#Natasha Ali

[usercreate]

I'm sorry, did I step on your moment?

[togrowoldinv]

One day I’ll write a fic I’ve had in my mind about mama Natasha watching her kids play high school basketball and being absolutely way too into the game

[cinemgc]

Ms. Marvel (1ª Temp.)

Episodio 1: ''Generation Why''

• Dirección: Adil El Arbi, Bilall Fallah

• Guión: Bisha K. Ali

• Cinematografía: Robrecht Heyvaert

• Cast: Iman Vellani, Matt Lintz

[dulcewrites]

I loved the fmo djats snippets! was Quinton trying to flirt thats why aemond was defensive? 😆 do you have more thoughts on moments reader feels distant with aemond and her situation? Or how she felt when she found out and confronting aemond and everyone?

This isn’t right when she finds out (I do have snippets of that I can post if y’all want that), but this happens after the divorce is finalized. The news just leaked in the press. Y’all told me that fmo reader needs to have her revenge moment. I think it’s more likely that this reader will.

Attention

You need to go and show that you’re doing fine without him

Carmi’s words ring in your head as state at yourself at the mirror. Running your hands over the dress. Going to this gala was a last minute thing that your friend pushed you to.

“I think you look great,” you turn to see Alicent leaning against the doorframe. You had called her last minute to stay with Daella for the night while you were gone.

“This is a bad idea.”

It’s all you can think about. A dress you designed, cameras and press everywhere, him and her. This is a recipe for distaster.

“Probably,” your brows furrow further at Alicent’s truthful admission. She gives you a bashful smile. “A week after I filed for divorce from Viserys, I showed up to Helaena’s dance recital in the dress I wore when we met.”

Your brows then shoot up in surprise. From the years, you’ve known Alicent, she’s been nothing the picture of lovely and frankly… perfect. It’s hard to imagine her being that petty. Or the fact that she’s essentially giving you permission to do that to her son.

“Sometimes we have to allow ourselves to have a bad idea.”

It was all you needed to hear to get your foot out the door. The car was pulled up out front. Tyland greets you with a bright smile. As the car pulls off, he lets out a laugh when you down the champagne he gives you.

“Everything will be fine. You look amazing, we will get to network, and he probably has no idea you’re coming,” he squeezes your hand tenderly.

You and Tyland Lannister had become fast friends since you started working for his brother’s fashion house. He was refreshingly funny which led to you cracking up when you were around him. Laughter was something you needed more lately.

You nod gingerly, getting another glass to drink. Your mind is racing with so many possibilities. A deep pool of nerves sits in your stomach. You say a small prayer when you see the flicker of camera flashes outside.

Here goes nothing

Aemond feels like he can’t breathe; he is sure the tie around his neck is too tight. He’s never been a fan of suit, or parties. So, this gala seemed like it would be his worst nightmare, and he was not wrong.

Their manager told them they should go as a group; be a united front for a good cause. Their first public appearance since… everything. Helaena, Quinton, and Aegon had been short since they all arrived. Notiably together and without him and Alys.

“Helaena, I heard about you taking classes to get your masters in entomology,” Alys tries to make conversation. “That’s incredible.”

Helaena blinks blankly. Opens her mouth, looks at her younger brother, then closes it again. She leans back in her chair before taking a deep breath. “Thanks.”

Short and to the point. How all their conversations have gone lately.

The table is silent again unless someone comes over and then they have to fake being pleasurable. Alys squeezes his hand under the table. He flashes a brief smile but it falls slowly. The whole night has felt off, even more than he expended, but Aemond can’t put his finger on why.

“Oh my god.”

Quinton’s eyes are focused on something behind Aemond. Helaena looks as if she’s a ghost. Aemond sees Alys turn around but then quicky snap her head back.

“Yeah, I need another drink,” Aegon sighs, getting up to go over to the bar.

Aemond finally turns, and bile gets stuck in his throat. He watches as a couple of people come up to greet you. Now he knows he can’t breathe.

“Did you know she was coming,” Alys pipes up when Aemond’s gaze doesn’t seem to leave you. He shakes his head slowly. Your eyes flash from the person you are talking to their table. They linger on Aemond for a moment before you turn your attention back to the woman in front of you.

Aemond finally turns around to see Helaena and Quinton glaring at him. Aegon comes back with two drinks in hand. The commotion that came in with you follows you as walk towards the tables. Aemond notices the guy following behind you, his hand on the small of your back. You pay their table no mind as you walk past it. Aemond senses Alys’ gaze on the side of his face.

He can feel a head splitting headache coming on.

“You look nice.”

The hairs on the back of your neck standup. Aemond comes to stand next to you at the bar.

“Thanks,” you give him a once over. “You too. Though I never thought grey was your color.”

You fiddle with the stirrer in your drink.

“What are doing here,” the polite tone is dropped once the bartender goes to help someone on the opposite side of the bar.

You furrow your brows in false confusion. “It’s a fashion and arts fundraising gala. I work in fashion.”

“You know what I mean,” Aemond leans in closer. “If you are doing this to upset Alys, yo-“

A bark of laughter comes out in disbelief. You turn to look at him.

“Wow, we got divorced, you moved out, our child asks me why her father lives somewhere else now, and you’re still worried about her,” you shake your head. “Well, I glad you seem to care about someone’s feelings getting hurt.”

You turn back to the bar worried that if you keep looking at him, you’ll cry. Most of your ire is with Aemond and his choices, but you can’t help but feel that she should be the one coming to you, apologizing for what has happened.

No once cared for your feelings, why should you take hers into consideration.

Aemond sighs. “I never meant to hurt you, and especially not Daella. I just.. I just I don’t want things to be bad between all of us.”

You look over your shoulder at their table. Everyone looking at the two of you, and you’re sure they are not the only ones. You turn to him while picking up your drink.

“Your band is waiting for you.”

You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk back to your table. Tyland gives you a sympathetic look.

“Are you ok?”

Swallowing hard, you give him a watery smile.

“No, but I think I will be.”

[meandmypagancrew]

Literal years ago (the first one I made, the DEH one, was made in August of 2021) I had an idea to make a full ten edit set of letters in musicals. But then... well, a lot of things happened and the project never got finished and in fact, I stopped making musical theatre gifs at all. Without any note or explanation, I just kind of disappeared, and then only recently resurfaced to start posting about Death Note. But while looking through my hard drive, I found these.

They were hard to make and I'm proud of them, but I also know the final four will never be made. I don't even know if I remember now what they were supposed to be. So here.

My final general musical theatre gifset and the farewell I owed you all years ago. This blog will remain, continuing to post about Death Note with a heavy preference to my personal favorite version (the musical) until the hyperfixation passes and then it will probably go dormant again, but I will always be around, even if I'm not posting. If you send an ask or a DM, I will almost always get back to you within 24 hours, usually even less, but if you want daily posts, then you'd have to go find me at @probablygayattorneys which is my most active sideblog, dedicated to the DS puzzle games of the aughts, primarily Professor Layton, Phoenix Wright, Hotel Dusk: Room 215 and Trace Memory/Another Code Recollection.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the last of the musical theatre gifsets, and so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.

[surviving-in-the-fog]

I guess today is a Kickass sort of day

[capriciouswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Unreliable Narrator, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU) Series: Part 28 of shall i compare thee to a may day crashing on a mountain top? Summary:

Jason stands with his hand on the back of the chair and watches the monitors for the first time, Tim watches with him although he’s seen it before.

 (For the BirdWatchers One Word Prompt Challenge Day 148 - "Bank")

[alyygx]

Hey y'all!

I've been thinking about adding two different tag lists to my posts; one for my edits and one for my fics. Let me know if you want on any of my tag lists. Please also indicate what fandoms you want tagged in also! (I have a fandoms list on my masterlist)

[zonetrente-trois]

SKYMED – Season 2 Episode 1 – SPOILERS ⁓ Lexi deals with snakes on a plane. Tristan and Haley catch a runaway snowplow.

[itwcsmcroon]

“Is the corset too much?” ( alys & natasha ) @ofthecosmos

natasha tilted her head to the side as she looked over the others' outfit. it was a lot, but what was halloween if not an opportunity to be as over the top and outlandish as possible without judgement? she shook her head then, one of her shoulders shrugging. "nah, i think it looks great. it ties the whole outfit together, in fact." she decided. "very sexy as well, but you sure you're going to be able to wear it all night? corsets have never exactly been the most comfortable garments to come into and out of fashion."

[suchananewsblog]

Varun Dhawan drops cute post to mark his second anniversary with Natasha Dalal - Pic inside - Times of India

Varun Dhawan and Natasha Dalal celebrated two years of marital bliss yesterday. The couple tied the knot in January 2021 after knowing each other since school. They’ve been childhood sweethearts and continue to serve couple goals over the years!As the couple celebrated their second anniversary, Varun dropped a cute picture with Natasha and his dog Joey. He wrote, “♾ not counting the time I spend…

[simplyamazed]

Janhvi Kapoor, Malaika Arora wear black, Sara Ali Khan decks up in ethnic look at Varun Dhawan's anniversary bash. Watch

Actor Varun Dhawan and wife Natasha Dalal hosted an anniversary bash for their Bollywood friends at their Mumbai home on Tuesday night. Attending the festivities were Janhvi Kapoor, Sara Ali Khan, Arjun Kapoor, Malaika Arora, Anil Kapoor, Karan Johar, Manish Malhotra, and others celebs. Many of the stars such as Janhvi, Malaika, Karan and Anil were seen in black party outfits. Sara, on the other…

[togrowoldinv]

Instagram

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You find out about Natasha’s secret Instagram while she’s away on a mission

Note: Inspired by the romanoffthereal account Scarlett is definitely running lol. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

When you walk into the living room, you hear your oldest kids giggling. You smile at the sound, but your curiosity is piqued when you notice their attention is on a phone.

“What’s up?” You ask them. Ali drops her phone into her lap and they all turn to you. You raise a brow.

“Hi Mom,” she says. Her voice is sincere but her eyes don’t quite meet yours.

“Do I even want to know?” You ask, assuming it was something the kids wouldn’t want to spend time explaining why it’s funny.

The boys stand up as if on cue and excuse themselves with a little side hug to you. They’re getting older, but still remain sweet.

“Just ask Mama,” Ali says before running off too.

You shake your head in confusion. Why would Natasha know what they’re laughing at? She’s not even in town. A mission she didn’t want to go on pulled her away for a couple of weeks.

The rest of the day is spent trying to wrangle all of the kids. You don’t find anymore sneaky laughter sessions. Settling in for the night, you lie down and get on your phone.

That’s when you see your friend sent you a post on Instagram. It’s been a while since you opened the app, finding yourself way too busy with kids and with Nat not wanting too much of the family information online.

You open the message to see a picture of a Black Widow toy along with other Avengers. Before you even read the caption of the post, you read the message from your friend.

Is this your wife?

You furrow your brow in confusion. Clicking on the photo, you see the post is written in first person from an account named romanoffthereal.

Surely not, you type in response.

You examine the photo further and wonder if it really could be her. But surely she would’ve told you she made a secret Instagram. Right?

You try to sleep, but the cold spot in the bed next to you doesn’t help. You miss Natasha. Glancing at the clock, you decide maybe she’s getting up across the world.

Your contact photo of Nat always makes you smile. A silly selfie she took one day on your phone when you left it on the table. You click on it and wait for your wife’s voice to ring through.

Unfortunately she never picks up. You sigh and put your phone back on the nightstand. Sleep never comes around and soon it’s 5am.

You get up and start on breakfast for the kids. It’s a never ending process, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. The life you and Natasha have made is absolutely perfect.

As if she knows you’re thinking of her, Natasha finally calls you back.

“Hey,” you answer.

“Hi sweetheart,” she replies. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You sound upset. Plus, you called me in the middle of the night,” Natasha explains.

“You knew I was upset by me saying one word?”

“I’m a spy, baby,” she jokes. “And we’ve been married forever now. I have good news though.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“One second,” she says.

You wait for her to reply over the phone, but instead you’re met with the front door opening. Natasha walks in with a grin on her face.

Whatever fruit you were cutting is abandoned. You run over to her and hug her tight.

“It’s okay,” Nat says. “I’m back.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” Nat replies.

You kiss her lips and hold her tight once again. Soon, the kids wake up and everyone is so happy to see Nat.

By dinner time, she’s soaked up all of the love she can take. Nat escapes to some solitude to decompress from the mission.

You take her a plate of food to your bedroom. She’s sitting on the bed on her phone.

“So, I have a question,” you say. She narrows her eyes. “And I expect you’ll have an answer.”

“Okay,” she says, but comes out more like a question.

“Do you have an Instagram you didn’t tell me about?”

Natasha smirks. She’s been caught.

“Which one of those kids ratted on me?” She asks.

“Wait, it’s true?!”

“It was for fun,” Nat shrugs. “For the kids to laugh at. So who told you? Was it Jack? He never could lie to you.”

“It was not the kids actually,” you say. “Although, I did see them all laughing at their phone’s yesterday and Ali said to ask you why.”

Natasha chuckles and smiles softly at the fact that she made the kids laugh. She prides herself on being humorous, even in a nerdy way.

“My friend sent me the post though,” you say. Nat doesn’t smile at that.

“Shit, I thought I made it private.”

“No, baby. You know for a super spy, you’re really bad at using media,” you tease her.

“I’ll remember you said that,” Nat says, feigning seriousness.

You laugh and lean into her. Nat wraps you in a hug so tight you can barely breathe.

“I’ll delete it,” Nat says after a minute.

“The kids like it. Just have them help you make it private,” you suggest.

“Deal.” A minute later she adds, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you reply.

“Mhm,” she hums.

You pull away from her just enough to look in her eye. She kisses you deeply. Her want for you is evident in her touch.

“The kids occupied?” She asks.

“I turned on a movie,” you say.

“Perfect.”

The two of you don’t waste a second getting reacquainted with each other. Life with her is perfect with her silly Instagram and all.

[smalls-words]

no no it’s definitely you little love! my cutest and sweetest little angel ever 🥺🥰

i love you so much, thank you for letting me be in your life this way 💛💙💚💜

- ali 💛

bu bu dats you! YOU da cutesest and sweetest angel, cebause i says so! 🤭🤭

i luv you moreeeeeeeeeeeee 🤭🤭🥺🥺🥰🥰💛💛💚💚💙💙💜💜

[cactus-cuddler]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝓐 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼

Natasha Romanoff

x female reader

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Word count: 2,5 k

Plot: it's your anniversary and as gifts Natasha gave you a picnic under the stars and you something to relive your memories together

Genre: romantic, fluff

Author's note: English is not a language I'm very good at so sorry for any mistakes!!

It's a starry night. The sky is clear without a single cloud, the moon is full and illuminates the surrounding landscape. You and Natasha are on a hill where you can enjoy an amazing view. For your anniversary, Natasha organized a picnic under the stars, something you found absolutely adorable. You're sitting on a beach towel, one of those with an illustration of a woman with a perfect body holding a drink decorated with a small umbrella. Not chosen by chance, it's part of a memory you both share, included in the gift you gave to Nat. The gift package is rectangular and wrapped in Disney princesses wrapping paper, topped with a card featuring a cactus cover and the words "A year of smile" Inside is an album of photographs of you and Natasha, from your first date to your first argument and your first time together. Natasha flips through the album with a tender smile on her lips and tears shining in her eyes.

"I don't know what to say, it's wonderful," she says, hugging you tightly. You kiss under those stars, and after breaking away, you decide to browse through it together. Each page has a lyric from a song that best expresses the emotions you felt when the photo was taken.

It's you, it's always you

If I'm ever gonna fall in love, I know it's gon' be you

It's you, it's always you

Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you

So please don't break my heart, don't tear me apart

I know how it starts, trust me, I've been broken before

Don't break me again, I am delicate

Please don't break my heart, trust me, I've been broken before

It's you - Ali Gatie

This song opens your scrapbook, and the photo illustrates your first date. You weren't at a luxurious restaurant; on the contrary, you preferred to go and get ice cream together. Natasha doesn't seem like someone who shows her feelings, but at that moment, she was afraid of making a bad impression on you and ruining her chance to be with you. She couldn't even hold the ice cream without dropping it!

"Remember how much we laughed?" you ask and Nat give you an pinch. In fact, the photo on the two pages dedicated to your date are: Nat's ice cream on the floor, a selfie with both of you hugging, a photo of the park you went to, and the ice cream shop.

"Why that song?" she asked you curiously, with the album on her lap.

"This song reminds me so much of you. You've been through a lot, and I'm very sure that deep inside, you're afraid that I might hurt you one day. But I assure you, it won't be like that," you say as she smiles and turns to the next pages.

I'd do anything in my power to see you just smile

I want you to prosper and come proper

Even if that means I ain't by your side

I'd do anything in my power to see you just smile

I want you to prosper and come proper

Even if that means I ain't by your side

Smile - Juice WRLD & The weeknd

"What do you mean that you dedicated two pages to the first smile I gave you?" she asks, giggling.

To see Natasha's first smile, you had to work hard, but in the end, you managed to make her smile! or not?

You weren't together yet; it was during the first days when you knew each other and you were new to the Avengers. Your colleagues had warned you that Natasha is not someone who smiles a lot after you whispered to Wanda as a joke, 'Is she in mourning or does she always have that expression?' So you decided to take it as a challenge. You were determined to make that woman smile if it was the last thing you did. You invited her to have coffee together under the pretext of getting to know each other better, and to make her smile, you tried making jokes, talking about your embarrassing moments, or simply making funny faces like you would with children. Not even a hint of a laugh or a smile. But then, a mother with a small child entered the bar. The child, who must have been about three years old, waved her little hand at you both, saying 'hello'. Nat returned the greeting with a wave and a smile. A smile. A smile on her lips that lit up your eyes with joy, and you swear you fell in love right then and there. So those two pages are filled with a photo of the bar, the coffee and croissant you shared, the picture you took with the child (since the mother was a fan of yours — like half the planet, by the way), and a photo capturing her smiling lips. “I love it when you smile, babe,” you tell her, caressing the back of her hand.

Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me

Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me

Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me

Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me

Hate me - Ellie Goulding & Juice WRLD

"Our first fight?" she asks you, and you nod.

"It's an important part of our relationship," you reply, looking at the photos. A broken plate, Natasha's living room, popcorn, and Natasha's unmade bed in the photo. Your fight had a happy ending, quite literally, considering your clothes strewn on the floor beside her bed. You were watching a movie — you don't even remember which one, by the way — and you started arguing about who was right between the protagonist and the antagonist. You sided with the protagonist, while Natasha empathized with the antagonist due to his troubled past, though you believed it didn't justify his actions. The discussion escalated, and you angrily smashed a plate on the floor. After half an hour, you both started laughing, deciding to release your pent-up anger by making your neighbors dislike you.

“What a silly fight we had,” you say, laughing as you recall Natasha's flushed face, which matched her hair perfectly.

“I'm still on the bad guy's side,” Natasha whispers, and you glare at her before turning to the next page.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Dandelions - Ruth B

“Now the page from when we officially got engaged,” Natasha says. She had organized a romantic dinner, even though it's not your thing. She wanted to create something magical that you could remember forever. She bought a cute dress for the occasion for you and, for once, she want to made you happy by wearing a mid-thigh length dress. She knows you love her body, so that's why she chose that dress. However, you didn't last very long at the restaurant. Everything was too formal, the people were too kind and friendly, and no one tried to kill you, so you ran away even before they served you food and went to eat somewhere more intimate and in your own style. You stuffed yourselves like never before and laughed the whole time. Just the two of you, nothing too elaborate. After one bottle too many, Natasha proposed to you: "I've been wanting to ask you to be my girlfriend all day, but I haven't done it!" she said, a little tipsy and smiling. You both laughed, and you replied, “I thought we already were.”

“Were we?” she asked you in a surprised tone.

"From now on, officially, yes," you said, laughing and talking about your future all night on a park bench.

“I wonder if those at the restaurant still remember us,” your girlfriend asks you doubtfully.

“I don't think they can forget about Black Widow,” you reply, reminding her that she's famous in at least our entire universe. The photos on these pages are: the park bench, a beer bottle, a photo of the two of you in your clothes from that evening (you never put them back on), and the two of you outside the restaurant, satisfied with having left.

“I really had fun that day," she says, kissing your cheek.

"Me too," you tell her, smiling. Now you turn to the next two pages.

And if it's right

I don't care how long it takes

As long as I'm with you

I've got a smile on my face

Save your tears, it'll be okay

All I know is you're here with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Here with me - D4vd

These two pages are dedicated to the first time you were sick, and Natasha did everything to be with you. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious, but Nat was still scared. Not seeing your smile, not hearing your laugh, and not hearing your stupid jokes had made her sad and helpless because she couldn't do anything to make you feel better. But she spent two days in bed with you, cuddling you, giving you kisses whenever you asked for them, and bringing you everything you needed. In those days, she bought you a bear-shaped stuffed animal, two bouquets of flowers, and three boxes of chocolates. After her care, you almost wished you could get sick again, maybe for longer.

"It was almost a shame to go back to feeling good," you giggle, watching her as she looks at the photos: the stuffed animal, a bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, and a selfie of you sick in bed with Natasha sleeping next to you.

"When and how did you take this photo?" she asks, and you reply by sticking your tongue out at her. But in response, she leans closer, stealing a kiss and nibbling on your tongue, and you playfully return the gesture. Ignoring your antics, a smile on her face, she turns to the next page. She doesn't like it when you point out how romantic she is.

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Home - Edward Sharpe & The magnetic zeros

Here are the pages that will excite you the most: when you had dinner with your families. Your parents insisted on inviting Natasha's family to your house. They wanted to meet the woman who had won your heart, and you also wanted your family to meet your girlfriend. Natasha was embarrassed; she thought her parents would embarrass her and was afraid of disappointing your family's expectations. But in the end, everything went well, and you all laughed together. Natasha, her parents (Alexei and Melina), and her sister Yelena came over. Her mother brought a Russian dessert for your family to share, and Yelena was quite reserved at first. She's very protective of her big sister, but she warmed up gradually.

Your mothers immediately hit it off and found various topics to talk about. They pulled out family albums—one from your shelf and one from Natasha's mother's bag, which she had actually brought to show your family. Natasha turned redder than ever. You saw photos of her as a child, with colored hair, and photos with Yelena. They were simply adorable. Of course, you weren't spared from childhood photos either! That day, seeing your families interact and seeing the faces of the people you love getting along with the woman you want by your side for life—and her family—melted your heart. You felt at home. The photos for these pages are more than four; they occupy four pages and fill them with eight photos: Alexei in his Cap costume, Natasha as a child, you as a child, a photo of the three of you—Natasha, Yelena, and you—another of your families talking calmly together, Melina's sweet Russian dessert, a photo of you and Natasha eating (taken by Yelena to tease you), and a photo of your mother and Melina walking arm in arm, gossiping about Natasha's other relatives.

“This part... it's beautiful," Natasha whispers, tears in her eyes.

"We're already a family, babe, can't you see?" you tell her, wiping the tears from her eyes. Now, let's turn to the next page where Nat's first jealous outburst is captured.

Would you love me more

If I killed someone for you?

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

If I killed someone for you - Alec Benjamin

You were at a shopping mall, browsing swimsuits because you were planning a beach trip together. A group of guys who thought they had a chance with you approached and recommended some very provocative costumes. Natasha managed to contain herself for a very short time-barely tried really-and whispered something in one of the guy's ear that made him tremble (literally) with fear. Natasha smiled, pleased with the result, and returned her focus to you. 'You just put something like that in bed with me’, she whispered to you, then gave you a pat on your butt that made you blush.

“What did you say to that boy?” you ask her, not because you feel sorry for the boy but to have a laugh.

“I just told him that if he kept bothering you, I would make him understand what it means to go around without a dick between his legs. Then I explained all the methods I would use,” she says, and you can't help but smile. This is your girlfriend. The photos you selected are: the shopping mall, the swimsuit they suggested, Natasha whispering to that boy, and your beach vacation.

The following pages are all blank. You want to fill the rest together with Nat, including everything you both consider important so that one day you can give this photo album to your children. You're sure Natasha wants some children too. You know she would be the best mother in the world.

Natasha thanks you again for the wonderful gift and confesses that she feels guilty for not having given you something equally meaningful.

"I hope you're joking. Being here with you, eating junk food, is the best thing that could ever happen to me," you say. After that, you take out your phone and start taking photos of the landscape, the moon, the stars, and then of the two of you hugging while eating stuffed sandwiches.

"This day definitely needs to go into our photo album," she tells you, kissing your lips.

“Let's make it unforgettable," she adds, pulling you down onto the beach towel. By the way, it's the same one in the photo on the last composed page, and it's significant to you both for a specific reason: you both like women. Yes, that's all.

You spent the whole night hugging and admiring the constellations, trying to draw your own constellations with your finger. From here on out you will fill those blank pages with unforgettable moments and every time you look at it together you will think every time: "it is these moments that I live for".

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