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SUMMARY: As a child, you were taken by the Red Room, where you met and fell in love with the infamous Natasha Romanoff. After years in the hidden, you come back only to lose all of your memories. SHIELD obliges Natasha to pretend to be your wife in order to take HYDRA down, but what will happen once the truth comes to light?

PROLOGUE

NATASHA Romanoff had a secret: she loved a cat-based coffee shop in Washington Heights. There were no tourists there, it was awfully quiet except for the whimpers of the tiny little animals. No one knew this place besides her and Clint, and she preferred it that way.

“Here is your order!” The known barrister said with a smile. She always asked for the same type of meals: chocolate donuts and a strawberry frappucino. Clint used to awfully tease her about it, and even exemplify this habit as a way to prove that she was afraid of change.

“Thank you,” Natasha said politely as she grabbed her package and left the shop. She grabbed a donut and proceeded to eat it, walking towards the neighborhood as if she was a local (and if it was not for her awfully pale skin, she might have gotten away with it). Yet, her subconscious suddenly screamed danger. She remained under the same composure, carefully tracing her steps back — as an Avenger, having people following her was not unusual, but as she played the memories back in her head, she realized that a woman (y/sc) had been on her watch since Natasha left the compound.

Natasha finished her donut and continued her way towards the sappy apartment she owned in Washington; she knew better than to fight in public and put civilians at risk. As she entered her building, she saw you running towards the elevator. You stayed both in silence until the elevator closed.

“Natalia Romanova… I could say I missed you, but that would be a lie,” You pronounced with a smirk, looking at her up and down.

“(Y/N) (Y/L),” She breathed out, her face fully blank. “What do you want?” You scoffed in response, pretending to be offended.

“A gal cannot visit her girl-friend anymore? Well, that is just rude,” You replied, biting your lip. “But well, right now I want you. The Black Widow. The remarkable, female Avenger-“ Natasha made a movement to cut you off, but you put your finger in her mouth. “Shh. I gotta say, I was surprised. Impressed even, with this little act you managed to pull out. I wondered how long this would last but hey, you are dedicated!”

“Here is the thing though, you have something that belongs to me, Talia.” You finished, murmuring in her ear.

“Do I?” Natasha replied, not caring to look at you. The elevator opened right then, and she walked out, and you followed behind her. Natasha breathed in and out as she opened her apartment, and you made your way in.

You both stayed in silence for a few seconds as you examined the apartment. Natasha’s walls were a mix of white and red, and her living room and kitchen were both gigantic and tidy up. One thing was certain: even after all these years, Natasha had barely changed. Then, you surprised Natasha by walking towards her and en-lacing your lips with your hands a little below her waist.

As you both caught your breath, you did something unexpected again: you banged both of your heads together, and Natasha grabbed and twisted your arm impulsively. You barely even flinched, grabbing a pocket knife and cutting a part of her arm. Natasha dodged and kicked you in response — out of nowhere, you ran towards the window and threw yourself off the building. Through your peripheral vision, you could sense a flick of pain in her gaze.

….

“So, she just threw herself off a building?” Stark started, looking at Natasha with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes,” She shrugged her shoulders as if the answer was obvious.

“And you decided to bring her here?” He pressed, this time under a condescending tone.

“Also yes,” Instead of a blanked face, Natasha tossed her head to the side, daring him to continue with the questions.

“Bold choice. Why?” He continued, unaffected by the black widow’s murdering stare.

“She reminds me of someone,” Natasha replied without hesitating. This was not a lie, but it was not the whole truth either — Y/N reminded her of too many things: the Red Room, Melina, and Yelena. What her life would have been if she had not joined SHIELD, and she could never pin if this was either comforting or terrifying.

“What are you going to do once she wakes up?” Stark pried again. Natasha slowly blinked, letting the air suck in before answering.

“Kill her.”

A/N: This is my first fic and I am so excited to be sharing it with you all! Let me know if you want to be added to my taglist :-)

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relishingwriter · 3 years

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Terrible Love (Addison Montgomery x Reader)

Themes: Angst. Pure angst.

Author's note: I do not feel like this is my best work yet, but every time I listened to this song I imagined this sad fic with Addison, so here it is! I promise the next one will be pure fluff though.

You and Addison were together for almost a year now. You both fell in love when she was trying to work things out with Derek, and after she left him, you were certain that the hard times were over. Or at least you thought so.

Suddenly, Addison Montgomery wanted to be the chief, and she was doing everything in her power to achieve it. Now, she fully dedicated her time to teaching interns and putting crazy hours into surgeries.

"Addie?" You whispered into her ear, laying down into your bed. This was a familiar scene: Addison would avoid you at the hospital just so you could arrive home, have sex, and sit in silence. It felt like you were walking with spiders.

"Love," she whispered back, pressing against you. You sighed and turned off the lights, preparing yourself to sleep. Before you became fully unconscious, a thought occurred: Addison was thinking of leaving Seattle.

…

"Hey," Addison said as you entered the kitchen, smiling as she cooked the one of the few recipes she knew: eggs with bacon. "Do you know what you are dreaming of?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, frowning as you sat down at the table.

"It's just... You seem to be having nightmares. You keep muttering some weird things during your sleep, and sometimes you seem to be shivering." She explained, staring intensely at you. Like she was ready to caught you up in a lie.

"Maybe I am dreaming of spiders," you shrugged as you kept it cool. For the last couple of weeks, you've been dreaming of Addison leaving without any warning: you'd get to your apartment at the end of the day and all of her things were gone. Although you knew she would never do this, you also feared the truth behind her recent cold attitude. You both stayed in silent for a couple minutes until she finished serving the plates at the table.

"Come here," she said, hugging you.

…

After that conversation with Addison, the silence and nightmares stopped. Your love grew warm again, and you guessed she also felt like you were leaving her: she could be very insecure from time to time. Everything was perfect, except from the current stress from rounds.

"Y/N, you're on my service today." Addison said, smiling wide at you, and you retributed the smile. As you arrived in the OB/GYN area, she pushed you into a room with a serious look on her face. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was about to come.

"I know you're only an intern, and that you love Seattle and its rainy and cloudy days, but I am thinking of moving to L.A," Addison started, putting her hands on your shoulders. "You don't have to give me an answer now, but just think about it, okay?"

"I don't have to think about it," You started with a smile, putting your hand over hers. "I love you."

...

You were excited to move to L.A. It would be a contrast to Seattle: sunny days, happy people, streets filled with artists. Who would be unhappy with this, right?

Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

You were in love with Addison, and as foolish as it was, you would do anything to stay near her. Even if it meant leaving your friends and career slightly behind. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, ignoring all the signs and thoughts telling you this was, indeed, a bad idea.

…

You were one week from leaving to L.A and your anxiety was through the roof, and as if nothing could get worse, Addison texted you that you two needed to talk.

The on-call room was never so intimidating.

Deep inside of you, you knew you couldn't follow Addison into the rabbit hole. Leaving everyone and everything behind was crazy, and you did not feel like she really wanted you to go. After the conversation the two of you had, she never mentioned the topic again.

As you stayed concentrated into the war going on your mind, you heard the door opening. There she was.

"I think you'll want to sit down for this," she started, grabbing your hands. You nodded, sitting down on the bunk bed. "I don't want you coming with me. You're too young, inexperienced, and you would resent me forever for taking you away from Seattle Grace. I know how much you love this place, and I am sorry for even asking you to make this huge decision within two weeks. And I am rambling. I am sorry," she spoke out of breath. You stared into her eyes, and kissed her.

"I am sorry too," you mumbled as you both gasped for breath, thinking to yourself how everything fell apart so quickly.

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relishingwriter · 3 years

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Flirting with the intern (1)

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Word count: 1263

Genre: idk, probably a mix of angst of fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Summary: You’re Tony’s new intern and Natasha seems to take an interest in you when you’re bartending at a party.

A/n: Hi so this wasn't a request but a lot of you seemed to like this blurb I wrote and I was bored and had writer's block so I came up with this series, hopefully you like it! I will try to update fairly often but no promises (I also have no idea where I’m going with this so feel free to give me ideas). Also if you aren’t on my regular taglist but would like to be tagged in this series, or you are on my regular taglist but wouldn’t like to be tagged in this series let me know, I will not be offended. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

She gets bored of the conversation, eyes wandering around the huge room until she spots you serving drinks to some of the older gentlemen over by the bar. You’re pretty and she admires the dress you’re wearing, noticing with disdain that the men at the bar are doing the same, not at all subtle in the way they leer. You look uncomfortable but handle the situation gracefully, handing over their drinks before walking away, rolling your eyes.

She doesn’t recognize you which is odd. She makes a point to be able to match everybody’s face to their name, a habit formed by years of not trusting others, and there’s no way she missed anyone, much less a cute girl.

“Who’s that?” she asks Steve suddenly, only noticing after she speaks that she interrupted his conversation with Bruce. Oh well, she muses, it’s not like talking about the differences of desserts now and when Steve was born is a particularly important topic over conversation.

Steve doesn’t frown but his forehead wrinkles a little. “I don’t know. You should ask Tony, he probably knows.” Steve pauses, thinking a second. “Or he has absolutely no clue. Either way you should ask him.”

Natasha nods and looks around the room to find Tony. Luckily he seems sober and is pretty close by, talking to Pepper and Rhodney.

“Hey,” she greets as she walks up.

“Hi red,” Tony responds and Natasha gives him a slight glare at the unwanted nickname, being slightly more lenient than usual because she needs something from him.

“Who is the girl working at the bar?” she asks, getting straight to the point.

Tony waggles his eyebrows. “Why? Do you think she’s cute?”

“No,” Natasha half lies (she does but that’s not the only reason she’s asking), “I like to know the names of everybody so if something goes wrong I know exactly who did it. She is obviously an employee of yours but I’ve never seen her before so I would like to know who she is.”

“Spies,” Tony mutters under his breath before speaking louder. “Her name is Y/n and she’s my new intern.”

“What happened to Sarah?” Natasha asks. Sarah wasn’t extraordinary in any sense but she worked hard and Natasha could admire that.

“Couldn’t handle the pressure and started crying in the labs a few days ago saying it was too hard and she wanted to quit, so I told her she no longer had an internship.” Tony explains.

“Which is why you are going to be more understanding and less hard on Y/n.” Pepper interjects, giving Tony a look. “This is your fourth intern in three months. It doesn’t look good for the press if none of your interns like the program or pass it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waves his hand around. Natasha has no doubt that if he is unsatisfied with your work he’ll take away your internship as well, without considering Pepper’s words.

“Well thank you for your help Tony, I’m going to go talk to her and see what I can find out now,” she tells him, starting to walk away.

“Spies,” Tony mutters again, shaking his head fondly as he watches her go.

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“I’ll take a shot of vodka, neat,” a sultry voice says and you spin around to find yourself face to face with the feared assassin and possibly most beautiful woman to ever exist, Natasha Romanoff.

“I-um, er-” She lifts an eyebrow delicately and you fall silent.

“You do know how to do that right?” she asks sarcastically.

“Of course,” you tell her, more confident after taking a breath. You busy yourself with making the drink which doesn’t take long at all.

“Here you go, um-” you flounder, unsure of what to address her as.

“Agent Romanoff,” she says, sticking out her hand for you to shake.

You lean over the counter and shake it. “Y/n.”

She hums thoughtfully. The view as you leaned over the counter was not bad and she wonders if you were showing off on purpose before brushing that idea out of your head. You seemed nervous early and your body language didn’t suggest anything flirty. Still, she couldn’t help but try her luck.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you,” she says and you feel heat rise in your cheeks and turn your head away so she can’t see your reaction. It’s useless of course and barely hides you at all but she finds it adorable that you tried and also adorable how flustered you get at one generic pick up line.

“Um, thank you,” you tell her, trying not to stutter. She bites back a smile. Just when she thought you couldn't get any more adorable you do, all cute and shy.

She winks. “Just the truth sweetheart.”

You nearly choke on your own spit when you hear her words. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was flirting with you. But that is impossible because she is so much better than you that the thought alone is completely ridiculous.

“So how are you finding Stark industries so far?” she asks, switching the subject. As much fun as it’s been flirting with you she can tell she needs to tone it down a little if she doesn’t want you to combust.

You blink a few times at the sudden change before speaking. “It’s been quite an experience so far even though I’ve only been here a few days. Tony is definitely as brilliant and eccentric as everyone says and I think I’ve learned a lot and I’m excited to learn more.”

She laughs, a sound that makes you want to hear more. “Tony definitely is eccentric, but as long as you go along with it he’ll love you. And if you get on Pepper’s good side Tony will be scared to fire you.”

“Thanks for the tips,” you say surprised, “Pepper is definitely scarier than Tony.”

“Oh for sure,” Natasha- Agent Romanoff agrees, “but don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Don’t let who let you say what?” Tony asks, standing beside Natasha and throwing his arm around her. She immediately steps away, brushing him off.

“I was just warning your intern about how utterly stupid you can be sometimes,” she tells him, “I want to prepare her properly so she doesn’t leave or get fired like the others.”

She walks off and you watch her go, not noticing how entranced you are until Tony clears his throat.

“So Natasha huh?” he asks and you look at him wide eyed.

“I’m sorry Mister Stark, I don’t know what you mean.” you play dumb.

He shakes his head. “You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last, I can’t say I don’t blame you.”

“Mister Stark?”

He sighs. “Just be careful around her kid, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You nod as he leaves the bar as well. The rest of the night you think about the weird exchanges you had with both Tony and Natasha. Everything you had heard about the Black Widow was that she was cold and unfriendly but she seemed pretty nice to you, especially with the weird almost flirting thing she was doing. You know it wasn’t real, you watch as she makes the rounds of the room and has everyone practically falling over her feet, but it felt real and when she smiles in your direction from across the room and makes eye contact you know that you are way too close from catching feelings, which is always a bad idea.

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golden affairs [part v]

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (15th century nobles!au)

synopsis: the plot against you unfolds.

word count: 4.7k

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The empty hallway echoed your footsteps. The only source of light was the feeble candle in your hand. You looked behind you before stopping in front of the door. As soon as you opened it, sunlight poured in, blinding you. You held your arm over your eyes to adjust to the sudden change of brightness before your vision ameliorated.

She was sat by the window with a book in her lap, her head placed on her left fist as her right hand lazily traced the page. Her hair fell like water running down her shoulder, as her smooth, pale skin gleamed in the natural light. She was just as beautiful as you saw her last.

You placed the candle on a horizontal surface nearby and approached her. One step, two steps. She seemed to notice your presence as she perked up, a smile spreading across those beautiful, rosy lips. Suddenly, her arms were around your neck, her body pressed against yours. You savored the moment before she had let go of you, now tracing your face like she traced the pages of her book.

“Hello, luz de mi ojos.” She spoke, barely above a whisper. “I’ve missed you.”

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Lunch date (Addison Montgomery x f!reader)

(For anon. Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it.)

You and Addison have been dating for over three months, but you've barely seen her in the past two weeks. Of course, you understand that she's a world-renowned surgeon and has an extremely demanding job that she loves, but that doesn't mean you don't miss her. Which is why you texted her this morning, asking if you could drop by for lunch. She eagerly said yes, so a couple of hours later you find yourself on your way to the hospital that holds your girlfriend captive against your will.

It's not your first time coming around Seattle Grace: you've picked Addison up on more than one occasion to take her out on dates, but you've never met any of her colleagues and you've certainly never taken her on a date there. It makes you slightly nervous, but if she agreed, it means it'll be fine.

You walk inside the lobby and look around. You must seem lost, because a dark-haired doctor approaches you almost immediately.

"Hello there, I'm Dr. Shepherd, can I help you?"

You recognize the name from Addison's stories about her previous husband and you smile. This could be fun.

"Hi, actually yes. I'm looking for Dr. Montgomery?"

"Ah, no problem. I'll page -"

Just then, you hear the tell-tale sound of Addison's heels and see her walking towards you, all red-haired and gorgeous and smiling. You smile back.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey, darling." She pecks your lips, then seems to realize you have company and turns her head. "Derek."

The man's eyebrows are raised impossibly high, but he has an amused, kind smile. He looks at your girlfriend.

"So this is y/n." He looks back at you. "No offense, but we were starting to wonder if you were real."

Addison smacks his arm. "Oh, shut up. She's very real and we have a very real date at the cafeteria, so if you'll excuse us?"

Derek chuckles. "How romantic. Well, enjoy. It was nice to meet you, y/n."

"You too!"

You take Addison's hand as she walks you to the cafeteria and you're about to get in the line when someone calls her name.

"Oh, that's Karev, he's my resident today. I just have to check something with him, can you get in line in the meantime?" You nod and start queueing up behind a couple of people. The woman in front of you drops the file she's holding, and you crouch to help her gather up the papers.

"Thank you so much, I'm so stupidly clumsy today," she laughs, and you grin.

"I totally get you, no problem."

You get up at the same time and she stretches out a hand.

"Callie Torres, ortho. I don't think I've seen you before?"

You shake her hand, realizing this is Addison's best friend - and the reason she asked you out to begin with.

"Oh, I don't work here, I'm actually here with Dr. Montgomery. I'm y/n."

Her eyes widen in recognition just as your girlfriend gets back to you, lacing your fingers together again. Callie looks at her, seemingly impressed.

"Well damn, Addie." You both laugh.

"I told you she was attractive," the redhead smiles smugly.

"Actually the words you used were 'hot as fuck', and you were right." You blush and open your mouth to reply when a tall man walks up to your little group.

"Right about what?"

"About Addie's girlfriend being hot," Callie tells him, glancing at you then looking at her best friend with a teasing smile. It's Addison's turn to blush (god, she's so cute when she does that) and the man turns to you and gives you a once-over.

"Well hello there. Mark Sloan."

"Oh. You're Mark," you say with an amused smirk. He smiles proudly.

"I see I've come up in conversation?"

"In warnings," Addison corrects, rolling her eyes, but her smile confirms she's actually fond of him. He nudges her shoulder.

"Well, I've got to say, you still have excellent taste, Red. I'd be more than happy to join you if -"

"Whatever you're about to say, don't you dare."

You all laugh and Addison shoots you a smile. You realize you feel relaxed. It's nice, and it's fun, and you see yourself doing this much more often.

Once you've purchased your food, the four of you make your way towards the tables. Mark wants to sit with you, presumably to ask all sorts of highly personal details, but Callie shows bigger self-control and reminds him that you and Addison are on a date.

"Fine, but we'll have to go out for drinks one of these days," he grumbles. It's only when the two of you promise him you'll do it that he lets the brunette lead him away, and you sit down face-to-face with your girlfriend.

"I'm so glad you came over," she tells you with a lovely smile. You take a bit of your sandwich and smile back.

"Me too. It's weird to see you so little."

"I'm sorry babe, I know. But I swear, I'm doing my best to have some free time next week..."

You're quick to reassure her. "Adds, it's okay, I knew what I was getting into when I decided to date a surgeon. I'm just glad I get to steal you away for a little while -" you stop, seeing the young man Addison was talking to earlier walk towards you, with a raven-haired woman in tow "- before your residents find you again, at least."

Addison turns around and sighs exasperatedly when they reach your table.

"What is it, Karev?"

"There seems to have been a mix-up with the labs -"

"And let me guess, it didn't occur to you to run them again until this very moment?"

You snort quietly at your girlfriend's bossy, sarcastic tone, and you see the other resident do the same. You share an amused smile as her colleague stammers for an answer.

"Evil Spawn, when will you start listening to me? I told you there was no reason to interrupt Dr. Montgomery with what seems to be a very important meeting," she says shooting a wicked grin at you.

"Shut up, Yang."

"Actually," Addison starts, "that's what you should do, since clearly she has smarter suggestions than you and she was right, I'm in the middle of a very important meeting," she adds, winking at you.

"We're really sorry, Dr. Montgomery," the young woman says and turns to look at you. "Cristina Yang, by the way. Are you her mystery lady?"

"The one and only," you grin, seeing your girlfriend blush ever so slightly. "I'm y/n y/l/n."

Karev nods, gathering the labs hurriedly. "Well, it's a pleasure, but I've got to take care of this before your girlfriend kills me. Congratulations Dr. Montgomery, she's really attractive!" he says, quickly walking away. Cristina punches his arm and Addison just rolls her eyes.

"So that's Karev," you grin.

"That's Karev," she confirms with a laugh.

You spend the rest of the hour catching up and making plans for the next week, and then you have to get going, so she walks you back to the lobby, your hands intertwined.

"Addison, y/n, wait!"

You turn around and see Callie making her way towards you with a pretty blonde doctor. Addison smiles.

"Arizona, hi! Thought you were in surgery."

"Yeah, well, Callie told me you finally brought your girl here and I had to meet her," she says grinning at the both of you. "I'm Arizona, Callie's own personal lesbian lover."

You laugh. "I'm y/n, Addison has actually told me quite a bit about you."

"We were thinking we should go on a double date, what do you say?" Callie suggests enthusiastically. Addison looks at you and you nod with a smile.

"Absolutely! Next week?"

They're about to reply when suddenly, three pagers go off. With a groan, Callie says they have an incoming trauma and both her and Arizona say their goodbyes before leaving hurriedly towards the ER. Addison hangs back an extra minute to kiss you goodbye, wrapping one arm around your waist and cupping your cheek with her other hand.

"Thank you for coming, babe."

"Pleasure's all mine," you whisper. "Do you wanna come over to my place later, if you're not on call?" you suggest with a wink.

Addison smirks, lifting an eyebrow. "I'd love to." Her pager beeps again and you leave one last kiss on her lips.

"Go save lives, babe. I'll see you tonight."

"You bet you will," she says running off. "Love you!"

You bite your lip to stop an idiotic grin from spreading across your face, and watch her disappear through the corridors. She might have the worst schedule of the century, but Addison is definitely the best thing that happened to you.

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You’re Not A Rebound

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! Here’s one that’s been bouncing around in my head for a hot minute, enjoy!! :)

Note: Y/N is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons and has been working at Seattle Grace Hospital for a few months, becoming close with some of the interns and even Dr. Addison Montgomery, what happens when a case of toxic blood comes around and you see Addison risk it to give the patient more anesthesia? Based off of Season 3, Episode 14 Wishin’ and Hopin’

Word Count: 1,242

Since you had transferred over to Seattle Grace Hospital, you hadn’t had a boring day since, there was so much drama in this hospital, not like you were complaining, most times… You had come in to help with the more major surgeries, you being one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons out there, so your help was much needed at the hospital.

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Appearances (Addison Montgomery x Reader)

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Erode

Android! Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: mentions of tentacles and squirting, an unusual strap on, android!natasha she’s too hot to not have a warning (lmk if there are things I should add)

Summary: After Natasha’s death, you fell apart and became more desperate to feel her again even when it means you’ll have someone to create...a copy of her.

A/N: Thank you so much for the warm welcome. Reblogs, likes, and reactions from y'all are sexy, believe me. (P.S. if you read my note, comment 69 for no reason at all.)

“Are you sure you’re ready for this Y/N?” Peter uttered in an indistinct manner to you. Absolutely not. But, do you have a choice when everything around you feels disrupted and muddled without her? Ever since her death nothing feels real anymore and before you can even control yourself— “Yeah Peter.” you find yourself lying again. The guy in front of you simply tightened his lips together and looked at you with a look that you hate. Fucking Pity. Jesus Christ, you still have pride okay? So pitiable. Do you still really have pride though Y/N? Pitiful. You felt your lips quivered a little. No, no, not right now please, not in front of him again. “Cut it out Parker, I’m just having mixed emotions right now.” Nibbling at a portion of your thumb, you asked “Where is she?”. Acorn brown eyes then looked away from you and fixated on where your Natasha is. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other with a heartbeat that is faster than how you are moving towards the human capsule covered with a large dark cloth.

Hands shaking, you removed it and...Oh god. She looks so much like her, I mean what did you fucking expect? You asked for this. The way her existence crumbles you is taking your breath away and you remember how many times you wish you could completely give her the breath of life. Hell, you smiled as you scan her calm sleeping face and how her body is carefully strapped down. That’s when you notice a button, wait what? A Button? You looked at Peter, he sensed what you are about to say and crossed his arms. “Listen Y/N, I know that you’re thinking about this android as your new Natasha and you want it to look humanly as possible like y’know without the buttons but Y/N dude, wake up! You can’t just live with this forever.” Poor guy stood awkwardly while scratching his shoulder before he continues “This is the only thing I can think of when you wouldn’t try to take care of yourself. Not attending your therapy sessions and starving yourself.” his words bit you.

“You scolding me is the last thing I need.” You took a deep breath. “Please...stop.”.

He squeezed your shoulders gently making you notice that you actually had your head down the whole time. “You are in love with Nat, Y/N. We all know that of course but certainly, that woman wants you to be in love with being alive. I miss the old you dude. If only I could take away the pain.”

A heavy sigh from him triggered you. Suddenly, you felt yourself sitting on the cold floor and you hugged your knees to steady yourself. You are falling apart. “Y/N, it’s okay..let them go.” He kneeled on one knee and started to pat your back. Strained sobs can be heard at the room at first before you decided to let out a forced chuckle. Damn, this is awkward. “Thank you, you idiot, for having your ass with me.” It hurts because what he told you is true. You indeed gotta try. Although the only time you feel comfort is when you feel down and lonely, you gotta try. Thoughts like that ran on your mind as you glanced at Natasha with tears on your eyes.

“So um, what’s your plan Pete? How does this work?” A hum was responded. “Basically, this is Nat but she doesn’t really have the ability to wholly recreate what the real Natasha feels for you. This one focuses on technicalities; It is designed to accommodate your needs with its features. It has one that’s similar to a holter monitor, the one you use for evaluating your heart rate? Don’t worry you won’t be needing any wires for it and erhm..MJ might have added something that she believes will help you...a lot.” Discomfort and embarrassment are evident on his face but you ignored it.

“What about the button? What’s it for?” You pointed out. “That is actually not a button.” Clearly, your best friend is struggling to talk to you with his usual euphemism, let the guy breathe, jeez. To help him, you turned your back on him and touched the human capsule gently. “It’s a self destructing chip. Since Natasha is the thing you needed the most for now,” you tilted your head with his choice of words “I want this thing to help you feel at home with yourself again may it be subconsciously or not. You get to talk to her like a friend but when the time comes and she’s sure you won’t need her anymore, she’ll self destruct.” Why is he acting like it’s that fucking easy?

“H-how is she supposed to be sure that I’m not gonna miss her again? That I don’t need her?” You licked and sucked your bottom lip. Desperate for a distraction.

You hugged yourself again. You wanna be mad at him, at Natasha, at the world— Fuck, you don’t even know anymore. You are lost. Look at you finding a way to blame something or anyone. At least, that way, you’ll have answers.

“Simple Y/N, Science.” And with that, you were left alone..once again.

———

You figured that you must clean your place first as much as you do before your movie nights with her. Eventually you would tidy yourself up and make yourself look so pretty, all of it only for her. She earns it nonetheless because of how she reassures you and loves you so, so goddamn right. Drowning on your thoughts once more? Pathetic. With a sigh, you turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a robe. There’s no denying that you are being consumed by your stinging hunger for her and maybe this is why you’d starve yourself sometimes because whether you like it or not, you feel empty despite the times you’d try to indulge your self..what’s the point right?

A whooshing sound was produced, kind of what you hear when you open a soda except it’s louder. She was wearing a nude colored sleeveless suit called thermoptic according to Peter and her beautiful hair is done in braids. Her eyes were closed. You didn’t hesitate to stroke her arm meekly until it reaches the gaps of her fingers.

Those rosy, slim fingers of hers will be the death of you. Sucking your inner cheeks, you decided to call it a night. Everything needs to look stable and good when she’s finally with you.

Out of nowhere, small clicks echoed throughout the room and a warm stature fell on top of you. “Mhmf.” your gasp was muffled and your nostrils were filled with a scent of vanilla. This is not what you planned. The sensation of her chest on you awoke the plum peaks of your Venus mounds. A sudden shallow breath of hers tickles the bottom of your ear ‘causing you to involuntary giggle and lift your hips against her. Wrong move. How can you forget that you are literally naked and wet from the shower. She pressed her hands on the floor to bridge herself up from you along with her left knee.

“Ahn..” The problem was it’s definitely not the fucking floor her knee was pressing on. Natasha raised her eyebrows at you. Oh no. Is she perhaps, gonna mock you? You can’t help it that her actions make you needy. I mean it’s been a long time since you’ve been enveloped like this.

“My apologies, are you alright?” The auburn haired woman asked a little constrained? “Y-yeah.” More than alright actually. Yet, she feels familiar and foreign at the same time.

She held your hand as she stands up. “If you ever feel sad, try taking a cold shower while eating an orange.” Natasha commented. You felt a thumb rubbing on the top of your hand. Now, you feel more guilty for being dirty. Look at her being cute and blurting out whatever’s on her mind.

You raised a question instead “Why do you think so, silly?”. A pair of hands fixed your bathrobe before you hear her explain that cold showers increase endorphins and oranges are well, oranges. Scratch that, you can’t understand the rest of what she says because you’re simply staring at her. Everything is starting to feel fuzzy again but this time in a good way.

“Y/N?” She blinked at you. So she knows you already?

“Uh, I think I’m gonna go get you some clothes.” You told her.

———

She was currently holding a tank top, shorts and a pair of underclothings. Soft palms were caressing it as she inspects it. As if it was the easiest thing to do, your eyes raked the way her suit heaves when she inhales. The zipping at the back of her suit doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You want to unravel it.

“You can come closer and unzip it Y/N.” Goosebumps appeared on your skin at her straightforwardness. She was observing you and trying to infer things with a blank face. You have mixed emotions about this. From her defined collarbones to her edges, you surely took your time unzipping it. You inserted your hands inside the sides of her suit to adjust it and make it fall. At this point, your bottom lip was already swollen from you biting it hard.

“89 BPM, eyes diluted and blood pressure rising.” Her irises were red while stating such. You are still facing her back. God, of course she knows her affects on you.

You are the one who’s being unraveled here. “Uh, what?” Your pinky was playing with the tip of her zipper due to your nervousness. She drops everything and you let out a whimper when she gently but firmly grabbed your wrist “Do you want me?”.

“ I asked you a question, how do you want me Y/N?-“ a small lick can be felt on your wrist and you swear to god you are about to faint... Tingles were slowly dominating your lower abdomen. She stayed like that for a second.

“- teach me how to love you.” She finishes. Fuck.

Searing lips then coursed through her. Without any second thoughts, you welcomed her with open legs. You hooked your forearms around her neck and pecked her chin before letting her insert her tongue into your mouth. Addictive, addictive, addictive. That was all you can think about.

You shivered when you felt her tongue brush the roof of your mouth leading you to pull away. “N-nat.” Her shoulder was pressed against your forehead. “Ohghh...” You endured the feeling of your buttock being groped roughly like it was made for her.

“So this is what you like?” She whispered. What caught you off guard is when her fingers teased your bikini line making you squirm.

“Communication is the key, Y/N.” She’s starting to sound artificial and controlled. You didn’t answer.

Rather, you cupped her cheeks hoping she takes the hint to throw away those fucking technicalities and rules. Something’s telling you to stop her being solely Natasha’s figure.

Can’t we just pretend?

She engulfed your legs around her as the tooth rotting kisses and heated puffs continued. When you opened your eyes, you saw yourself sitting on the top of your headboard against the wall and she’s observing you again. You don’t like it because it feels fucking calculated and not raw. It reminds you that it’s not her. It hurts. This is not enough. “Did you know the wrist is one of the erogenous zones of a—“ you shut her up with a kiss. You don’t need her to explain every little thing about how she does you good. You simply need her to be her.

“Please Nat. Please, just love me harder.”

That destabilized her, you can tell as she roughly dry humps against your core and clutched your hair painfully good so you were now looking at the ceiling. She then skinned your neck with her tounge agonizingly slow. Your breathing was ragged. You glanced at her and tried to jerk her nipples that are begging for attention. However the same hand was used to cover your mouth quickly when she placed it on you, never letting it go. “You have every part of me, angel face. Now let me handle this.” There she goes with the reassurance. She rubbed the heart of your femininity, excitement and arousal were oozing out of it.

A thumb and an index finger gaped your cunt. She hums at your whining and gaped it even more, you were practically grinding on nothing. “W-what are you doing? God, please fill me up.” You want her to satisfy the lonely spaces inside you.

Two of her fingers went it and moved in a ‘come here’ motion stimulating a certain spot. You didn’t mean to but you reached out for her wrist. The pleasure was a little overwhelming. “Ho-ly shit! Aghhg..” She continued pumping in and out while massaging your insides. Lewd sounds of your pussy can be heard, you know something’s coming and it’s embarrassing.

You like it but to save your pride, you shaked your head. Natasha pushed you on the wall a little harder this time. “Y/N, please let me.” She thrusted even faster while touching your clit using her other hand.

Your knuckles were at your back and you were rubbing on her to alleviate some pain.

“S-sorry, f-fuck!” You squirted and while it’s happening she consistently slapped your core. Your thighs were shaking. She smiled when she saw your mouth formed an O.

“Sensitive mghm..” You told her and in return she kissed your forehead. Hell, she can make you squirt that easily?

“It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” She stated as if she can read your mind. What is she doing? She is staring at you again mindlessly.

“I’m checking if your body is ready.” Oh. You offered her a smile and touched her arm.

“ I love you Nat.”

Is it bad if you want the woman in front of you to say those words back? Even if it’s impossible that she actually feels it.

The bed shaked a little as she went down on you. “You are loved, Y/N.” Ecstasy, sadness and validation surge over you. You have an idea that she’s referring to your loved ones and how they treasure you. A parted mouth gave your outer lips sloppy kisses and in time, licked the closer parts to your clit. “Haah...Aghh! Tasha, oh god.” She inserted her tounge inside you for a couple of times.

You hate that you feel alone despite being with them.

All of a sudden, she sucked your clit hard while moving her head side ways roughly to earn more friction and clawed your thighs. Look at you being a sobbing mess. Not sure if your thoughts are the cause of it or her work.

So cold yet, burning.

She gave you a long lick driving you into thinking it’s about to end but no. Then, she assaulted some kittenish licks on it.

“Ngghng..are you gonna let me finish?” Empty eyes stared at you which is why you are surprised when you felt her giggle against you.

“Wait for it, Y/N. You haven’t even seen this part of me.” She ended the sentence with a tap on the side of your face and wiped some of your tears. “Shh..don’t cry anymore, it’ll be alright.”

It gets easier right?

You nodded obediently and watched her harness an unorthodox strap on. Nat knows you can take her rod all in just to make her damn proud. This leaves you wondering as to what’s with this tiny, circular toy. “Just trust me honey.” You took that as a signal to walk towards her. “Turn your back on me and sit on this.” You followed what she told you to do so.

She rubbed it on your folds earning a relieved and breathy moan from you. Currently, you are on a reverse cowgirl position and you are aware of her breasts on your back. You bit your lip at the thought and rubbed on it which caused her to groan for the first time. A buzz on your swollen cunt made you open your eyes and you felt the toy growing bigger until it reaches inside, widening your poor pussy. You choked on your saliva and rolled your eyes. You reached for Natasha’s Jaw and kissed her.

“Don’t be scared, Y/N. This is for your own good.” What does she mean? Your thoughts dissipated as soon as she covered your eyes with her hand and started pounding into you at a fast pace. She was grunting and moaning too. It seems like she can feel you and that idea makes your pussy tighten. “Look at this kitty clenching and swallowing my cock huh?” She rubbed circles on your clit and groped your breast hard. This is the first time you heard her say something vulgar. Does she also know that it turns you on?

It’s sad though. It’s sad that only an android can make you feel like a human again. “Right there! H-haah..shit mhm.” But you don’t care, she’s filling you up and the void inside you.

“Y/N, are you gonna let me make you feel so much better?” She bit your shoulder and you nodded feverlishly. With that, you felt metallic tentacles opening your legs apart more. Oh god. Is this is what Peter was referring to? This is almost the same thing with what Dr. Alfredo Molina had when he was battling Peter. You were shaken up again. Breasts bouncing and the tentacles continued their work, circling and playing with you like a fucking toy. At one point, you can feel them harden more.

“S-shit! I don’t think I can handle it Nat.” Especially with another one flickering and sucking your nipples hard. “Almost there babe. A-almost.” Did she just stutter? This is driving you crazy. You inhaled sharply and your whole body was convulsing. “Let go Y/N.” As much as you didn’t want to reach your peak and finally end this, you came so fucking hard and squirted again. “Look at you Y/N.”

The tentacles disappeared and Natasha unexpectantly, hugged you tightly. The gaps of her fingers..they intertwined with yours. She nuzzled her nose on your cheeks.

“Did you like it hm?” Your answer was a nod. Why can’t you have this? Forget about the self-destruction thing, you’re wouldn’t dare to let go of her. Who cares, this is what being alive means to you.

“Promise me, you’ll do better than this.” Red eyes looked at you. A feeling is now building up inside you. It’s lifting the weight on your chest but you don’t want it? Yes you’re fucked up. I mean you’re used to feeling homesick for her even though it kills you because she’s the only one who gave you the comfort of a home. You don’t think you can survive without those feelings. Fuzzy again. You thought.

“Take a rest now, shh.” No, no, you don’t wanna forget whatever is this but for some reason your eyes are getting heavy.

It’s hard to explain but you can feel your longing for her eroding. It’s like your veins and flesh were not familiar with it in the first place. You sense a towel wiping you with care. This can’t happen.

You’re scared, you don’t think you can love someone this way again.

“C-can’t sleep. Don’t go..Nat..I love you..” The last word barely came out of your mouth and suddenly, you blacked out.

The android’s eyes were back to its original color now.

“Mission Accomplished. Shutting down.”

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Invisible Strings (Addison Montgomery x Reader)

If anyone told you were to be married to Addison Montgomery, you would have not believed them.

At first glance, she seemed like an insane woman – she cheated on her own husband and then came back because she was sorry. Ironically enough, the more you avoided Addison, the more fate brought you closer.

You were one of the best interns in the hospital, along with Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey, but unlike them you did not have a favorite interest: you were simply enticed by the miracles of the human life. Noticing your never-ending curiosity, Addison constantly chose you to stay under her service. After some time, she started frequenting your favorite spot at Discovery Park, your calming space. It was one of the few moments you were nothing but a common girl admiring nature.

You will never forget the day you saw her sitting on a bench, with a teal-colored shirt, a yogurt, and a wondering look in her face. You did not exchange words with each other that day, but if you bothered to look up from your reading, you would have realized the stolen glances from Addison to you. From that day on, Addison realized her infatuation for you, but it was only after the a patient's surgery she willingly recognized her feelings.

"So," Addison started, staring at you. You had just scrubbed in this 4-hours risky surgery, in which the mother and baby made it.

"So." You went in her direction with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. Although no one died, you could feel the tension in the air. "Do you always come here?" You joked, making her chuckle.

"Does that line ever works for you?" Addison genuinely asked. She knew you were into women; the hospital staff never let anyone forget.

"Worked with one nurse," you shrugged and winked at her. "Hey, I am going to share the news with the patient's husband–" you stopped yourself for a second, having another thought. "thanks for choosing me to help you with this surgery. I know how important those cases are to you." You finished, this time putting your hand over her shoulder. The touch was simple and fast, but Addison couldn't help but feel shivers sent across her spine.

When you left, she sighed loudly. She was tired of having to pretend everything was okay, from the exhausting surgery cases to her relationship with Derek, every conversation with you highlighted her day. She felt thrilled every time she heard your voice, and she knew what this meant. She had a girl crush, and she would do anything in her power to get closer to you.

For you, the situation was simpler. You were aware of your sexuality, and you were surrounded by beautiful women in Seattle Grace, finding them attractive was just part of the job. It was not until a work trip with Addison that you developed a crush.

You were in the intern's room with your friends, hiding from the attendings. You all were, in all honesty, overwhelmed with the number of surgeries in the past 72 hours, and rambling to your friends was your favorite pastime.

"She is taking you to L.A?" Cristina asked, with her eyes popping out of her face.

"That is like a rendevouz!" She teased while staring at you intensively, almost as if trying to get a reaction from you.

"I wish Alex would take me to L.A," Izzie replied with a dreamy look. You rolled her eyes at their fake commotion.

"We are just getting some eggs back. It is a boring work trip." You moved to your locker, grabbing some snacks. "I may also meet some of her doctor friends. They work at this private practice... maybe I'll even transfer," you joked, this time Cristina running her eyes at you and Izzie muffling a laugh.

"You wouldn't dare!" Meredith said, punching you with her elbow. You all laughed this time, knowing there was no other place where you would rather be.

The trip with Addison, however, was completely unusual. During the plane, Addison was overly nice, trying to learn more about you, and giving you space to get to know her, too. When you finally arrived and entered her rented red car, you saw her smile from ear to ear while silence surrounded the both of you. You debated if you should be the first to say something, opting to make it less awkward.

"I never seen you like this," you say, admiring the beach at your left.

"Like what?" she asked, quickly glancing you with an arched brow.

"So free. It's... Its a good look on you," you replied, this time looking at your hands. These words just felt out of your mouth, and you knew you had jeopardized your friendship. To Addie, that was the moment she ralized you saw her for who she was.

To your helpless self, every moment on that trip felt like a date. You stayed at a 4-stars hotel, you had dinner at a 4-stars restaurant, you met her friends, and you even helped her with others case. To you, that was the moment everything changed.

After returning to Seattle, Addison started being bolder. She would randomly compliment you, and even let you operate by yourself once. You had no idea why, but you chose not to complain either. The others just guessed that Addison was glad to have someone interested in obstetrics and gynecology.

It was not until she broke up with Derek and headed to Joe’s bar that you had it figure it out.

You spent the entire night watching her. Addison looked enchantingly sad, and she probably did not want to see you – you were best friends with Meredith, after all. If she noticed your heavy look on her, she made sure to hide it. You did not make a move until you saw her running into the bathroom crying, and you quickly chased after her.

"Hey," you said with a worried look on your face. "I know I am probably one of the last person you want to see, but I am here." Addison did not know if it was the drinking talking or the way you were looking at her – like she mattered – but the only thought in her head was how she had to have you. Without hesitating, she pulled you closer and kissed you.

It did not matter you were kissing in a bathroom.

It did not matter you were her intern.

You fastly wrapped your arms around her, deepening the kiss. You moaned as her thigh pressed against your core, and then she broked the kiss, biting your lower lip.

"Let's go to my hotel room," Addison said, lacing your hands with hers.

You had been going out for three months in pure secret. Apart from Joe and Cristina knowing, really, because hey, they know how to keep a secret. You were extremely careful in public, and the one time you were not, Derek caught you two.

It was past midnight, and none of your friends were around. You were on call, and she kissed you goodbye as she ran her fingers through your hair. It was also on this very passionate moment that the both of you heard something fall into the ground. When you turned your back, there was Sheppard with his mouth wide open and his pager on the floor.

"Should we run?" You whispered, alternating between looking at her and Derek.

"He will get over it," Addie shrugged, smiling at you.

As you finished breathing in and out, you looked at Meredith and Cristina, smiling. You had just delayed the marriage in a couple of minutes because of an anxiety attack.

"I am ready," you pronounced and they nodded. As they left, you waited about one minute to start walking down the aisle. When you arrived, you closed your eyes, holding back tears. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Our time was wondrous," you whispered to her, holding back a laugh. "I want start my vows with a legend. The legend of an invisible red string, which ties two people together – those who are meant to meet, no matter how far apart they live or how different they lives are. And I, with my whole heart, believe that because of the odds of the universe, all along there was some string tying you to meet–" you began, and as you observed her smile and the admiring faces of the crowd, you knew you had found your new home.

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