis saw how happy y/n was again and didn't want to ruin it, while damian agreed with her. but cady was too far deep, she had to finish it so she had y/n to herself.

regina was cranky before the talent show due to her new diet and to the fact that y/n wasn't going to be there thanks to an out of town soccer game so no one was safe from her wrath. it didn't get any better when gretchen kept asking her about practicing or when her outfit felt a little tight and it definitely didn't get better when she ate shit in front of the whole school.

regina had never been more embarrassed than she was in that moment. she felt like her life was falling apart. she got up, dusted herself off, and ran all the way to the exit and to her car.

y/n had seen the video by the time the game was over. her heart broke for her girlfriend as the bus headed back to the school. she couldn't wait to get back so she could go and take care of her but she kept watching the video and noticed something. after regina falls and runs off, cady has a smirk on her face, posing for the crowd as the curtain shut. y/n didn't like what she was seeing and she definitely had a bad feeling about the redhead.

when she got back to the school, she immediately got in her car and headed to regina's house. she had bigger problems to worry about.

regina sighed as she grabbed her salad and headed to their usual lunch table. she was wearing sweatpants and was breaking the "rules" but she didn't care. sweats were all that fit her at the moment and she was wearing y/n's soccer hoodie and smelled like her so she didn't care. if she thought falling at the talent show was embarrassing, getting banished from the plastics table was even worse. however, she left with her head held high but everyone had videoed the whole situation.

she ran into y/n who looked over the blonde's shoulder to see cady waving at her with a flirty smile on her face. she glared at the girl and led regina to her table, sending murderous looks at anyone who looked at her girlfriend wrong. regina spent the rest of lunch tucked into y/n's side as the girl rubbed her back.

cady had decided the next day to invite y/n to her "small" get together and even though her gut told her no, y/n decided to take the risk and see if she could figure cady out.

unfortunately for cady, the party was not "small" and half the school showed up at her house. too stressed to function, she took shot after shot before stopping karen and asking if she had seen y/n. she just pointed in the direction of the stairs and cady raced up them, finding y/n in her room, nursing a beer and looking at baby pictures of cady.

cady had tried to make a move on y/n, only to be shut down extremely quick by y/n, who stormed out of the party, running into janis and damian, who was driving his grandma's electric scooter. janis informed her that she won her art show and was looking for cady, who drunkenly stumbled into the front yard, looking for y/n.

janis had exploded on cady, exposing her and her plan to ruin regina's life which caught y/n's attention. now everything made sense to y/n, the kalteen bars, cady dressing just like regina, taking over the plastics, all the pieces clicked into place for the older girl.

cady was a bitchier clone of regina.

y/n allowed damian to take janis for a little joyride to cool her off as she headed to regina's. ms. george had told her that regina had a mild breakdown, which made y/n worry more. she thanked the blonde woman for informing her before heading up to regina's room. she found her curled up in bed, wearing a crewneck sweatshirt that y/n had bought her and holding a pillow to her chest.

y/n's heart broke at the sight as she slipped her shoes off and slid into the bed behind regina. the blonde turned over and buried her face into y/n's chest, allowing the comforting embrace of the girl to calm her down. once she felt that regina had calmed down enough, she explained what happened between her and cady at the party, leaving out the part where janis exposed her. she felt regina tense up when she told her that she made a move on her and relax when she reassured her that nothing happened.

the couple laid in bed for a little longer before y/n finally fell asleep. once she was good and asleep, regina calmly slid out of bed, grabbing the burn book with one goal in mind.

cady heron may have won the battle, but regina was going to win this war.

the next morning, regina had woken up earlier than y/n in order to get everything together. she left a note for y/n before heading up to the school to execute the plan. she dropped the burn book on the ground in the middle of the hallway, waiting for hell to break loose.

and break loose it did. so much so, mr. duvall called an emergency assembly for all junior girls in the gym. regina was still playing the victim card even in the gym as all the girls began the rounds of apologies. once janis went up there, she exposed cady for the fraud that she was, including her plan to try to break y/n and regina up, which made the blonde steam with rage.

regina sent an ugly glare to cady before marching out of the gym, cady hot on her heels. y/n was at her locker when the two stormed by, her gut telling her to follow the pair before it got ugly. cady had chased regina out of the school and to the end of the sidewalk where y/n noticed the bus speeding towards them. with neither of them listening to the older girl and the bus gaining speed, y/n decided to play hero. she shoved regina out of the way before pain erupted throughout her whole body and the world turned black.

"and that's how my sister died."

"quit telling everyone i'm dead janis!"

"sometimes, i can still hear her voice!"

y/n was discharged from the hospital after a week and regina refused to let her out of her sight. going as far as making y/n essentially live with her while she healed. meanwhile, things at school were tense. regina iced out cady, karen, and gretchen, leading her to sit at janis and damian's table at lunch, the trio talking about y/n's recovery process most days.

when y/n was cleared to go back to school, she had to wear a corrective neck collar which garnered stares from all her classmates. but luckily for her, they didn't last long with janis and regina as her guard dogs. with one glare from the ice queen, no one dared to look at y/n wrong. cady had tried to come and apologize but janis wouldn't let her near her sister or regina. regina was grateful for janis throughout this whole process. they had begun to rekindle their friendship and didn't go at each others throats as much.

karen and gretchen had come around to apologize and after much convincing from y/n, regina forgave them, uniting the plastics once more. then came the topic of spring fling. regina was okay with not going, opting to spend the night in with y/n but the older girl told her no. they were going to spring fling, and they were going to look hot doing it.

regina wore a dark blue dress that showed a generous amount of cleavage and skin while y/n wore a suit the same dark blue to match. regina had been glued to y/n's side throughout the whole night. the only time they parted was when regina had to go onto the stage for the announcement of the king and queen.

to everyone's surprise, cady won spring fling queen. after giving out her apology speech and throwing pieces of the plastic tiara to the girls who deserved it, mr. duvall took over the mic. regina walked off stage with a big smile on her face, walking to where y/n stood talking with aaron and damian. once she caught sight of the blonde, she gingerly opened her arms for hug, which regina happily gave.

"i'm sorry you didn't win baby." regina shook her head. "i won before i walked onto the stage. i'm here with you aren't i?" y/n laughed at how sappy the blonde was acting. "oh no, what will the school think when they find out you're actually a big softie?" regina scoffed. "shut up." and with that, leaned up and kissed y/n passionately as confetti rained from the ceiling.

"and with that, our story comes to an end. but remember kids, don't jump in front of a bus, or you'll look worse than my sister does."

"janis!"

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Don't Belong pt 1

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Word Count: 8392

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: Y/n is the adopted daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. However, when science enables her mother's to have twin boys who are biogloically both of their's, her relationship slowly changes. At 17 she's ready to move out and move on, is it too late for her moms to fix things?

Y/n's POV:

When I was 6, my life was saved by none other than the Black Widow. She came in like the hero she is and saved me from the hell that was Hydra. Whilst helping me to acclimatise to normal life, we grew close, and she was a mother figure I never had. I was so shocked when she told me that she wanted to adopt me.

It was everything that I could ever ask for. She was an amazing mom. Caring, loving and always there for me. She had this soft side that not many people got to see. To the world, and a lot of the team, she had this tough, steely exterior. But I never saw that. Not from the moment she found me. I always felt safe and loved around her.

A couple of years later, Wanda joined the team and soon enough, Mama fell in love. I never saw mama so happy. They had the perfect relationship and Wanda took me on without a second thought. When I was 9, she adopted me, and I had two loving parents.

We had quite a domestic life. Tony built us a separate suite at the compound so we could still be close by for when they were needed for missions. I loved having parents that were heroes. I was so proud of them. I ended up spending quite a bit of time with Pepper when they were on missions together, but when they came home, they always had a couple of days off to spend time with me to make up for being away. It was great.

Watching them make a difference in the world, was the reason I joined the SHIELD Young Initiative Programme. I wanted to be just like my moms. Steve became a huge support to me, and alongside him and mama, I was acing all my practicals and exams.

But before that, when I was 11, our family grew. With the help of Bruce and Tony, Mom got pregnant with twins, both biologically hers and mamas. Billy and Tommy made our family complete.

As soon as Mom got pregnant, Mama told Fury that she wouldn't be going on missions once mom got into her third trimester and that after the birth they both would be taking maternity leave. She also told him that they would only ever be sent on a mission together if it was to save the world. Otherwise, under no circumstances were they to go together. They wanted to be around for the twins as much as possible and didn't want them left on their own if they had to go on missions together.

For the first couple of years, everything was perfect. But when they became toddlers, they were a bit of a handful. It meant that mom's focus went to them and slowly I became less of a priority for them.

I found it hard as I was coming into my teenage years, and I felt like I needed my moms more than ever. But I understood at the start. I was old enough that I could look after myself and the twins needed more. But it got harder when every time I tried to talk to one of them, I was brushed off, or told to speak to them later. But later never came.

Once I hit 13, I was their personal babysitter whenever they needed it. Mama told me how they were trying to make sure that her and mom still had quality time together, so had a date night or day each week. Seems they forgot about quality time with their daughter. It got to the point I was expected to drop everything to be there for my brothers. Picking them up at school, taking them to soccer. It didn't matter what I had planned, I was expected to do my job for the family. I did it without complaining, because I thought if I could prove that I was a good sister, maybe they would start to acknowledge me more.

To try and prove myself worthy, I worked even harder for SHIELD. However, now I lost mama as my training partner. She was too busy with work or the twins to help me train. It hurt when she told me that but, thankfully, Steve stepped up more than he had. He became like a father to me. I could confide in him when my moms didn't have time. Though there were still things that I couldn't talk to him about.

Now I'm 17, working towards graduating the youth programme and into SHEILD as an official agent. We have our final exams coming up and I'm doing everything I can to be ready for them. The top two initiates will get fast tracked through the system and be able to go on missions sooner.

I want nothing more than getting that chance. I need to start making a name for myself and to stop being under my mothers' shadow. Once I wanted to be just like them, to make them proud. But now I know that's not possible. They have their perfect biological family. I was just the stray they took pity on.

"You know, you could take it easy today. You're more than capable of passing these exams even on a bad day. You'll be finishing top of the class and joining us for missions in no time." Steve tells me as he holds the punch bag for me. "I just want to be on top of my game." I tell him, hitting the bag as precisely as I could.

"Have you told your moms about the date for your final practical. I'm sure they'll want to be around when you get home." He asks, making me falter with my hits. "I did, but I don't think they were listening. Although they seemed to acknowledge it, Billy was showing them his Lego at the time." I share with him.

Steve knows what's been happening with my moms and the only reason he hasn't done anything is because I made him promise not to. All I need to do is graduate and then I can get moved into the SHIELD facility and start a new life without being a burden on my family.

"You know, you should talk to them. I know you've tried, but really sit them down and tell them how you're feeling." He tries once again. "It's been years now. If they really cared for me, they would notice that they barely see me anymore. I don't even remember the last time they said I love you." I respond, my hits getting harder.

"Ok, I'm calling this. You'll hurt yourself and then you won't even be able to complete your exams." Steve tells me, stepping between me and the bag. I sigh but know he's right. "Just try for me ok. Maybe after your exams. They'll be so proud of you." He pleads. "Ok, fine." I agree. "Now go shower kiddo. You stink!" He teases me before dodging a punch I try to land on his arm.

I smile as I head up to my room. As I walk into our apartment, I see the happy family sat together watching TV. "Hi moms." I call out when I enter. They don't even turn around, so I call out again, only to get the same response. I decide to go and join them but as soon as I sit down, I'm scolded by mom. "Y/n do you have to come in here like that. Go and shower will you." She tells me off. I look to mama who doesn't even glance in my direction. "Sorry, I was training for my final exam." I explain but once again, nothing. I let out a small humourless chuckle to myself as I leave the living room. Every day, I feel more and more like I don't belong here anymore.

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I did it! I actually passed! Not only did I pass, I topped the class. I think I even saw Fury smile. I'm so happy, nothing can burst my bubble right now. As a class, we all decide that we're going to celebrate tonight. We've been a tight group and it'll be nice to actually spend time together without having to study or practice.

I practically run back to the compound, smiling ear to ear. "Someone's happy." Steve calls out to me as I rush through the kitchen. "Someone might be your partner one day!" I call out as I keep on towards my destination of finding my parents. "Can't wait kiddo. Well done! Knew you could do it!" Steve shouts after me.

"Y/n, don't run!" Mama scolds me as I find them in the living room. "Sorry, but I have to tell you something that I know you'll want to hear." I apologise with a smile on my face. "Not now Y/n. We're about to head out. The boys just need dinner and don't let them stay up late." She tells me. That's when I notice that she's dressed up in her best jacket.

"I can't look after the twins tonight. Our class are going to celebrate." I explain, hoping she might ask why we're celebrating. But that would be wishful thinking. "Time with your friends can wait Y/n." She tells me without even looking up at me, too focused on her phone. "Can't one of the others watch them. Just for tonight. I've never asked before. But just this once. Please." I practically beg, but to no use. "Stop being selfish and just watch the boys." She snaps, making a lump form in my throat.

"Fine." I mumble, leaving the room and head out of our apartment. "Where are you going?" She calls after me. "To see Steve. Don't worry, I'll be back to watch your precious boys." I talk back whilst leaving, hearing her call after me.

I make my way to find Steve. I know he'll be excited with my results. I wipe at my eyes for the few traitorous tears that fell. "So, I hear someone will be an Avenger in no time." Tony says as I walk into the kitchen. "I think I'll stick with SHIELD." I respond. I have no desire to be a full time Avenger. I'll be around to see my moms live their perfect life without me.

"I'm proud of you kiddo." Steve smiles at me, pulling me into a hug. "Thanks, old man. I couldn't have done it without you." I tell him truthfully, squeezing him tighter. "Your mom's must be proud. Especially Nat. Now's the time for celebrating." Pepper says. "Oh, I'm babysitting the boys tonight." I respond, trying to hide my disappointment. I notice that all others share a look.

They have all noticed how my relationship has changed with my moms, but thankfully, never brought it up. "We could watch them. Let you go out with your class. I know how much you've been looking forward to it." Pepper offers kindly. "Thanks, but mama said it had to be me." I reply. "Sorry kiddo." Steve says, wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok. I better go back before I get into trouble. I just wanted to tell you all about the results." I tell them.

"Of course Y/n. We're so proud of you. I can't wait to work with you." Tony pats me on the shoulder, whilst the others all give me a hug. "We'll do something together tomorrow." Steve promises and I nod. "I'd like that." I reply, taking a deep breath before heading back home.

When I get back to the apartment, both mom and mama are waiting to go. "Good, you're back. We'll be home late." Mom tells me, turning to leave. "And we'll talk about your attitude in the morning." Mama adds on with a stern look before turning to leave. "I love you." I call out after them. No response. My head drops. I really have just become the live in nanny.

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The next day, I didn't have to face my moms in the morning. They had taken the boys to the park and out for breakfast. I didn't even get an invite. But thankfully, Steve is taking me for dinner tonight to celebrate the passing of my exams and my imminent graduation.

He's taken me to my favourite Italian restaurant. It's nice to have this time. Steve really has been the only parent I've had recently. I'm so grateful for him. "So your moms don't know?" Steve asks as I tell him that I've been told I can move into SHIELD accommodation in a few days. "I've tried, but as usual, I barely have a conversation with them anymore. They probably wouldn't even notice that I've gone." I admit the painful truth. "Do you think they even still love me?" I ask the question that has been haunting me for a long time now.

Steve looks at me with a sympathetic look. He reaches out and takes my hand. "Oh Y/n. I'm sure they do. They just got lost in the boys and have forgot, that even though you're a teenager, you still need them." He tries to defend them. "If you say so." I mumble, not believing him.

"Well, I have something that might cheer you up." Steve says, changing the subject. "Oh yeah, and what might that be Captain?" I ask with a smirk, making him roll his eyes. "I spoke with Fury, and he already has a mission for you. It's nothing too big, a simple in and out to get some data." Steve explains, making a smile grow on my face. "Really? Me on a mission already?" I question and he nods. "Fury would have had you on them earlier. You've been the best recruit the programme has seen. But he had to follow protocol. There is one downside though." He shares. "Oh God, don't tell me it's with my mother?" I ask making him laugh. "No, just this old man." He responds. "Really? I'm going with you?" I ask excitedly. "Yeah, you don't need me. But I wanted to see you in action on your first mission. I really am proud of you kiddo. I'm glad that I've had a front row seat to seeing you become the woman you have." He expresses honestly, taking me off guard.

The rest of dinner is lovely, and I have a really nice time. It's nice to actually have someone care about your achievements. However, that happiness soon disappears when I enter the apartment to two angry moms. "Where do you think you've been? You've not been answering your phone." Mama yells at me. I reach into my pocket and see that my phone is dead.

"Sorry, my cell died." I tell her, but that doesn't help. "So, are you going to share where you were without telling us? It's 10pm Y/n!" Mom now joins in. "I was having dinner with Steve." I share. "Until this late. Why would you be going out for dinner on a school night? Why didn't he ask us first?" Mama questions me.

"We went out to celebrate when I missed going with my class. And it's not a school night. The programme has finished now." I tell them, trying to keep my cool. "Is this about that party you couldn't go to last night?" Mom asks. "No, actually, it was having someone to celebrate with that I finished top of my class and am now officially a SHIELD agent!" I snap back, taking them both by surprise.

"You've had your final exams already?" Mom asks, stepping closer but I pull away. "Yeah, I have told you on a number of occasions. But apparently you don't listen to me anymore." I admit, feeling tears building. "You finished top?" Mama says proudly, but I just scoff. Her pride is too late. "Like you even care." I growl. "Don't talk to your mother like that." Mom tells me off.

"Like what? You haven't given me the time of day in years. Why do you suddenly care that I was out late. Was I not around to be your personal babysitter? Or were you just annoyed I wasn't there for the one time you noticed I wasn't around." I call them both out taking them by surprise.

"Y/n it was one night." Mom tries to deny more calmly. "No, it wasn't. It's always the twins this, the twins that. I have to make allowances for them in my life and stop what I'm doing to be there to babysit them. When was the last time that you spent any time with me? When did you last tell me you love me or even acknowledge me?" I shout, tears falling down my cheeks, as my parents stand staring at me in shock.

"I have worked my ass off with SHIELD so I can get in and earn my spot with them. Where I can have my own place and start a life for myself. Because I clearly haven't been a part of this family for a long time." I share how I've been feeling. I notice that both their eyes tear up. "Oh Y/n, sweetheart, that's not the case. Of course you belong." Mama tries to argue, moving closer with a shaky hand out in front of her. I don't reach out. In fact, I move away. "Well neither of your actions have shown it in the last few years." I point out, making mom cry harder. "Look it's fine. I get it. I'm not your biological child. Billy and Tommy are. I'll always be grateful for you saving me from Hydra, but you've got your family now. Don't worry, I'll be gone in a couple of days." I say sadly before heading to my room, my moms frozen in shock in their spot.

I slam the door shut behind me, locking it and falling onto my bed. I bury my head into the pillow and sob. All the emotions I've been bottling up come out. My whole body wracks with each sob as I realise, it's official. I really have lost my family now.

Nat's POV:

I feel the tears slowly falling down my cheeks as I realise that my daughter stood before me as a broken girl who thinks her moms don't love her anymore. By the time I come to my senses, Y/n is already gone, and I'm left facing my wife who is sobbing. "Have we really been putting the boys first so much she thinks that we don't want her anymore?" I say at a whisper, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"It's my fault. Things changed when I came into the picture, and we started trying for our own babies. We didn't even consider how that must have made her feel. We didn't even reassure her that we would still love her just as much, regardless of if the boys were ours biologically or not." Wanda responds.

I quickly move forward and wrap my arms around her. "It's not your fault my love. We both wanted that. Our lives are significantly better with you in them Wanda. But you're right. We should have tried harder to make sure we involved Y/n and showed her will still love her." I comfort her.

I can't believe that I've let Y/n get to this point. The day I found her in that cell, she changed my life for the better. She not only made me a mother, but she made me more human. She made me see there was more than being an Avenger. She is the reason that I who I am today. Yet I've neglected her. I got so focused on the twins that I didn't even notice how little I have seen Y/n.

"We should go and talk to her." I suggest whilst Wanda still clings to me. "She was angry. We should give her some space. Let's take her for breakfast in the morning. I'll ask Pepper to watch the boys and we can start to make this right." She counters. "But..." I start, not wanting to leave this longer than we have to. "This is our daughter we're talking about. She has your temper." Wanda tearily chuckles. "Hey!" I poorly defend. She's right though. She might not be biologically mine, but she is my mini me.

That night I don't sleep. All I can think of is every time that I blew Y/n off and decided to spend time with the twins instead. When did we stop doing things as a family? I try and think of the last time I trained with her or helped her prepare for her exams. God, how did I not even know she was taking them this week?! "Your thoughts are loud Detka." Wanda mumbles sleepily as she turns over to look at me. When she sees the distress on my face, she gives me a sympathetic smile. "She has worked so hard, and we didn't even know she was completing her final exams. She told us yet neither of us remembered or even heard her apparently. We are awful moms!" I sigh.

Wanda moves and pulls me into her embrace. "I know. I feel awful too. I'm so proud of her though. She finished top. She's just like you." She shares. "She's moving out." I realise whilst Wanda just looks at me confused. "What do you mean?" She questions. "She said she would be gone in a few days. She must have been assigned a room at SHIELD. Our little girl was ready to leave the nest and we didn't even know." I respond, another wave of sadness washing over me.

"We'll talk to her and make her see that she is still very much wanted here. If she still wants to move out that's fine, but she has to know that we love her and always have. We can't change the past but we sure as hell can make sure we change the future and how see feels." She says determined.

Neither of us really sleep. I think we regret not talking to her last night. But our tiredness soon takes over and we get some much need kip. It definitely won't do any of us favours when we talk to Y/n in the morning. She won't make it easy on us and I don't want to snap because I'm too tired.

When we eventually get up, we check on the boys and I go to ask Pepper if she would mind watching the boys. "Is Y/n not available?" Pepper asks with a humourless chuckle. "What? No, we're going to take her to breakfast." I respond, surprised at the bite to her tone. She hums in surprise. "I'll take the boys. Make sure you treat that girl. She definitely deserves it." She tells me firmly. I nod and thank her before going to get the boys.

"Everything ok?" Wanda asks me when I take Billy from her. "Whilst we've been failing to notice Y/n, I think everyone else has noticed our behaviour. It's very frosty down there." I tell her and she nods sadly. I guess we can't expect anything less.

It makes me wonder what could have happened if we didn't have everyone else around. They have clearly been supportive to her and been there when Wanda and I should have. What if she didn't have that support, would she have even still been with us?

Shaking off the thought, Wanda and I take the boys to the compound living room, where we receive a number of glares from the team that were there. Thankfully, nothing is said, but my guilt keeps on growing.

With the boys sorted, I take Wanda's hand and we head to Y/n's room. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. We wait anxiously but get no response. I try again, calling out to her this time. "Y/n, honey. Can we come in?" I ask, but once again, we're met by silence.

I look to Wanda who's got a concerned look on her face. "Sweetheart, we're going to come in now." Wanda speaks up and pushes down on the door handle. I'm surprised when it opens but that is soon replaced by shock when I see her room practically empty. There are a couple of boxes with her stuff in, but most of her clothes have gone.

I let go of Wanda's hand and quickly move into the ensuite to see if she's in there, but I'm met by more empty cabinets. Panic builds within me to know that she's gone. "Where is she?" Wanda asks as stands by the chest of draws, picking up photos that had been turned upside. She lets out a muffled sob when she sees they're our family photos. What have we done to our daughter.

"She's probably asked Fury if she could move sooner. Considering how much he loves her, I'm sure he would have done anything to get her in as soon as possible." I respond, letting out a sigh. "But she's only 17. She's still a kid." Wanda argues. "I know babe. But when she signed up, it was part of the contract that I signed as her parent. Besides, she turns 18 next week and we'd have no say anyway." I admit.

"Shit, is it already her birthday? We've done nothing to prepare for that. In fact, I'm sure we both forgot." Wanda exhales, running her hands through her hair, whilst I made sure all the photos were back upright. Though, I notice our last family photo was back when Y/n was just 15. We've got hundreds of photos with the twins, but it's been over two years since we've had a complete family photo.

Wanting to know that Y/n is ok, I grab my phone out and hit Fury's number. It rings out and I let out a sigh before trying Maria. "Romanoff." She greets me. "Hill, I was wondering if you could tell me if Y/n has moved into her room yet and if so where she's been placed. Wanda and I want to surprise her." I try my luck.

"I'm sorry, Y/n has asked that we don't disclose her room location at the moment. She has been allowed early move in, so will be in a position to share once the other agents are moving." Hill responds. "Please, Maria, I'm asking you as a friend. We really need to see Y/n." I plead, hoping she'll have sympathy on me. "And I'm telling you as a friend that how you treated your own daughter is unacceptable. Do you know why she was the best cadet to come through?" She calls me out. "No." I respond in a whisper. "Initially it was because she was trying to be just like her hero mothers. But she got even better when she was fighting to make her own name for herself to start her life over. I watched her personality change to become guarded and her walls built high. That's what you did to her Nat." She scolds me through the phone.

"I know Maria. We have fucked up more than we thought possible and we're trying to make this right. We can't do that if we can't even speak with her." I counter. "This isn't something you can just fix with a talk and a hug. This is years of you slowly neglecting her. Pushing yourself onto her is not going to help with that." Maria warns me. I know she's right. We'll end up pushing Y/n away if we're not careful. But I also know that I can't wait to fix this. I want my baby girl to know how much I love her. Despite my inability to show her these last few years.

Wanda and I spend the day trying to get any information on where Y/n might be. We get a lot of cold shoulders, and our questions often go answered. I even spend time hanging around the Shield accommodation to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. My lucks not in and I return home deflated.

When I walk through the door, a smile forms on my face as I see Wanda giving the boys dinner. "Any luck?" She asks. I just shake my head. "We'll find her." She says confidently. "When was the last time we had dinner with Y/n?" I ask, looking to Wanda who's looking at me sympathetically. "Detka, you are punishing yourself by think that." She scolds me lightly. "It's true though. She asked when we last said I love you to her. I've been trying to think, and I don't remember. How can a mother not remember when they last said I love you to their child. Have we really subconsciously disregarded her because she isn't biologically ours?" I share my thoughts, tears falling freely down my face.

Wanda quickly moves from the table, leaving the boys to carry on talking about the latest Nintendo game they're playing. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in close. "We let ourselves get lost in the boys. They were a handful and we were blessed with a daughter who was selfless and caring. Subconsciously, we took advantage of that. But that changes now ok." She responds as I nod in the crock of her neck. We really need to fix this.

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It's been a few days and we've still had no luck in seeing Y/n. Wanda and I decided to go to Shield to talk to Fury today, whilst the boys were in school. I head straight to his office, knocking twice before heading in, not caring if he's busy. "Romanoff, Maximoff. What can I do for you?" He asks, moving his gaze from the laptop in front of him.

"It's been long enough now Fury. The other agents have started moving in and Y/n is still only 17, so tell us where she is staying." I demand, my tone harsh. "I can give you her room allocation, but she's not there." Fury responds, just angering me more. "Then where the hell is she?!" I shout, only calming down when I feel Wanda squeeze my hand. "She's on a mission. She'll back tomorrow." He responds nonchalantly.

"A mission? She's 17 Fury! How is she already going on a mission?!" Wanda responds before I even manage to direct my own anger into words. "She is almost 18 and finished top of her class. You knew that was a possibility when you signed her up Romanoff. She has the potential to be the best agent we've seen. She is ready." Fury retorts, but I'm still not happy. "She's just a kid, she could get hurt." I growl, worry taking over me.

"Natasha, she is far from the kid you think she is. If you still trained with her, you'd see that she can almost beat Steve in hand to hand combat and her weapons skill matches your own, if not better in some instances." He points out and I realise how little I actually know my daughter right now. "Look, I'll keep you posted when she's back." Fury concedes after a moment silence.

"Thank you. Is she on her own?" I ask but he shakes his head. "Steve went to be on comms." He replies and that puts my mind at ease a little. He loves her like his own, he'll do everything that he can to protect her. "Ok. Thank you." I say, taking Wanda's hand a heading home.

"We've missed so much Nat. Y/n used to tell us everything about her training and classes. We've created an environment where she doesn't feel like she can share with us anymore. She was probably so excited to get a chance on her first mission. But instead of us being with her and making sure she's prepared, we didn't even know she had gone." Wanda agonises.

"I'm worried that we may not be able to fix this. If her walls have gone up, they'll be near impossible to knock them down." I sigh. "You had walls once. What helped you to let them down?" Wanda asks. "Y/n." I respond, my gaze dropping to my hands. "Then we find away to be the same for her." Wanda tries to comfort me. But how can the people that caused her this pain, be the ones to pull her through.

The next morning is quiet whilst we get the boys ready for school. They asked this morning where Y/n was and that they missed her. It broke my heart. Because of our actions, not only is Y/n feeling alone, isolated, and not part of this family, but her brother might lose the chance of having their sister in their lives.

When we get home, we end up just sat waiting for any news that Y/n is on her way home so we can greet her. I want to be able to hear all about how her first mission went and actually be apart of something so special to her. I may not have shown it, but I've always been proud of her. She is talented and I loved training with her. I had always planned to join her again once the twins were old enough. But I didn't and it seems that I have missed out on so much.

Whilst I'm preparing lunch, I hear Friday's alarm go off and my ears tune in. "Emergency medical team to the landing bay. Emergency medical team to the landing bay." I don't even think before I'm dropping the knife onto the countertop. I go to call for Wanda, but she rushes in from the bedroom. "Something's wrong with Jess. I can feel it." She says worriedly. "Let's go." I say, taking her hand and rushing through the compound to get to the landing bay.

Cho is waiting, along with a nursing staff. "Is it Y/n?" I ask as we come to a halt next to her. It feels like an age before she responds. A small nod of the head breaks my heart. "H-how bad?" Wanda asks, a tremble to her voice. "Steve confirmed a gunshot wound. She's lost a lot of blood." She responds. I run my hand through my hair, my stomach in knots.

It feels like the world around me has become muffled. I don't hear the orders that Cho is giving her team. Had I been able to, maybe I would have known more about her condition. My chest feels tight at the thought of her being hurt and the chance that she might not make it.

It's not until a pair of hands cup my face, that I zone back into the environment around me. "Breathe for me baby." Wanda's shaking voice tries to calm me. But the complete fear in her own eyes doesn't do much to help. We're facing losing our daughter and she doubts the depths of our love for her.

I do my best to bring myself out of this panic attack. I can't be a broken version of myself. My wife and family need me more than ever. If I can't pull through now, I'm not worthy to be a mother. "That's it detka. Deep breathes." Wanda guides me. I take one more deep breath and stand straighter. This isn't about me.

I can see a frown on Wanda's face form as she sees me put up my own walls. I know that she hates when I do this, but it's the only way I know how to get through what's about to happen without completely breaking down.

It's not long until the QuinJet comes into sight and slowly starts to descend on to the landing pad. I feel like I'm holding my breath as we wait for the ramp to lower, and we can see how bad this is. My heart is thumping against my chest as it begins to lower, and I see Steve's face first.

Cho and her team move forward, a bed waiting, whilst Wanda and I hold back. I want to be by her side straight away, but I also know that we'll just be a hinderance to her care if we insist on being with her.

When we get a full view of Steve, I hear Wanda let out a sob beside me. He's holding our unconscious daughter in his arms. His own suit is covered in blood and my eyes instantly land on the blooded dressing on her stomach. "I tried to staunch the bleeding as best I could. But it just kept coming." Steve explains. I've never seen him so shaken up before.

He places Y/n on the hospital bed and moves out the way, before staring at his bloodied hands. Cho doesn't wait before rushing Y/n off to the medical bay, the three of us closely following behind.

"Is she going to be ok?" I ask as they start to get to work. But before she has a chance to respond, the machines start to go crazy and they move even faster to help my daughter. "I can't answer that right now Agent Romanoff. I need to focus on Y/n, but I promise I'll keep you updated." Cho says, her polite way of telling us to leave. I'm reluctant, knowing that in this moment, Y/n is on the verge of life or death. But with a subtle tug of my hand from Wanda, I follow to watch through the window outside.

My gaze doesn't leave my daughter as I watch over as the team work to save her life. I don't notice that another person has joined us until I hear a bang from behind me. My head shoots around where I see Steve pinning Fury to the wall. "You told us it was empty! That all she needed was to get to the drive and out again." Steve growls at Fury who's holding his hand up in surrender. "I know." He responds, but Steve isn't happy when he slams him against the wall again.

"Then why the hell is she led in that hospital fighting for her life. There was a whole guard waiting for her!" Steve yells. This information makes the anger inside me grow. "You sent her into an ambush?!" I join in now, furious that he has put my daughter in danger.

"I didn't know! I'm as surprised as you are." Fury tries to explain, but Steve isn't letting up. "Talk!" Steve spits. "I had an agent scout the base for two weeks! Every report was how there was no activity. I would never have sent her had I know there was any more risk. It was supposed to be an easy mission for her first." Fury explains.

I can see the honesty in his eyes, and I know Steve does too. Fury has been like family to Y/n and I do trust he would never willingly put her in unnecessary danger. "So, either Hydra suddenly decided to man the base or..." Steve starts. "The agent tipped them off." I finish off as Fury nods. "I've detained the agent, and he broke within minutes. It was a perfect opportunity for them to fight you without back up." Fury shares as Steve lets him go. "Except I wasn't meant to go in. So, they were faced with Y/n." Steve concludes.

"I'm sorry Nat. I really am. I never would put Y/n in danger like that. I wanted her to have a successful first mission. One that would build her confidence." Fury apologises with a sincerity that he rarely shows. "I want to see him." I state firmly, to which Fury sighs. "Me too. It's because of him that our daughter is fighting for her life." Wanda steps beside me, her eyes glowing red. "Not now, not while you're both angry and worried." Fury refuses. "He could be the reason my daughter dies!" I shout at him, but he doesn't budge. "And he'll also be the reason I have to arrest you for killing him. If it's not you it'll be Wanda. I'm not letting either of you do that." Fury once again declines.

In a huff, I drop to the seat in the waiting room, my head falling into my hands. He's right. I will kill him if I get my hands on him. "Be here for Y/n. She needs you now more than ever. Leave the rest to me. I can promise that he will not get away with it." Fury orders, the formality coming back into his tone. We all reluctantly agree, and he leaves content that, for now, a homicide will not be occurring.

"What happened?" I ask Steve when the silence becomes almost unbearable. He takes the seat next to me and his gaze falls to his blooded hands. "It was meant to be a simple mission to test her hacking. I was in the QuinJet for support, and she was to go in, get to the mainframe computer and download as much data as possible." He starts and I nod along. "It was going fine, and she was doing everything by the book, clearing each room one by one. Part of me was sure she would be just like you and be impatient to get what she needed." He shares, with a small smile, making me chuckle. "Thankfully, she's a far better agent than I am." I respond, feeling Wanda's hand interlink with mine.

"It was as she got to the second floor, she said something felt off. It was warmer and it didn't smell as damp and musty. She said there were signs that this floor had been used recently. Knowing the risk that could entail, I told her to pull back and we'd get a team to help us clear the base. It wasn't something we should be doing on our own." He continues to explain, my anger towards the double agent increasing by the minute. But I also feel pride at how she was able to establish that something was wrong.

"She did as I ordered, but she was ambushed on her way out. I was already on my way in to meet her when I heard gunshots start. By the time I reached her, all the agents were down around her, but an alarm was blaring, and I knew others would be on their way. I grabbed at Y/n's arm, but she didn't move. As I moved in front of her, it was then I saw where her gaze was fixed. She's been hit. I got her out of there as quickly as I could and set the QuinJet to fly on autopilot. I tried everything that I could to stop the bleeding, but there was just so much. I-I...." Steve starts to crumble as he aggressively rubs at the blood on his hands.

I reach out and place my hands over his, stopping his actions. "I know you would have done everything you could Steve. We don't blame you. I'm so grateful that you were there to help our daughter." I try to reassure him. "I'm going to clean up. I can't sit here with...this on my hands any longer." Steve says, standing up holding his hands out in front of him.

Silence falls again when it's just Wanda and me. I want to look through the window again, but I don't think I can see them working on her. If she dies, I can't watch that. She looked so small as Steve laid her on the bed. "I had always hoped I'd be with her on her first mission." I speak up, guilt building once again. "Hmm" Wanda responds, turning to look at me. "When we used to train together, I always knew she would be one of the best the agency we would see. I couldn't wait to work along side her. My pride was overwhelming." I share as Wanda smiles softly at me.

"What happened? Why did I let myself lose sight of her. I have no excuse for treating her how I did. When I adopted her, I promised that she would always be loved and safe. Look at her now. I wouldn't blame her if she never forgives me." I lament, tears stinging my eyes. "It wasn't just you babe. We both have done wrong by Y/n and it's not forgivable. But we can work to earn her trust back and be the mothers that she deserves." She tries to comfort me.

"What if she doesn't make it and we don't have a chance to make things right? Or she does make it through, but she wants nothing to do with us?" I question in a panic. "I think she always hoped you'd eventually pull your heads out your asses." Steves voice takes us both by surprise as he rejoins us in a pair of sweats and a hoody. "What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"Fury loves that kid. If she had asked to move out sooner, he would have allowed her too. I think part of her didn't want to go just in case you started being the loving and caring mothers you once were. Ultimately, she was still a kid and desperate to still have you in her life." He clarifies. "But she had already gone. We blew our last shot." Wanda speaks up. "Maybe you're right. But if anyone is worth fighting for. It's her." Steve points out and I couldn't agree more. I know that I'll do anything in my power to make things right and hopefully prove to my daughter that I love her more than I can express.

After hours of waiting, too scared to even glance through the window, Cho comes out of the medical room with a solemn look, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I feel my breathing pick up once again, the thought of not being able to fix everything with Y/n becomes suffocating. It's not until Wanda grasps my hand that I find myself zoning back in.

"H-how is s-she?" I find myself asking in a quiet, unsure voice. Cho sighs and takes the seat opposite us, her hands interlocked. "Y/n suffered a gunshot wound to her abdomen. The bullet went straight through her liver. We were required to remove part of her liver, to ensure we saved her life. This was harder with the amount of blood that she lost. However, we were able to stabilise her before repairing the damage done to her liver." She explains.

"So, she's going to be, ok?" Wanda asks to clarify. "It's going to be touch and go. She's extremely weak right now and the next couple of days are going to be critical to her recovery. If she can pull through these next few days, I believe she'll make a full recovery. Though it'll take a lot of rehab to adjust to the changes to her body." Cho confirms.

I let out a small sob, knowing that she can pull through this. I have to believe that she will make it through these next few days, and we can be there to support her through her recovery. "Will she be able to return to full field duties?" Steve asks, clearly agitating Wanda. "Really Steve. That's what you're concerned about right now?" She snaps.

He turns to look at us and I know exactly why he's asking. "The SHIELD programme is everything to Y/n. To lose it after only just achieving it, that will crush her." Steve defends. "I think she would rather be alive right now." Wanda snaps back. "You just don't want to face that the honest truth is that without this programme, Y/n will feel like she has nothing, and I hate to say it, but she won't be too happy about being alive." Steve shares, an angry, yet sad look on his face.

Wanda goes to argue back, a look of hurt washing over her face. But I hold my hand up to stop her. "He's right my love." I interrupt her, making her snap her head to me. "SHIELD was the only family she thought that she had after she believed that she didn't belong in this family anymore. It will break her if she can't carry on what she worked so hard to achieve." I admit sadly.

I lock eyes with Wanda, and I see her heartbreak even further, if that's possible. "It'll take time and a lot of hard work, but I believe that Y/n would be able to return to full duties within SHIELD." Cho chips in, reminding us all that she was still in the room. "But first, she needs to get through the next few days." She reiterates, making all of us nod.

"Can we see her?" I ask, desperate to be with her and to hold her hand. "Of course. I'll be in my office, but the nursing staff will monitor her hourly." She smiles at us and leaves us to it. I take Wanda's hand and lead her towards the door and slowly push the door open. I let out a gasp when I see my little girl led in bed. She has a tube down her throat and wires attached to so many machines.

I've seen many people in this situation. But when it's your own daughter, there aren't words to describe the pain you feel. How helpless you are to make them better. All you can do is sit and watch as you wait for fate to take its course. Praying that you get your daughter back.

I instantly move to take a seat next to her bed, taking her hand in mine and holding it tightly. I notice the bruising to her knuckles, showing she fought. It brings a small smile of pride to my face.

Wanda goes to the opposite side of the bed and gently places her hand on Y/n's head. "I'm so sorry moya Lyubov." She whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. "We promise we're going to make things right. We are so sorry that you ever felt like you didn't belong in this family. You'll never doubt this again!" I make promise to her now, one that I will repeat when she wakes up. Because she will wake up.

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Tommy: Why should I make my bed if I will just unmake it to go to sleep?

Wanda: Why should I feed you if you are just going to die anyway?

Tommy: …

Tommy: I’m going to go make my bed now.

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How the vibes are in one of my stories (What a Woman), Part 1:

Yelena: That’s ridiculous. Kate Bishop doesn’t have a crush on me. Natasha: Yes, she does. Wanda: Yes, she does.

Peter: Yes, she does.

Bucky: Yes, she does.

Carol: Yes, she does.

Pietro: Yes, she does.

Steve: Yes, she does.

Tony: Yes, she does.

Clint: Yes, she does.

Cassie: Yes, she does.

Shuri: Yes, she does. Kate: Yes, I do.

Yelena:

Yelena: lol, no.

Kate:

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You can't be with her!

KateBishopxFem!reader, WandaNatxDaughter!reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff, smut, making out, strap-on, top!Kate

Summary: Your moms found out about your relationship with Kate and are not happy with it. They want to keep you safe, unintentionally hurting you while doing that.

Notes: Sorry for my long absence. Here's a new one shot for you. I think it's the longest work I've ever written so far. Enjoy reading this piece.

Word count: 5.2k

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You knew you were in trouble. It was obvious. Especially after they broke into the house and you saw a very angry ex-assassin and a very pissed witch in the living room. But, let’s start from the beginning ‘cause what a story it is.

8 hours earlier

“No, there is no way.” your mom said firmly, standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips. You stood up from your chair and walked closer to her.

“Why? You can’t just do that.” you fighted back. You couldn’t believe this is happening and centrally won’t let it become the truth. You love your moms and you know they always try to do what’s best for you, but this time they were in the wrong.

“I can and I just did. You can’t see Kate anymore.” Nat said with a stern look, tightening her jaw. You turned from her to your other mom. “Mama, won’t you say anything?” you asked, a pleading look on your face.

Wanda, who was standing and listening to the conversation this whole time, walked closer to her wife. “Y/N, sweety, we’re just looking out for you.” she answered gently. You felt absolutely helpless, hurt and angry.

“You can’t make this decision for me. It’s my life and my relationship.” you spoked, hoping that they will change their minds.

“You are our daughter and still a child. It is as we say.” Nat added, not backing up. It’s hard to fight an assassin, even if it is not a physical fight. “Listen, we don’t want to be the bad guys here or make your life miserable. It’s just..” Nat signed. “Kate is an Avenger. This job is very dangerous and being with her can put you in life threatening danger. It’s already risky considering that you are our daughter.“

“I’m not a child anymore, I’m 21 years old. Nothing bad will happen to me. Please, I love her. Y-you can’t do that.” your eyes started to fill up with tears, your voice’s slowly breaking.

“I’m sorry, but that’s final.” Hearing that, you rushed to your room, locking yourself in it. You threw yourself on your bed and started crying.

Everything was good before. Your moms didn’t know about your relationship. You successfully kept it from them for a little over a year, always saying that you were going out with some friends. But of course, they had to walk in on you and Kate making out in the training room when you were visiting the Avengers in the compound, because they had some stuff to take care of. Nat immediately took you to the car. The drive home was silent, but when you got inside, they started saying that you needed to end things with Kate for “your own good”.

You picked up your phone, opened contacts and dialed the phone number. It was three rings after that the person answered. “Hi, Y/N.” said the angelic voice on the other side. It was all it took you to utter a sob, breaking down more from just hearing her. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Does it have something to do with your moms finding out about us?” Kate asked with a concerned tone. You didn’t want to tell her about your fight because it would make it true and you couldn’t let that happen. However, Kate deserves to know. Maybe you can come up with a solution and everything will be great again. At least you hoped so.

“Kate-” you sobbed. “They want me to break up with you.” you cried out. Silence enveloped the room. You didn’t know if it was because she hung up or she was shocked. Pulling the phone from your ear, you looked at the screen; okay, she’s still there. “Kate? Please, say something.”

After a few seconds, you heard her say, you think she’s also crying. “I don’t know what to say.” she cleared her throat and added. “There’s nothing I can do? Maybe they can still change their mind?”

“I don’t think so.” You said. The truth is, if there was anything that would change this, you would already do it. Sad reality hit you. Your moms don’t want you to be with Kate. Then you wondered if it was even important to you. I mean, of course, you want them to approve of your relationship, but they don’t. They just don’t understand that she’s the love of your life. Your whole heart. Your everything. At that moment, you made up your mind. “You know what? I don’t care what they say; I want to be with you. I love you, Kate. ” you said, determined, wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your moms are not gonna come in between your love life. You won’t let them.

“I love you too and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Are you sure, though? I mean, they are your moms. I don’t want your relationship with them to be destroyed because of me.” Kate said, her voice slowly quieting. You can’t help but feel your heart grow bigger with love for her if it is still even possible. She cares about you so much, you couldn’t be more sure about your decision.

“Yes, I want to be with you forever, Katie.” you said truthfully. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you too. What are we gonna do about your moms?” she asked.

“I don’t know, yet.” you said. You didn’t like to lie to your moms, but in this case, you feel like you have to. “Maybe we can meet up today? I can say that I need to go for a walk to clear my mind or something. You can park your car a few streets away.” you said hopefully. “Sure, be there in an hour.” With that, you ended the call.

Kate will be here in an hour, so you intend to spend this time on getting ready. You had to wear something not too fancy for a walk but not too ugly for a hangout with your girlfriend. ‘Girlfriend’, after all this time you’ve been together, you still can’t believe you get to call her that. It makes your heart flutter every time.

After some time of thinking about what to wear and getting mentally ready to lie to your moms, you were ready to leave. Walking down the stairs, you opt to look upset, but without it looking weird. You know it is hard to lie to a witch and an ex-assassin.

You slowly made your way to put on some shoes when someone called from behind. “And where are you going, young lady?” You turned to see Nat with her arms crossed. “I hope it isn’t the girl I clearly said is dangerous for you to hang out with.” She said sternly.

That got your blood boiling. “If you want to know, I’m going for a walk to clear my head, because my mother said I can’t be with the love of my life!” You shouted, tears started to well up again. Nat stood a little shocked at the outburst but quickly recovered. “Quit the tone; you know I do this for your safety. I just want to protect you.” She said the last part a little softer.

“Whatever.” You said and walked out of the house, shutting the door.

You turned left and started going down the street; hopefully Kate is already there. As you walk, you make yourself slightly more presentable, fixing the hair and wiping the tears that once again started to flow because of the encounter with your mom. Turning left, you see Kate’s car parked on the side of the road. Smiling, you increased your speed and got into the car.

“Hi-” Kate didn’t manage to greet you because you immediately pulled her by her shirt into a long, passionate kiss. Your fist, full of the fabric, pulled Kate closer. Her hands flew to grip the back of your neck. Both missed the physical contact. Your lips, made to fit like two pieces, were moving against each other, stealing breath. Your lungs started to feel like they were on fire, but that didn't stop you from giving yourself to Kate in that kiss.

After a few minutes, you pull away from the kiss but still keep close to Kate. Your hand full of her shirt slightly loosens, yet the grip is still there. “Sorry, I just really missed you.” You said, looking down flustered. Finally, your eyes moved up, looking deeply into hers. “Hi.” you added after a moment of silence.

Kate smiled at you. “Hi.” She replied, giggling breathlessly. “I missed you too. So much.”

It’s so stupid how her smile and the little glint in her eyes can make you all giggly and weak in knees. You know you loved her to the moon and back, you can’t give up on your relationship just because your moms tell you to, not when everything in you is screaming that Kate is the endgame, your endgame.

“Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?” you felt Kate's hands on your face, thumbs wiping your cheeks. You didn't realize that you were crying. Every emotion's built up in you, and right when you saw her, you just had to let it all go. “It's just, I don't want to be away from you. I love you so much and I'm sick of this sneaking out, or my moms telling me that I can’t be with you.” you sniffled, looking into her eyes. “God, you are everything I want. I want to be with you forever. When I think about my future, I see you and me, and I don’t care what our lives will look like as long as we are together; that's everything I want.” You really poured your heart out there. It’s not typical for you to be this vulnerable in front of Kate—actually in front of anyone; you’ve always kept everything to yourself.

Now that you think of it, you think you might have scared Kate. She’s silent, just staring at you, hands still on your face. You think you blew it, that it was too much for her. After all, you’ve been dating for only a little over a year. Thoughts started to flood your mind, creating the worst scenarios and just when you were about to apologize-

“Marry me.” Kate said, her face not showing any emotions. You were speechless; did you hear it right? Kate asked you to marry her? Well, it wasn’t really a question, more like as if she just admitted to herself that she wants to marry you. Nonetheless, there is still a part of you that believes that you heard it wrong. “What?” You breathed out, your eyes searching for reassurance in hers.

“Marry me.” She repeated more confidently this time as if coming back to life. “I’m serious. I know that we haven’t been dating for long, but I also want to be with you forever. I love you and I don’t want to be with anyone else; you are the only one for me. I want everything with you, I want you. This won’t be easy, but that’s great. Easy is boring.” you both giggled at that. “This is reckless and not normal at all, but let’s just be for real. We are reckless and nothing in our lives is normal, I mean, your moms are a witch and an ex-assassin and I am an Avenger. Nothing ever was normal and nothing will be, and frankly, I love it this way.” Kate ended her heartwarming speech with a big smile on her face, tears now also in her eyes. “So, Y/N Romanoff, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You said matching her smile. “Of course I will marry you.” Pulling the shirt you still had a grip on, you pull Kate into a slow kiss, filled with salty tears. You think you’ve never been so sure about anything in your life. Honestly, that’s all you ever wanted, to marry the love of your life and that is marrying Kate Bishop.

“Good, cause I thought for a second that I went too far.” Kate started to ramble after pulling away. You thought that the best way to stop her from that was to kiss her again. It didn’t last long though, because after a few seconds she pulled back again. She turned so she’s sitting straight, her back to the seat, and started to wave her hands around. “Oh my, I need to buy a ring. God! I’m so unprepared!” You tried to stop her by calling her name, but that didn’t really work.

“Katherine Elizabeth Bishop!” Using her full name did work. She stopped immediately and looked at you. You giggled at her. “You need to stop worrying about that. I want to marry you, not the ring. I don’t need any rings, just you, okay?” Kate looked at you as if looking for clarification, then she cutely tilted her head and pouted and that just made you want to kiss her.

“I know, but I really want to get you a ring. You deserve that, you deserve a big proposal with-with rose petals, a nice dinner and a big diamond ring, not this. A girl who proposes in her car without even a paper ring.” She started having doubts about herself; you could see that. “I love that girl. I don’t need some rich and stuck-up proposal. I couldn’t have imagined it better than this.” You made sure she was looking at you as you said that to her. That was the truth, so you wanted her to believe you.

“Okay.. okay.” Kate clears her throat, then adds. “So, shall we go and get married now?” you both smiled at each other. Reaching for seat belts in order to fasten them, you answered. “Yes, we shall.”

It turned out it wasn’t that easy. You had to have witnesses. After some thinking, you reached out to Aunt Yelena, while Kate called Clint. Although it took some convincing to get the old man to drive here because, as he said, he doesn’t want to ‘deal with angry mothers anymore’, whatever that means, he might have been referring to Laura, but you’re not sure; you also think that he really just didn’t want to move his three letters.

Well, eventually, he agreed. Yelena didn’t need this much convincing; well, she didn’t need to be convinced at all. She said she’d be happy to piss off her sister; she mentioned something about getting back at her for borrowing, without her knowing, one of her vests and then destroying it on a mission, but you could have misheard.

Kate got anxious again, but this time about clothing. Both of you wore casual clothes, not right for a marriage. So that’s how you got dragged by Kate for a little shopping. It took you both a while, but in Kate's eyes it was worth it, because now you and her looked good.

It wasn’t long before you and Kate signed up the marriage license with Clint and Yelena next to you, and you were good to go. You bit your goodbyes with them, then made your way to Kate’s car. While you were both sitting, the car still not turned on, you realized what just happened. ”We just got married.” Kate stated firmly, her face not showing any emotions while looking straight ahead. You turned your head to look at her. ”We just got married.” She repeated, now with a big smile on her face. Also turning her head to you, she started to giggle. Hearing her laughter, you started to giggle yourself, also not believing that this is real.

Kate leaned in and brought her hand to the back of your neck to pull your foreheads together. ”You are my wife.” She said breathlessly. ”I am your wife.” You said in the same tone. Your wife pulled you into a long, passionate kiss. ”Damn, your moms are really gonna kill me now” Kate said after pulling away. This caused you both to burst out laughing. “Well, if this is my last hour, how about we make the best of it and go back to mine, my wife?“ She asked with a smirk on her face, clearly insinuating on doing something really not PG. Your cheeks turned slightly red, but you matched her smirk. “Lead the way, my wife.”

You’re sure that your superhero broke a few laws driving you to her apartment. Both of you are very eager and excited for what awaits you there. So as soon as the door was closed, Kate pushed you into it, trapping you between the wooden surface and her. Hands flying to your hips, squeezing and pushing more against the hardwood. Lips mingling with yours fastily, tongue pushing into your mouth, exploring the inside. Next thing you know, she was tagging at your pants, trying to take them off. Once you’re free from them, Kate’s hands traveled from your hips, over your ass, stopping on it for a second to squeeze, and then went downwards to the back of your thighs. With one swift movement, you were pulled from the door for a second, only to be pushed against it again, but this time with your legs around Kate’s waist.

Her kisses moved from your lips to nip at your neck, for sure, leaving lots of hickeys. You leaned your head back, revealing more skin on your neck. The particular bite on your pulse point made you moan. Your hands flew to her hair in order to pull her closer. With a mind full of thoughts about Kate, you breathlessly conhered some words. “B-bedroom… now.” you gasped when suddenly Kate pulled you both away from the door and started to blindly walk towards the bedroom. While you were stumbling across the living room, you threw your bag on the table, or at least you hoped it landed on the table, not caring about stuff inside. Though you’re pretty sure that your bag opened from the impact.

After some struggling, your back hit the bed with Kate on top of you. Lips once again connected, Kate started grinding her hips on yours. Suddenly, you felt it—the hardness underneath her pants. “Is-is that-?” You stuttered, then moaned because Kate pressed herself harder on you, so you feel it against your core.

“Mhm, a new one.” Kate smirked at you and again pushed her hips into yours, making you gasp. She leaned down to your neck and started to mark you everywhere she could. When she got to your pulse point, you moaned and gripped the back of her head, burying your fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. You feel hands tagging at your shirt. With your arms up, Kate swiftly takes off your shirt, leaving you in only your panties and bra. However, it doesn’t take long for her to also remove these undergarments. “So pretty.. so delicious, just for me to taste.” Kate’s hands started to wander.

Wanting to see more of Kate, you unbuttoned her shirt, slid it down her arms and then the shirt joined the rest of the clothes on the ground in the bedroom. Your hands immediately flew to her arms to feel her strong muscles. Then, to her abdomen, where she clearly has abs. “One of many perks of being an Avenger; lots of training that makes you have these muscles.” You stare in awe, biting your lip.

Kate leaned down again and nipped at your skin, making her path from your neck to your chest. She took your left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard, while her other hand squeezed the right breast. After some time, she switched the breasts and started sucking on the right one. ”Please, Kate… I want you.. now.” you pleaded.

Not wanting to tease you, just this night, Kate pulled away and took off the rest of her clothes, revealing the strap-on. “Purple?” You chuckle a little.

“What? I look good in purple.” Kate grinned and once again got on top of you. The strap was rubbing against your clit, making you shut your eyes and groan softly. “You want my cock, sweetheart?” Kate asked, rubbing her strap even harder.

“Yes! Please, Kate, I want your cock. Please fuck me.” You desperately rumble, your mind full of thoughts of how she can ruin you. This strap is definitely bigger than what you were used to, but you are willing to try this, considering how wet you are for her.

Kate leaned to your ear to whisper. “As you wish, babygirl.” Right after that, she harshly pushed at least a half of the strap in your pussy. Your moans and grunts get louder as she continues to slide in. “Fuck, baby. Always so tight for me.” You shut your eyes tightly as you feel more and more fuller with every second.

Finally, your hips were flush against each other. Your breath is more ragged as you try to get used to the fullness. “Kate… s-so full, fuck, so big” you moaned. After a few more seconds, Kate started to pull out and thrust her hips forward, causing you to let out a loud scream.

Your moans only encouraged Kate to keep going. The thrusts were much harder now; it made your head spin. You wrapped your arms around her back, burying your nails into it. Kate hissed into your ear from the harsh scratches, but it fuelled her to give you more. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slapping of your hips with every thrust. “Kate- shit… I’m going to-” you are cut off by a hoarse groan that bursts out of your throat when Kate hits one particular place.

“It’s okay. Let go for me, baby.” Kate said breathlessly. That was all you needed, and soon your eyes rolled back. You arched your back into her, threw your head back and let out a silent scream. Kate was still thrusting into you as you were falling over the edge.

After you calmed down, she slowly pulled out of you. You groaned at the emptiness as you were trying to catch your breath. Kate was peppering your body with soft kisses. When she got up to your face, you smiled at each other. “That- that was incredible.” you said panting. “Glad you liked it, my love.” she pecked your lips. With a swift move, you turned you both over, so Kate was now on her back with you on top of her. “Let me return the favor.” you grinned and leaned down to kiss her.

*****

You were lying on the bed with your head on Kate’s chest. Your arm around her abdomen, leg between hers. Kate has her arm wrapped around your bare body. The covers were loosely thrown on both of you as you were lying together in your own, quiet bubble.

“You know… I was thinking..” Kate started. You turned your head to look at her and wait for her to continue. “Since we are married now” this made you smile. You still can’t believe that this is real and that Kate is your wife now. “Maybe, if you want… you could move in with me.” your eyes widen at her words. A smile spread across your face. You lifted slightly from the bed to move closer to her and give her a passionate kiss in which you couldn’t stop smiling. The same goes for Kate.

When you pulled out, you looked her in the eyes. “Of course I want to move in with you!” you both had such big smiles on your faces that your cheeks started to ache. “Great! I was scared for a second that you wouldn’t want that. What will you tell your moms, though? Maybe you should-” as Kate continued to rumble, your heart stopped. Shit. Your moms, they don’t know anything, AND you said you were going for a walk, which is now about six hours long. Shit, shit. Your phone has been on silent since you went to get married. They probably called you and texted you a million times.

“Shit, my moms! They have to wonder where I am!” you said cutting her off and quickly got out of bed, panicking. You throw on yourself one of Kate’s hoodies, put on your panties and some Kate’s shorts. At the corner of your eye, you see that Kate also got up and started to get dressed. You left the bedroom and headed towards the living room, where you left your phone in the bag. Just as you walked into the living room space, your heart stopped at the sight.

So, now you know the story behind why an angry witch and a pissed-off ex-assassin broke into the apartment and were standing in the living room. They had their hands on their hips, with scowls on the faces. “Mom, mama-” You were immediately caught off. “Don’t mamas us!” Wanda scoffed. She rarely got angry, she preferred to do things the calm way. However, when she did get angry, oh boy, hide if you can.

They had every right to be angry and you knew it. So you chose to stay silent this time. “Do you want to explain where you’ve been?” Nat asked with her jaw locked tight. “And why, when I called Clint to ask if he knew something about your whereabouts, he said that he doesn’t want to get involved anymore?” this time Wanda spoke. “Or why, when I called Yelena to ask if she knew something, she just laughed and hung up?” Natasha added. It was as if they talked it through, because they were literally changing after one sentence. It was creepy. “You lied to us, went radio silent and met up with the one person we specifically told you not to see!”

The person, as if on cue, came into the living room and stopped dead in tracks. “Mrs. Romanoff and..” Kate cleared her throat “Mrs. Romanoff.” She stood right next to you, her eyes locked on anything but your moms. The thick tension could be cut with a knife. You didn’t know what they would do now, with Kate next to you.

“And here’s the person in the flesh.” stated firmly Natasha, her eyes shooting daggers at Kate. “Mom, please.” you pleaded. You didn’t want this place to turn into a war zone. “Please what? Y/N, we've forbidden you from seeing her and the next thing you did after that was see her! You don-”

“What is that?” Wanda stopped Natasha from further shouting at you as she noticed something. You turned your head where she was looking, and your face turned pale. Wands was looking at the coffee table where you had thrown your bag earlier. The bag opened from the impact and some things fell out of it on the table. One of the things was your and Kate's marriage license. Your heart stuck in your throat as Wanda walked closer to it. She reached for the paper, picked it up and for a moment there was silence. But only for a short moment.

“You got married?!” Wanda shouted, turning to face you and Kate. Now she was really, really angry. Like the kind of angry when she has her eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed so that they are almost touching, and the worst, the little tilt in her head. Now you were fucked. “You what?!” this time Natasha shouted.

“I-... we just..” you wanted to say something, but didn't know what. What do you say in a situation like that, though? It was tough, but fortunately Kate noticed that you were struggling and decided to speak for you. She reached her hand to yours and interlaced your fingers together. Kate cleared her throat, mentally preparing herself for anything that could happen after she spoke. “We did. We got married today.” you didn't think that was possible, but silence was never this loud.

“Why would you do that? And without any of us knowing” Wanda spoke angrily as she handed the married license to Nat.

Natasha read the license, still not believing what she just heard. Her eyes stopped at one point. “Bishop? You changed your last name to Bishop?” Natasha asked in disbelief, interrupting Wanda. “Yeah…” you said, unsure, waiting for the explosion from your parents.

However, there is something else on their faces. Hurt? Disappointment? Sadness? You couldn't tell, but you knew you didn't like it. “Mom, mama, please don't look at me like that.” you said sadly, there is a stone in your heart. “I've never wanted to get married without you there, but I also didn’t want to marry anyone but Kate. And you specifically told me that I can't be with her… I just.. I couldn't let that happen. I just want you to be happy for me.” you reasoned, tears once again pricking in your eyes. You felt Kate's hand smoothing your back, which calmed you a little.

“Mrs. Romanoffs, I really love your daughter. You care about her safety as much as I do. I promise to keep her safe and sound.” Kate calmly said, meaning every word.

Wanda and Nat looked at each other, having a silent conversation. Soon, they turned back to face you and Kate. “Oh God..” Nat groaned, letting out a breath. “Y/N, darling, we didn't want you to feel like that; we just…” she didn't really know how to say it, so Wanda took the wheel. “We just love you so much, we want to keep you safe. However, I admit that we did go a little too far. We shouldn't get between you and Kate.” she says. Your eyes lit up a little, a small smile started to spread on your face. “Does that mean..?” you asked, still not sure you understood what they just said. “Yes, you can see Kate.”

Now you have the biggest smile on your face. You jumped up and down and then pulled your mothers in a hug, squeezing in happiness. Your moms laughed a little and hugged you back. “We love you, darling, and we are happy for you.”

“Thank you. I love you both, very much.” you grinned and pulled away from the hug. You go back to stand next to Kate, whose smile is as big as yours, and interlace your fingers.

“However,” Natasha turned to Kate with a stoic expression. “If you hurt her, I will hunt you down.” Kate started to feel a little nervous again, but tried not to show it. “Of course, I-I would never hurt her; I love her.” she rumbled quickly.

Soon, Wanda and Nat left the apartment, saying that today they will leave you and Kate alone, but tomorrow they want you both at home for dinner.

You went back to bed, lying next to each other. Both of you fell asleep in a loving embrace.

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