#nat tw: general

[organic-origins]

all tomorrows page - desc below

keep in mind that these were all from memory, lol. not super accurate.

i've always been a fan of all tomorrows. sad and hopeful and chock full of strange little beasties. i always prefer to add a more human look to them. i dont know why? probably an attempt to make them uncanny. who knows!

anyway, my favorite are the mantalopes. i like drawing then and i like thinking about them. augh. anyway.

[hylianengineer]

I love (sarcasm) when research says things like "this side effect is uncommon" and then it continues to say it occurs in something like 5 or 10% of people. That's so common! One in twenty or one in ten! Is there some official definition of 'common' they're using here that differs from the colloquial one?

[errriiie]

The last practice before nationals

poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, gangbang extra tags: porn with plot, praising, bodyworship, sharing is caring, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), oral (r! giving), little bit of spanking word count: 5.1k not proofread english is not writer's first language! you've always been so nice and sweet to Yellowjackets, the one and only soccer team in your school, Wiskayok High. But you also were naive and innocent enough to constantly overlook the fact that every single girl on the team wanted your attention. And when, the last day before their nationals, they finally decided to make things clear between you and them.

When Coach Martinez first introduced you to the girls, they weren't too impressed. Average hair, average eyes, average height. Nothing special or anything to look at more than usual. You weren't even, roughly speaking, a full-fledged part of the team. At least that's what Taissa said. She was always like that - confident and sure of her opinions, even if they were somewhat offensive.

But you didn't mind, and even agreed. You were just an equipment manager, and you only became one because your mother and father were very close with Coach Martinez and asked him to find you a place out of old friendship. Of course, the coach made up a different story for everyone about how you came to be on the team - but every time you remembered the truth of your presence here, you wondered if you had the right to wear your signature yellow and blue bomber jacket. You felt ashamed, even though you didn't act like someone who got in because they got a pass. You were responsible, punctual, but you didn’t forget about empathy and responsiveness when communicating with girls. Over time, you began to be noticed by more than just Misty Quigley, who shared the same position with you.

Misty Quigley herself wasn’t too bad. Well, she was… weird. But you decided that everyone had their own cockroaches in their heads and she was just trying to make friends this way.

"You know, if we ever run out of food, I’ve always wondered what human flesh tastes like. I mean, they say it’s like pork, right? Maybe we should start taking notes just in case." Misty once said while you were cleaning up the cones after practice. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of confusion.

"Excuse me? Misty, this is a little weird…" You awkwardly continued to do your job, while Misty burned a hole in you with her gaze. Misty tilts her head slightly, her expression shifting from playful to earnest.

"Oh, come on! I was just joking… mostly. But think about it—survival is all about adapting, right? It’s just a thought experiment! Besides, we’ve got to keep our spirits up somehow. Want to talk about your favorite horror movie instead? I promise I won’t suggest cannibalism this time!”

But Misty didn’t always say such creepy things. She could talk about history, especially about Roman emperors, about her experience in first aid and medicine in general, about her interests, of which there were quite a few, but no one except you, apparently, wanted to listen to her. You didn’t understand the reasons and were patient with her. Misty immediately began to appreciate this - she did not throw away potential loved ones. Then Natalie Scatorccio appeared. Natalie did not have much experience with love, including the manifestation of care towards her. You didn't know anything about her, except that she lived in a van and was an extremely good and promising soccer player. But the more Misty shared the good news about your "endless love and care", trying to brag that she had such a tasty morsel and not the rest of the team, Nat couldn't help but become interested in you. People who lack love often don't quite realize how much they subconsciously want to find it.

She caught you after practice once and started talking to you. Nat herself didn't understand why she wanted to come back to you more and more every day - was it your manner of speech or how brightly you smiled at her after silly stories? She wanted to blush under your gentle gaze, and her heart beat strangely when you waved at her after she made a good pass to the other team members. But of course it wasn't always like that. The more attached she became to you, the more she focused on looking into your unexpectedly deep eyes, rather than at the ball.

"Natalie, don't you want to start playing properly? What are you constantly distracted by?" Lottie narrows her eyes when Natalie refuses to pass the ball to her and tries to dribble the ball to the goal herself, but hits the wall.

"Forget it, Lots. I'm just having a bad day." Natalie waved it off. It was odd that for someone having a bad day, she was smiling so stubbornly and persistently in the wrong direction. Lottie couldn't help but realize that she was looking at you. Perhaps you needed to have a heart-to-heart talk.

So, Charlotte Matthews quickly became next.

After practice, she caught you doing your job as you were supposed to, and called you out on it. She was annoyed, but more curious about your relationship with Natalie. You were blushing and apologetic, and it was hard to deny that you weren't to blame for Nat's deteriorating performance.

And then Lottie discovered that your shy face was extremely hard to get out of her head. Inadvertently, you began to talk after and before practice, Lottie sharing some details about upcoming parties at her house and inviting you. You, of course, refused. Your parents expected you to be decent, and Lottie didn't like rejection and didn't know what rejection was, being a rich girl. So she made it her goal to get you at least once. Or twice. So trying to get under your skin, subtly courting you, and trying to get through to your difficult parents was already routine. Including giving expensive gifts.

"Tai, have you seen the new hair clip in Y/N's hair? Those things cost a lot of money, I tell you, I saw it in the window of that expensive jewelry store." Vanessa was amazed at the new accessory you now had.

"I didn't really pay attention to it, to be honest. What do you… mean? Do you want one like that? I didn't think it was your style." Taissa chuckled, and Van rolled her eyes.

"Haha, very funny, but that's not what I mean… Hey, Lottie! Does Y/N have a rich mommy and daddy like yours?"

Lottie, passing by, chuckled, clearly filled with pride. "Not really. That was my gift. Y/N is very nice, you know. You shouldn't have doubted her, Taissa."

Then Taissa Turner and Vanessa Palmer appeared. They were already in a relationship and were amazed to see how quickly you changed the team's attitude for the better. And yet, from the very beginning, you were a black sheep for Taissa. Van, however, did not treat you with great disdain. She preferred to give people a chance to prove themselves first, and only then draw her own conclusions. However, they quickly liked you. Taissa was surprised that you had previously attended law and jurisprudence classes, and these topics interested her greatly. Van was pleasantly pleased with your taste in films and comics. You complemented their couple with something that they could not complement each other with on their own, after all, no relationship can simply be perfect. It was a matter of time before they both wanted your attention more than was possible. Van often invited you to her home to read or watch something, and Taissa loved to discuss social issues with you. You turned out to be more than either of them could have thought.

"Tai, I'm sorry, but I've already taken up Y/N's time for the evening with myself." Van smiled tenderly at Taissa.

Taissa raised an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly hoping for something. "Damn. How did you manage to come to an agreement with her faster than me? Maybe you'll take me with you?" she said with awkward hope. "Of course, I don't understand a damn thing about your conversations, but still…"

"No way, babe. You'll steal her attention again." Van shook her head.

"Why do I keep hearing everyone talking about Y/N from every corner of the room?" Jackie folded her arms in displeasure as she found herself next to the couple. "I understand that she's new and all that… but what's so unique about her? I swear, we won't get to nationals like this."

Jackie Taylor was annoyed by your popularity within the Yellowjackets. She could see the effect you had on the girls - they were going crazy trying to get a piece of you. She wasn't interested in you at all, but she had a feeling that if she didn't get a little bit closer, they would dethrone her and make you the team captain and even make you their mascot. She had to do something, and fast.

One day, Jackie stayed with you after practice, kindly offering to help you clean up the equipment. When you both walked into the warehouse, she almost pinned you against the wall, demanding answers to her questions.

"Y/N, I can see something's going on. I understand that you want to be friends with everyone, sure, but… we're trying really hard to get to nationals. And you're being way too… outgoing, you know? You need to stop. For the good of our team, as captain, I'm asking you to…"

"Your hair looks great today. Even after playing so hard." You blurted out, unable to contain your genuine respect. "Oh. Sorry. Keep going."

Jackie froze, her combative attitude seeming to completely falter. "You… you think so? Finally, someone sees how much I work on this hair, trying to get it just right every morning! I use powder and hairspray literally all the time, and no one has even bothered to compliment me… until you, of course."

Jackie took pity on you after that. Not when you were willing to spend hours shopping for clothes with her, stealing your clothes and trying on what she told you to try on, making you her model. No one had ever shown such steely restraint with Jackie Taylor, and every time she put on your makeup, it was so hard for her to resist the pounding of her heart and the strange desire to cover your lips with hers. But there was a catch to being with Jackie. The amount of time you spent together didn't sit well with Shauna Shipman. She was the only one who showed no interest in you at all. She didn't care about you, and that was surprising. She never, not once, approached you. You doubted she even knew your name, although considering Jackie told her everything, your name was the only thing she knew about you.

And the fact that you were a real suck-up. That's what she called you when she decided to have it out with you.

"What do you have with Jackie? Do you think I can't see how you're trying to pull the wool over her and everyone else's eyes?" Shauna narrows her eyes, looming over you. "What is it about you? Are you such a good suck-up?"

You felt hurt, but even more so, you felt a seething injustice. "I don't know what you're talking about, Shauna, I was just trying to be friends with everyone. It's not my fault they saw something in me."

Shauna snorted, unsure of what to do with you. "Well. Fine. Just stay away from Jackie, okay? And you'll be fine." Shauna had already turned away from you, about to leave. She adjusted her backpack, but a book fell out. You quickly picked it up.

"You dropped…" You looked at the cover, sighing in surprise. "Pride and Prejudice? That's my favorite book!" You exclaimed, surprising Shauna. She rolled her eyes, simply taking it from you, pretending not to care, but in reality, she was even a little impressed. You were left standing in the hallway, not quite sure what you did wrong.

And then you were surprised when Shauna came to you wanting to discuss the book, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps she was so eager to discuss her interests with someone that she decided to choose the worst option of all - you (Jackie, as expected, did not like reading books at all). You liked to read in your spare time, and Shauna was pleased that you had read a lot of female writers from the 18th and 19th centuries. She sometimes shared her thoughts on them with you, but the main thing was that at one point she made you a playlist of songs named after you. You were flattered and too busy enjoying the gift to notice how much Shauna blushed as she tried to hold your hand.

You didn't even know it would be like this. It seemed like almost all the girls on the team were literally tearing you apart. You'd never received so many gifts, compliments, and, it seemed, hints? Of course, you were pleased. You were a girl, after all. And you suddenly had little free time. Sometimes you spent time with two or even three girls at once a day. Of course, sometimes this led to conflicts between them, but they never dragged you into it. You were untouchable.

But you didn't expect that they would all decide to fix it in one day.

Despite everything, training for Nationals continued. Luckily, the Yellow Jackets team still managed to get their game together and win the filtration game that determined their participation in the competition. Everyone, of course, was incredibly happy. As were you for your favorite team.

There was just one thing. Your parents forbade you to fly with them. You begged as much as you could, but they were adamant. They wanted you to stay home and use your free time from your team to good use, studying and preparing for college. You shed so many tears in front of them, almost begging, but nothing worked. Sometimes you wanted to curse your parents.

Tomorrow, everyone was supposed to fly to Nationals. You entered the locker room, terribly dejected. You were immediately noticed, and the girls were insanely worried. Lately, all of them had been very attentive to you.

"You don't look well, Y/N," Natalie said, her smile from earlier quickly fading.

"Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Maybe a stomach ache?" Misty jumped up to you as if your life depended on it.

"Get away from her, Misty. Y/N might need some space." Vanessa shook her head, and was just as concerned about you.

"I-it's okay…" you sniffed. "It's just… I couldn't convince them. I did everything I could, I begged as hard as I could, and they still refused me. You… you'll have to celebrate your victory at the nationals without me." your eyes sadly looked around at everyone. The shared sadness touched every girl present.

"Y/N… I'm so sorry." Lottie took your hands in hers, looking at you sadly, but Jackie quickly jumped up to her.

"How so? Do they not care at all that you want to fly with us?" she snorts, angry at your family. Being spoiled by her own parents, she did not understand this attitude, especially towards you.

"At least you will be here when we return." Taissa tried to find the positives, although she was disappointed too.

"It does not make much sense, she will not be able to share the joy of us taking the first place in the moment." Shauna said, shaking her head. There was silence between all of you. You were so upset that you didn't even notice how all the girls were looking at each other meaningfully and nodding silently. Suddenly Lottie ran a gentle hand down your cheek, took your chin.

"Don't be so upset, Y/N," Lottie said softly, looking soothingly into your eyes. "You know… in all this time that you've been part of our team, we've grown attached to you. You've always been so kind to us. I think we can come to an agreement and find a way to thank you properly."

You were very embarrassed, and suddenly you felt a little awkward. "I was just being myself, you don't have to do anything for me." You, of course, felt pleased. But you were surprised when you felt hands behind you, and out of the corner of your eye you could see blonde strands of hair, and then you heard the familiar voice of Nat, who decided to come up to you from behind.

"Don't be such a shy princess. Why don't you let us comfort you?" she almost purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It felt… oddly pleasant, like a wave of excitement had washed over you.

"I, um… I don't know… how are you going to do that?" you ask. You can already see and feel Misty wrap her arms around your right hand, stroking it, looking at you in awe.

"You see, Y/N, you have some kind of influence over all of us." Lottie continues. Jackie glares at Matthews, apparently annoyed that Lottie is in charge. While she's busy burning a jealous hole in someone else's body, Shauna approaches you, her hands stroking your neck, and you shiver, vaguely aware of where this is all heading.

"We feel an irresistible… attraction to you. It's hard for us to share you between us. Haven't you noticed how hard we try to please you?" Lottie asks, genuinely concerned. "And you still wouldn't give in to any of us. We tried to figure out what you wanted, but we failed every time. So we thought you'd have to try each one before you figured out which one of us you wanted to be with."

Your brain was already running out, and now that Van's hand was stubbornly touching your thigh, and Taissa was holding your waist, whispering something in your ear, you completely stopped thinking. You were surrounded by a crowd of girls with whom you spent all your free time so happily, and they were trying to get you all the time. Was it all of them? Each of them wanted you to be their girlfriend? These thoughts left you shocked and you didn't even know how close or far from the truth it was. You, of course, dreamed about them. About each of them at least once, though about some more than others. But for you it was not serious, you did nothing! Did they really want it that much?

You yourself do not notice how you let out a quiet sigh when Shauna kisses your neck. She does it roughly, as if she is having difficulty containing the desire that is accumulating in her. Shauna is silent, examining, analyzing and suppressing in herself, and then explodes like a time bomb. And now she wants to explode at any moment.

Misty's hand undoes the button of your pants in irritation, and Van and Taissa pull them down. You are brought back to reality, and you feel panicked. You were definitely not prepared for being undressed.

"W-wait, there's no need to go anywhere-" you break off with a groan. Nat, still standing and supporting you from behind, bites your ear, licks it, makes your sensitive earlobe wet. You sigh at the newness of this strange, disorienting sensation.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Everything is going to be just fine." Natalie purrs, and you can't tell if she's stoned or not. Your pants are thrown to the floor. And then your panties. You are naked for all the girls, and they are looking at you so mesmerized, like this is the best thing they've ever seen in their lives. Even Jackie and Lottie, standing behind you, are watching you in awe.

This time, Van is first. Her tongue touches your already wet cunt, and she circles it, tasting you. You moan, and Natalie tugs your hair a little, exposing more of your neck. Taissa gives you a couple of loud slaps on your ass, interested in seeing your reaction. You shudder and your hips jerk, because you like it. Misty's hand goes under your shirt and gropes your breasts, pulling your nipples almost painfully, while Shauna leaves wet marks on your collarbone from her mouth, wanting to leave marks on you that will definitely last until their collective return from Nationals.

You are so turned on, and you feel stimulation from all sides. Your hand wants to reach for Van's red head, to press it harder, but Nat, watching you like a hawk, pulls you back.

"Let her do it herself." She whispers in your ear. You nod frantically, it's best not to argue with them. A few more movements of Van on your clit, her skillful tongue, which had probably done the same with Taisa before, could easily bring you to orgasm. You moaned more actively, your chest moved a hundred times more intensely, and then she pulled away.

"She's ready, Lottie." Van said, wiping her mouth. It was hard for you to understand what was happening, and you just whined, saddened that you were not allowed to come. For a moment, everyone broke away from you. Everyone was listening to Lottie.

"We'll help you after you help us, Y/N," Lottie says with a smile that sounds like she's some kind of prophet. "We've been waiting so long to get your attention. We think we deserve to come first. But I promise you won't regret it."

You nodded at her, mesmerized, but you felt like this wasn't quite the Lottie you knew. She was so mysterious, and you couldn't tell what was on her mind.

"Get away from her, all of you." Lottie commanded. "And you, Y/N, sit on your knees, please. Put something down so it won't hurt her to sit on the floor."

Van and Nat dutifully laid out their own jackets so your knees wouldn't hurt from what you were about to do. It was a pleasant moment of care. You obediently settled down on your knees in front of Lottie. You were literally being eaten with their eyes, and you were ready for what was to happen.

Lottie was already reaching for her shorts, but Jackie spoke up. "Sorry, Lottie… but I'll be the first." She said, raising her chin high. Jackie's voice was filled with nervous confidence, and she tried to withstand Lottie's and the other girls' piercing gaze. "I'm the captain of our team, and I want to be the first one to do this. What made you think you could lead?"

Lottie was silent, and you couldn't even understand what she was thinking right now. Then she nodded, and her voice was cold. "Okay. Be the first. But don't ruin it too soon."

You didn't understand the meaning of the words, but Jackie frantically replaced Lottie, pulled down her shorts, and the taste of her cunt quickly imprinted on your tongue. You didn't know what Jackie really wanted to achieve by this - to let you fuck her first or she just felt depressed because of how Lottie quickly took control and everyone, even Shauna, was ready to obey her. In any case, you didn't mind. You devotedly licked her pussy and tried to watch Jackie's reaction, just to please her. In your fantasies, you tried many times to make Jackie as good as you could. In your mind, Jackie was not the type to give - she liked to receive more, and if she had to be on top in your fantasies, she was so gentle and timid, afraid to make an extra move, that it only excited you more. But here she was — trying to have your whole mouth, like she had been fantasizing about it for so long that you were almost dizzy with the realization. Your drool and her juices were running down her thighs while she moaned, and the others were watching, some daring to stick their hands down their own shorts. A couple of minutes passed and Jackie came convulsively, sitting down on the bench. Now she wouldn’t object. She had no strength.

Shauna was next. She was never patient, not with what she liked - her hand grabbed your hair (no one protested, everyone decided she deserved it for scoring the final goal during the nationals qualifiers) and she pulled herself roughly-gently towards her vagina. Your eyes rolled back and you almost got lost in her thick dark pubic hair, but fuck, she was delicious and you were ready to continue as long as it took. You even forgot how to breathe sometimes - Shauna was a little rough, muttering something harshly under her breath and moaning, repeating your sweet name. She came quickly and took a step to the side, pulling up her shorts and retreating to the bathroom, apparently to rethink something.

Then there was Taissa… and Van. They were both allowed near you at the same time. You were dumbfounded, not knowing how to cope with taming two pussies at the same time, but you didn't even have time to wipe the saliva and cum from your mouth, as the red vagina was in your mouth. You had to change one pussy to the other every 15-20 seconds, trying to lick both like never before. You were forbidden to use your hands, but they both frantically encouraged you as best they could, while your tongue circled their clits, and the dirty noise filled the locker room, already filled with heat and languid sighs.

"You're holding up great, Y/N… Come on, help Van a little…" Taissa whispered, tearing you away from her pussy, because you stubbornly did not want to stop. However, upon hearing her order, you quickly set to work on Van, drawing a sigh of excitement from her, and ten seconds later, an orgasm. Taissa followed.

Then there was Nat. You licked your lips, ready to receive her. You were surprised that her pussy was shaved, maybe she was getting ready and wanted to please you? This thought caused a sweet warmth in you. And Nat's pussy tasted sweet too. You sucked on her clit, wanting to please her in a way that no guy had ever done. Natalie moaned surprisingly softly, and it excited you so much that there was almost no dry spot left in your panties. She let you use your hands, and you held her by the hips, because she was shaking while your wet tongue caressed her tender folds, and the hot air from her nose came straight to her pubis. Needless to say, Nat came quickly, but for some time she did not want to leave your mouth? Misty didn't even ask your permission. Her head was wrapped around yours, her fingers tangled in your soft hair, and she was holding you to her bushy pussy like she was dying without it. You were taken aback, but that didn't stop you from wanting to please her, even if her actions were met with disapproval from the other girls. No one wanted to be played with more roughly than the rest. You licked her, trying to please her as much as possible - Misty looked like she was not easy to please, but she was whispering so sweetly in your ear, praise and advice, that your arousal literally flowed out of your panties.

"Yes, t-that's it, Y/N… That's just perfect, oh, you're so beautiful. You're just an angel, a little perfection." She muttered selflessly, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose as she came loudly in your mouth.

You were exhausted, but Lottie was still there. She was the last one. You looked up at her, tired, sluggish, and excited. She gave you a quick smile, but there was undisguised triumph in her eyes. She had you after all. Did we mention that Lottie hated rejection and not getting what she wanted?

Lottie lifted your chin, gently stroked your hair and tidied it up, wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyelashes. She let you dive into her pussy yourself, start licking it yourself, as if you were in some kind of licking contest and were going to take first place there. She let you keep glancing at her, watching every movement of her moaning mouth and trembling hands, just to please her. Your heart was beating so fast and it was so hot and you wanted to please her so much, plunging your sweet tongue into her pussy over and over again, that you had a hard time holding on. Lottie took the longest, savoring every second and apparently holding herself back. Eventually she pulled your head away from her, pressed her pussy to your forehead and came, covering you even more with her wetness. You were all for it.

"You did well, Y/N. You love us so much, you were ready for everyone." Lottie said tiredly. She nodded to the girls, and they sat around you. "Now you've earned a reward, huh?" You nodded vigorously, needing release. You were so wet, and almost whining with excitement. Your head ended up in Shauna's lap, and Nat, Misty and Jackie quickly found themselves at your feet. Misty nibbled on your calves and thighs, often not hesitating to do it quickly and hard, while Jackie, on the contrary, licked them like a kitten, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. This crazy contrast made you breathe quickly and roll your eyes, and all for the sake of Shauna watching this cute picture. Nat touched your pussy with her tongue, her two fingers slid inside your wet cunt - after such a long abstinence, taking two fingers at once was not at all difficult. You moaned, letting them all work on you while the others watched. Natalie's tongue was trying so hard to please you, playfully sucking and pulling on your clit, playing with your labia and purposely quickly driving her fingers into you, wanting to bring you to the peak and play on you like guitar strings.

"We love you, Y/N, such a gift for us." Jackie purrs, watching Natalie fuck your helpless pussy.

"You're the best!" Misty agrees with a smile, biting you and licking it slobberily.

"All that's left is to cum." Shauna says calmly, not hiding her smirk, constantly keeping her eyes on herself. "Come on. Nat's mouth is waiting for it."

As if on cue, you spill into Natalie's mouth with a loud moan. Everyone exhales relaxedly, and Natalie cleans your pussy with her tongue. "You're just sweet, princess." She smirks at her own abilities.

You let yourself sink into the girls' arms, catching your breath. You don't know yet that later they'll help you get dressed, each of them will kiss you on the lips, and you'll tell them to talk about it after Nationals. In the end, you still can't seem to choose one. You love them all, and you're waiting for them to return to Wiskayok, safe and sound, with victory in hand.

[natsswife]

wilderness tl nat x fem!reader weeks after the crash you start getting tired and depressed of “living” in the middle of nowhere, nat is there to try and do her best at cheering u up<3

cw: sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, you and Nat r girlfriends before the crash and jackies gay radar knows that, set before her death(missing jackie hours frfr), reader is a little annoyed that nat has to hang out a lot w travis and it contributes to her loneliness feeling.

tw: depression, reader starts eating less at one point cuz shes just tired of everything notes!!: no mari hate, just her yelling at reader to do something cuz shes also tired of everything, i cant hate my fellow latina prima, i love her smm also sorry if its feels a little long before reaching the main point i wanted to elaborate everything n i started to write recently so im trying my best to not make it feel rushed nskdjsjd

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༘⋆ its impossible for someone like you who used to spend weekdays going to school with the sole purpose to not fail math again and seeing your girlfriend (at that point Nat was your only reason to go to that hellhole), practicing and playing soccer, seeing jackie threaten to quit as a captain for the third time, gossip with nat if Tai and are Van are a little more than friends and betting if coach Scott just looks gay or is actually gay

༘⋆ spend weekends hanging out with your girlfriend getting high, buying alcohol with fake ids, sneaking out and going to parties some random will throw out in the middle of the night and then running away from the police till you both arrive to your home ,having messy make outs in your room while your mom was asleep, just loving eachother in your little room without caring if it's morally correct to be queer and free or not, w/o judging looks from randoms that doesn't understand what true love is, to “settle” to whatever was this…

༘⋆ having to first endure a plane crash where gods know how everyone managed to make it out alive, deal with untreated injuries even though misty tried her best, allergies after accidentally stepping on toxic plants, and the worst of all: Not being able to shower properly and clean ur selves in general, just sitting on a rock everyday waiting for a miracle.

༘⋆ things got “easier” after finding the cabin (with a dead man included that made lottie a little bit more crazier than before) but still, this isn't what you wanted nor everyone, but for some reason it was more difficult for you to get used, a literally 180°change in your life that you didnt expect, and seeing everyone, including nat getting used to this “sweet camp life” made you feel useless.

༘⋆ Mari was always there, giving you and jackie angry looks, reminding you of your chores, sometimes yelling, sometimes just straight up throwing you the bag full of dirty clothes for you wash them, you couldn't blame her, neither yourself, everyone was just trying to move on with their lives, but you were stuck, feeling tired, desperate and lonely, missing everything you once had, even that shithead teacher that always gave u the worst math exercises for you solve in front of everyone.

༘⋆ it was a relief to see that you weren't the only one struggling, seeing jackie also getting on mari’s nerves made you feel less alone in this, but still, she had Shauna, who let her be “useless” and free while she takes care of the rest, it wasnt the same for you, Nat was always with travis, far away and trying to find some deer or whatever so no one will starve, and it annoyed you, you were alone and your girlfriend, the only person who used to understand you was with someone else far away while your mind fog with the same shit.

༘⋆ the same routine, u wake up, nat’s already gone, nothing to eat, mari yelling at you first thing in the morning to go and do something useful, lottie asking and saying weird shit, the same routine every damn day, you stopped counting how many times have you done the same, the same clothes to wash, the same bucket to fill, sneaking from the others at the same time to go and cry under the dusty blankets until the feeling brush off (it never does) the same the same and the same and no one cared, probably not even your girlfriend who has better things to worry about at this point, you were alone in this.

༘⋆ today the feeling was the same, you wonder if this is gonna be your new future, far from home, with a numb feeling that never go away, no matter how many times you sleep and cry under the covers, no one notices not even the only adult who also has his own struggles, you thought sometimes about opening to Nat, but she has her own concerns and you didnt wanna be a burden.

༘⋆ all you do was stare at your reflection in your cracked mini mirror, ignoring all the noise outside, apparently something happened but u couldn't care less, that's until Jackie comes in calling you for lunch, apparently the girls has been calling for you so long that she has to come and get you

“hey.. something wrong?” her voice quieter, like she managed to read you across the room

“oh hey, everythings fine, im just… nothing”

“we've been calling for lunch, u wont believe what natalie and travis brought this time” 

she said with a big grin on her face and before you could even speak 

“and no, do not tell me you're going to skip and give your food to shauna again”

“jackie…” you huff tired “shes eating for two now, and besides im not in the mood right now, i just wanna be alone please”

“youre never in the mood, and neither all of us, but that doesn't mean starve to death, you're barely eating nowadays” she sat beside you, her voice now laced with concern

“I know we weren't the closest before, but if something's wrong just tell me, spending all these weeks stranded here has made everyone closer.. except for you”

“its nothing i swear, just not feeling like it, i just wanna be alone please..”

“nono, don't lie to me, i’ve noticed your behavior and its obvious somethings wrong” jackie says softly, her presence warm beside you like the sunny person she is

“your dim eyes, all these days of not eating anything and just staying inside the cabin after chores”

…

“its for nat right?” she looks at you with mischievous eyes while getting closer

“i know what you two are, GOSHH ITS SO OBVIOUS, and dont worry i get that feeling of seeing the love of your life spending more time with someone, used to happen when i saw jeff sticking to randy’s ass but they're just good friends y’know, and its not like nat has a choice, its either that or letting travis run away and stealing our only weapon”

how could you not love her? she's very good at cheering up people, with her dramatic tone and confidence like you two were the closest friends ever, she's your captain for a reason.

you try and smile to let her know is all good, but it doesn't show on your face

“yeah, but its not only that�� ur voice comes in a whisper, your eyes full of sadness that didn't go unnoticed for her, “not to be rude jackie, i appreciate your effort but im not hungry really, i just want to sleep a little”

“mmm… okay”

༘⋆ and with that she leaves, you pull the covers all way to your face, just leaving a little space to breath and close your eyes waiting for sleep to kick in, around ten minutes passed until your hear footsteps and suddenly feel a heavy weight laying on top of you.

“wha- what the fuck” you said trying to get up quickly but that whatever thing wont let you

“no what THE fuck is happening to you” its just nat, you let a relive sigh, for a flash moment you thought it was some of that wilderness things that lottie has been murmuring about

“Jackie came worried looking like she just saw a fucking ghost almost screaming and told me that you were possessed by an emo entity and were on ur death bed right now” she let a giggle while her hand caressed your cheek and acting like being on top of you wasnt taking your breath away “and if i didnt wanna miss your last breath in these world then i should come here and drag you from your feet outside before its toooooo late” heavy on that “toooo” late

“its nothing nat, just tired of being stranded here, i need some sleep and tomorrow ill be a new person” hopefully, but for nat who knows that when you play with your hair like that you're lying and there's something more about it.

༘⋆ your tired eyes, quite behaviour when you used to be active around her, especially after not seeing her days, made her knew something was wrong, the way you barely talk when she came back after being out for hours trying to hunt something, she didnt wanna bother you asking something out of place, but she knew this wasn't you, this wasn't the extrovert girl she met.

༘⋆ she knows she has been absent from your life these past few weeks, but Jackie's pressure on her for not finding something, mari’s looks everytime she and travis came back barehanded, and everyone in general starving in the middle of nowhere put a toll on her, made her feel guilty.

༘⋆ and more guilty after Jackie came out of the cabin, make her drama as an excuse to took her to a private place away from the rest and told her everything that has been happening to you these past weeks.

༘⋆ she thought that after finding a big deer for everyone to eat she’ll be able to spend more time with you, this time for real, but seeing how her absence hurt you made her realice of fucked up things are right now.

“no need to lie, i know when you play with your hair like this is because you need me to take the words out your mouth”

“uh…”

“jackie told me everything… i wanna start this with an ”im sorry”, im sorry for not being there, for made you feel forgotten when thats not what i wanted, for failing as a girlfriend but i know its not enough”

she doesn't sound angry but worried, sadness in her voice that made you feel feel guilty for now worrying her

“its not your fault nat, but i cant adapt as fast as the others, i miss everything, i dont wanna be here i hate this… just wish i can disappe-” 

“don't say that” for a brief moment the air became tense, nat now lying on the mat made you turn around and face her, her eyes full of worry, she hated hearing you saying things like this, especially when you were the most joyful person she ever meet

“i dont expect you to become a master at camp life but neither i want you to give up, to not eat and give your food away, weren't you the same who told me breakfast was the most important food when you saw me smoking and drinking a coffee at six in the morning?”

you let out a small laugh, that was one of the first times you talked, and after that you convinced your mom to give you extra lunch so u can share with her, if there's something that you hate to see was someone you cared for eating first thing in the morning something like that.

“yeah but its not something i can control, you dont know how many times i’ve cried while you were gone, trying to brush this feeling off but it just… dont go away” 

“i know, and im sorry for not being there to help you, even a little” she gives a sweet kiss to your forehead “but please promise me that you wont hide this feelings ever again, even if im not here promise that you will find coach or someone to talk and not just bury yourself here”

“also, i have a stupid plan but before give a few minutes ill be right back” she stands and left the cabin, you didn't realize how much you have missed her till now, having this small talks, ignoring everything, just you and her, sure the context wasn't the same but it now it didnt matter.

Nat came back with two small plates with meat and sat next to you

“alright, i wont let you argue i know youre hungry, so please just a few bites”

you were about to argue but deep inside you know she was right, your stomach has been empty for the whole day, and talking to nat, having her by you side again made you feel at ease again.

“ill spoon you like a baby if it's necessary to make sure you're well fed by now”

and with that you take a bite from her hand, savoring not only the meat nutrients but also the effort made by nat, by travis, by mari to cook and fed everyone

“So what's this stupid plan of yours about?” you ask her a little intrigued, when nat says its something stupid you know it always ended up being something either mind blowing or just problematic

“i wanna teach you how to use that rifle, youre on the best hands, im gonna train you so we can both go hunting and spend more time together, alone, like this, like this beautiful and rustic romantic dinner” 

..woah

“ohh hold on nat you know damn well im not into guns and-”

“i know dumbass but y’know its necessary, we need more hands to hunt, travis is a good guy but a little dickhead, and i want you to go out, this isolation here is not good for you”

well… she's right

“take time your time to learn, no pressure, all i want is you coming with me everywhere, out of here even if its only to be a passenger princess while i try to hunt some fucking rabbit so jackie wont kill us”

༘⋆ and with a sweet kiss the deal was seal, after that you feel how you got better day by day, sure still being trapped there, with a life no one wanted was a headache but now with nat by your side things were more easy, hunting wasn't the most enjoyable thing and using a shotgun was difficult, but at least you now got someone to teach you and didnt care if you actually learn, because all Natalie wanted was to be with you, make up for the lost time and never let you fall again into that sadness ever.

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One Week - B.Barnes x reader

PART 1

PART 3

Here is part two my loves, there will be a final 3rd part,

TW: suicide, death, character death, breakup, general sadness, suicide notes, swearing.

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Bucky couldn’t watch, he had resulted to cleaning the blood from between the joints on his metal hand. The quinjet hummed slowly, providing little comfort to Bucky’s swirling thoughts.  Steve and Wanda were talking quietly, not quietly enough for Bucky’s liking. 

“Did you read yours?” Steve asked, gesturing to the letter that Wanda had clutched in her hand 

“No, I won’t. She wrote it for me to read when she wasn’t here. She is here. I don’t need to read it” Wanda said sadly, her letter was still sealed in the envelope with her name neatly swirled on the front. Her eyes fell on Y/N’s sleeping frame, Tony had taken the decision to sedate her, she had refused to be taken out of the cell, still clutching desperately to the hope of death. They had all tried their hardest to level with her, but nothing worked, everyone had tried their best, everyone except Bucky. He couldn’t find a single word to say to her as she was desperately asking everyone to kill her. 

“We will be landing at the compound in ten minutes” Tony said to nobody in particular but everyone stopped and listened 

“I think we should take her to a hospital” Nat said calmly, she was too calm for Bucky’s liking. He couldn’t understand how she wasn’t tearing herself apart for letting Y/N get to this state. 

“She needs to be at home” Tony said firmly 

“The compound isn’t her home” Nat answered curtly 

“It used to be” Wanda mused, thinking of the days that Y/N had spent wandering around the compound as she watched Bucky training, or cooking together, it used to be her home. 

“It isn’t now” Clint agreed with Nat, “A few months ago I would have said the same Tony, but now, well now she needs to be at a hospital. She needs to be given the choice to come back with us” 

“Cap?” Tony asked, 

“I agree” Steve said, 

“So do I” Sam added, 

Bucky stayed silent.

“Fine, I’ll reroute to the hospital” Tony said with a sigh. 

“Mr Stark, Dr Cho told me you were on your way, I’m Doctor Simmonds, I’ll be treating Y/N today,” A doctor said meeting Tony at the entrance door to the Quinjet, 

“You need to treat this girl as though she’s one of ours, understand?” Tony said firmly, 

“I understand” He said simply following a few nurses as they placed Y/N onto a stretcher and carried her into the hospital, “Can you tell me the extent of her injuries?” He asked 

“We haven’t examined her” Nat interrupted, “She was held for around 23 hours, we are unsure of what happened.” 

“I understand, now if you could all wait outside. I’m going to examine her and let you know what I’ve found” He said as he disappeared behind a closed door that Y/N was lying behind. 

“We should have gone in with her” Steve said, 

“He needs to do his job, and we need to wait” Wanda softly said, there was a nervous edge to her words, Bucky picked up on it. 

“Coffee anyone?” Nat suggested, a few nodded, “Bucky come help me” She said 

“You can handle it” Bucky said his gaze still on the floor 

“Now Bucky” Nat left no room for argument and Bucky followed her silently through the halls. “You need to tell me what happened” She said firmly 

“I don’t know what you mean” Bucky replied 

“When you broke up, what the hell happened?” Nat said, her eyes flaming with something Bucky didn’t want to deal with 

“We broke up” he said bluntly “There isn’t anything else to say” 

“You’ve been seeing other people whilst she’s been planning her suicide” She whispered fiercely, “What the hell did you do to her?”  It was one of the only times Bucky had seen Nat loose her cool in such a dramatic way, 

“Nothing happened” He reiterated simply 

“Don’t be that guy” nat snapped, “Five coffee’s please, black, double shot in all of them�� She said to the girl stood starstruck behind the counter 

“Look, nothing happened” Bucky said “We split” 

“Who made the decision?” 

“I did” he replied, his eyes fixating on his boots once more, 

“Why?” 

“We didn’t work together, do you need a full rundown on my life?” He snapped louder than he wanted, 

“Just on your breakup” Nat replied quickly, “Why didn’t you work?” 

“I couldn’t do it, she was too much.” He didn’t mean it, he didn’t know how he could explain it in any other way to Nat 

“Too much how?” 

“Here you are” the girl behind the counter placed the coffees down, Nat muttered a thank you. 

“I like my life, I like being alone. I enjoy coming home alone. I don’t need anyone else in my life to look after,” He snapped, 

“You’re not telling the truth” Nat whispered “You forget, I used to be the best interrogator that SHIELD had ever seen. I see through you Bucky, and whatever you did to hurt that girl—”

“I told her I didn’t love her,” he whispered “I told her she was too much for me. Told her that she was naive and young and stupid.  I said that I didn’t want to deal with her or look after her or have to love her” 

“Why would you do that?” 

“Because I was scared, she is good. She is innocent, and kind, and gentle, and she kissed me as if I was good too. I’m not. So I ended things, and I said things that I won’t ever repeat because the words already haunt me enough” he sighed “I dated those girls after her because they weren’t good people, or nice people, I suited them better, there wasn’t anything to ruin. With Y/N, I was killing her slowly and she didn’t even know it” Bucky said, his chest heaving once he finished , 

“Bucky” Nat started, 

“I needed her to hate me” He said softly, 

“You failed” Tony said from behind him, “I came to help get the coffee” He explained once Nat gave him a confused look “She doesn’t hate you, she hates herself. I dread to think what she’s been thinking of herself the past few months because of you” 

“Tony enough” Nat stopped him 

“Y/N is lying in a hospital bed sedated because he was a coward” Tony snapped, “When she wakes up, you best hope that she forgives you, because if there’s a shred of anything other than forgiveness in her words I will kill you” He said turning and walking away. His words were calm, and collected, Bucky knew he was sincere. It should have scared him, but it didn’t. 

“Mr Stark?” Dr Simmonds asked coming out of Y/N’s room, 

“How is she?” Tony stood up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, 

“We need to admit her to an inpatient facility” His voice made Bucky’s blood run cold, “In order to do this I need a signature from her next of kin” he continued to explain, “I reached out to her sister, who is on file as her next of kin, except it seems that she passed away a few months back and I need to know if there are any other living relatives for me to contact for permission” The room went silent, 

“Her sister died?” Wanda parroted 

“According to our records around ten months ago” Dr Simmonds said, 

“She doesn’t have any other family, her parents died when she was little and her sister was all she had left” Bucky said stoically 

“This isn’t the answer you’re going to want to hear but without a next of kin I can’t admit her” Dr Simmonds explained softly 

“We can look after her at the compound” Tony said, 

“Tony, we can’t make a decision like that without talking to her” Steve cut in. 

“I agree with the Captain, Mr Stark. She’s still drowsy from the sedation but uprooting her in the state she’s in isn’t a good idea” 

“What state is she in?” Nat asked 

“She’s malnourished, dehydrated, exhausted. Nothing physically wrong apart from a few minor lacerations and bruising, but she’s not been taking care of herself. If you hadn’t told me she’d only been taken for 24 hours I’d have guessed it would have been at least 3 months” He explained 

“She’s depressed” Tony muttered softly 

“Without talking to her at length I can’t make that diagnosis, she’s clearly grieving her sister. Amongst other things but I don’t know what those are yet. I’ve asked for psych to come and give her a full examination just so we know what we are dealing with. But without a next of kin, my hands are tied” 

“What about an old next of kin?” Bucky asked slowly, 

“Y/N would have to sign off on it, are you a past next of kin for her?” The Dr asked, eyeing Bucky with a look of distain, the pieces clicking into place slowly. Bucky nodded, “I’d have to check with the board” The Dr explained. 

“Can we see her?” Wanda asked changing the subject quickly. 

“I will ask her, but I’m not promising anything” Dr Simmonds said with a nod, retuning back behind the closed door.  

The next few minutes were painful, nobody dared to sit down in case Y/N asked to see them. Bucky could hear muffled voices behind the door and it killed him that Y/N was so close but he couldn’t reach her, he wouldn’t dare to reach her in case of anything making her worse. 

“Mr Stark” Dr Simmonds said stepping out the room, “She has agreed to see you” 

Tony didn’t say a word and instead followed the doctor through the door and into the room. Y/N was sat in bed, restraints lay idle on the bed, untied, Tony’s eyes went straight to them. 

“They took them off about an hour ago” She said quietly, knowing what Tony was thinking. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked carefully sitting in a plastic chair that had been placed at her bedside, 

“I’m sorry” She said, calmly. 

“None of that” Tony said firmly, patting her hand comfortingly 

“I didn’t want anyone to know, I just needed it to be over” She said “And then they came and it seemed like the best way out. I’m sorry I put you through all that” 

“You don’t need to apologise,” Tony said “Let me help you, please?” 

“I’ve spoken to the doctor, lots of doctors and I’m okay. Really. I’m okay” She promised sincerely

“They want to admit you” Tony said slowly, watching as Y/N’s face fell, 

“They said”

“They can’t though, because of your next of kin. They need a signature and it—”

“She’s dead” Y/N bluntly whispered  

“I would like for you to come and live at the compound for the next few weeks, just until you get back on your feet” He said softly 

“I won’t put you or anyone else through that” 

“You mean Bucky” Tony said, he knew it was risky to bring him up but he needed to know how best to help Y/N. 

Y/N’s eyes glazed over sadly, and she pulled her knees up to her chest. 

“This isn’t his fault. Believe it or not the breakup was actually probably the least bad thing that happened this year” She said with a half hearted chuckle, 

“I’m sorry, I should have been there for you” Tony said, “everyone is here to help. Just let us look after you for a week. That’s all” 

“I promise I’m okay” 

“I know you are, I need to do this for me, let me help” Tony said, it was a lie. He needed to know that Y/N was somewhere safe and once she was there for a week he could convince her to stay longer, he was sure of it. 

“One week” 

“One week” Tony nodded. 

Tony had instructed Wanda, Bucky and Steve to set up a room for Y/N whilst he filled out some paperwork for Y/N. 

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked Bucky as they walked through the empty compound, towards one of the guest rooms, 

“I don’t think you should be asking me that” Bucky kept his eyes trained on the ground. His shoulders hunched, 

“This is as hard on you as it is on her” Wanda said 

“It’s not, I never tried to end my life. I made her do that. It was my words that forced her into that position” Bucky said, his filter had gone, he was bleeding raw emotions onto the floor of the compound and he couldn’t stop. 

“That wasn’t your fault, you can’t stay with someone just in case they get depressed when you leave. That’s basically blackmail” Steve said 

“She didn’t deserve this. I promised her I’d be with her for the rest of her life. I swore she’d never be alone again and then I left. I’m no better than anyone else in her life” 

“She doesn’t hate you” Wanda said, 

“What?” Bucky asked, 

“I read the letter, I didn’t think I was going to but I couldn’t stop myself” Wanda said pulling it out of her pocket “but she told me that it wasn’t your fault” 

“Stop” Bucky said, 

“Bucky she didn’t do it because of you” Wanda said 

“She needs some plants in here” Bucky said firmly as they opened up the door to Y/N’s new room, 

“Buck” Steve started 

“And her fairy lights, on the ceiling, she likes them to look like stars” Bucky continued. “We don’t have very long, we need to get started”

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Always Pt II

A/N: I really enjoyed writing part one. Thank you everyone who has been so supportive, reblogging, liking my work and welcome to all the new followers! Also writing smut isn��t my strong suit so I apologize in advance if this isn‘t great 😅🫶🏼

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„Detka“ Natasha pants as your hands are wrapped around her neck, the scent of the leftover alcohol and each others perfume swirling in the air around you.

She pauses her movements for a moment, looking at you with the most serious expression before she speaks again „Are you really sure about this?“ she asks and you pause for a moment, not because of what she asked but simply taken back by how beautiful she looked, despite only a small lamp and the moon illuminating her features.

Her hair falls freely down her shoulders, the shirt you had practically ripped off her exposing her shoulders and arms that have you ultimately reach for her muscles. She looks both so hot and beautiful in this moment that it made you speechless.

„We don‘t have to if it‘s too soon“ she reassures after noticing your hesitation but it quickly makes you snap out of your trance as soon as her words register in your brain. „No no nat please“ you whine, wiggling a little as the heat between your legs continues growing.

You couldn‘t believe this would be the outcome of this night or in general. You had been dreaming about this for so long, fantasizing what her lips would feel like, her strong hands caressing your body and whether she was the gentle or rough type. A part of you feels the desire to pinch yourself over and over again, begging this wasn‘t one of your dreams about her.

It‘s when she smirks after hearing the desperation in your voice, feeling your body tremble and wiggle underneath her that you realize it‘s far from a dream. Her fingers begin travelling down your chest, her left hand quickly finding your hardened buds, her right hand holding herself up above you, your faces inches apart.

Her green eyes never stop looking into yours as her fingers travel lower and lower, tracing your torso, down your stomach and towards your waistband. „Can you take these off for me detka?“ she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness, causing for the heat between your legs to continue growing.

Within an instance you abandon your clothing, the redhead chuckling to herself a little at how needy you are. Now, Natasha was feeling just as desperate to finally feel you but she couldn‘t deny enjoying seeing you in this state, as she had certainly dreamt and fantasized about this before as well.

Her fingertips travel right towards your center, slowly ghosting over your clit before she feels your juices coating her fingers. Your eyes force closed, anticipating the feeling of her fingers inside you but then she stops, retrieving her fingers alltogether before stroking your cheek in the most delicate and gentlest of ways. „Open“ she instructs, the same smirk playing on her lips from before.

You obey immediately, feeling like she could ask anything from you in this moment and you would do it without thinking twice. Right now she owned you and the two of you know that, the Black Widow still thinking about how she is going to use that to her advantage.

As soon as her fingers enter your mouth, you begin sucking and again she can‘t help but chuckle lowly as you know exactly what she wants from you. „Doing so well sweetheart“ she praises, the tone of her voice and the pet name sending you into another cloud of bliss. You hadn‘t tasted your own arousal before and you couldn‘t deny how stunning the scene in front of you is, Natasha still hovering on top of you, holding herself up as her biceps shows, nodding in agreement at your actions and perfect obedience.

Something within the air changes within an instant, her eyes growing darker, her breathing heavier as she attacks your neck in kisses, suddenly feeling the desire to make everyone know who you belong to from now on. „You‘re mine now Y/N“ she whispers as she sucks on your pulse point, causing a moan to ripple through your body.

Her kisses begin travelling lower, stopping at your hardened nipples, sucking on them and letting them go with a „pop“ noise, causing you to pant and hold onto her back a little tighter, your nails digging into her skin. Before you know it, the kisses travel down below your stomach, right to where you need her. This time she wastes no time, her tongue immediately exploring your walls. She begins sucking you violently and you struggle to control your breathing, hold your head up in order to watch her actions as the sight was definitely breathtaking.

„Fuck Nat“ you mutter, your breathing coming out more ragged by the second. Without warning she dips her tongue into you causing you to let out a scream that you are sure could be heard until the other end of the compound. Your eyes widen in realisation but as you look at the woman eating you out, she simply smirks, enjoying every second before she carries on with her ruthless pace on you.

Seconds later two of her fingers enter you, causing you to whine out again but this time her hand that she had held herself up with holds your mouth, causing her body to collapse onto yours slightly, keeping the pace rough. Natasha can feel how close you are and despite wanting to draw out each sweet noise, each scream and watching you in pure bliss, all she wants is for you to coat her fingers in your delicious juices. „Are you close detka?“ she whispers and the only thing you can do is nod as the ability to speak had left you at this point.

„Do you think you can cum for me darling?“ she pants and you nod eagerly again before her fingers pick up the pace. She is fucking you so fast and hard that you are sure you can feel her somewhere in your abdomen, forcing your eyes shut as stars begin forming in your vision. Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you as you cover her fingers in your juices. You are so caught in your bliss that you don‘t realize she let go off your mouth, causing you to scream her name over and over again, unaware of how loud your arousal is causing you to be.

Natasha lets you ride your high off gently, her tongue still circling your clit ever so gently, her fingers slowly beginning to curl at a slower pace. As soon as she feels you begin wiggling due to feeling sensitive, she lets go, immediately going over to kiss your lips, both of her hands cupping your cheeks. Her face turns from bliss and that smirk that is now reserved specifically for you, for this into concern as she sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

„Detka.. hey“ she whispers, encouraging you to open your eyes as she wipes her hands dry before wiping your tears. „Did I.. hurt you?“ she asks carefully before you quickly shake your head. „So.. so good“ you manage to mumble as the exhaustion overcomes you.

„Good," Natasha murmurs, her thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks. She presses another tender kiss to your lips, letting it linger. „You're amazing, detka," she whispers against your mouth, her breath warm and comforting.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep into your skin. „Stay," you breathe, not wanting this moment to end, needing her close. Natasha smiles softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

„I'm not going anywhere," she assures, kissing your forehead. She shifts slightly, lying down beside you, her body still pressed close. You both lie there in a comfortable silence, your breathing slowly evening out.

After a while, Natasha's fingers start to move again, tracing circles on your skin, teasing touches that make your heart race. „Did you enjoy that, detka?" she asks, her voice low and hungry.

You nod, turning your head to meet her gaze. „I loved it," you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. „You're incredible, Nat."

Her smile widens, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. „Good to hear," she says, her hand sliding down to rest on your hip. „Because I have a lot more planned for you."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, the anticipation and excitement flooding back. „What else do you have in mind?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha chuckles softly, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. „My turn“ she chuckles mischievously and your words have you spinning the two of you around, you quickly pinning her down which causes her to chuckle a little at your attempt.

Your mouth slowly descends on her, trailing down her stomach and getting to where you want to taste and explore her. Natasha moans loudly as soon as your tongue explores her, tasting her arousal. Her back arches as you go deeper and deeper, your tongue exploring every inch of her. Your hands grip her thighs, keeping her in place as you work your magic.

„Please“ she begs, clutching the sheets, her body trembling with need. You respond by increasing your pace, your tongue moving faster, your fingers entering her with a ruthless pace. You can feel the tension building as her green eyes beg for you, your mouth and fingers continuing to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

„Please dekta“ she begs, her hand clutching onto you and that‘s when you begin curling your fingers perfectly inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your hand. Natasha can‘t hold it back any longer, she cries out your name, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm crashes over the redhead. You don‘t stop, your mouth and fingers guiding her right through her high.

Finally, you slow your movements gently to let her ride out her high. Natasha pulls you into her arms, holding you close to her chest as she catches her breathing, planting kisses all over your cheeks.

After a while, you start to move, your fingers tracing circles on her skin, teasing touches that make her breath hitch. „Did you enjoy that, Nat?" you ask, your voice low and sweet.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. „I loved it," she admits, her voice breathy. „You're incredible detka“.

Your smile widens, feeling a surge of confidence. „Good to hear“ you say, your hand sliding down to rest on her hip.

„You're so beautiful," you say softly, your fingers tracing her lips.

She smiles, nuzzling into your neck. „I could say the same about you," she replies, her voice filled with affection.

Natasha chuckles softly, her fingers tracing on your back „I think we make a pretty good team“ she chuckles causing you to hold onto her a little closer.

You nod, feeling the love for the woman who‘s arms you are lying in. „We do Tasha“ you mumble, trailing off about the last few days and what has happened since. And for some reason you have a feeling this will last and you‘ll belong to her, always.

[slaygentford]

ngl ten years on natasha in tws is still compelling to me i cry a little. remembering her on this day

The thing abojt Natasha in catws is that she only wears the black widow suit once and there’s only one (1) instance of her being called black widow and it’s by rumlow (evil). And the other thing about nat is that she’s thirty years old which may seem old but is not old for example those of us who were 19 in 2014…. Well. I am almost the same age as natasha black widow romanoff of catws fame. Do you know what I’m doing rn? Today I went to brunch and. A movie. Nat is 30 and should be doing brunch and a movie??? The third thing about nat is that she’s pretty off putting without trying to be she’s just sort of socially not on top of her game here. This is because fourthly and fifthly nat has generously two friends. Sixth her and Steve’s plan in a fight being literally just to jump into each others arms 👍 WHY DID THEY MAKE TJIS MOVIE!!! And then make every movie after it so so so bad. Natasha is the gamer girl of this movie she is hacking computers. She is making little movie references. She is trying to get her friend (1 of 2) to cheer up. Sixth when she gets out of the shower her hair is frizzy. HER HAIR IS FRIZZY???? She has the FUCKING arrow necklace on IM GOING TO END IT. ALL!!!! She put her hand on Nicholas j fury’s bald head. She SHOULD BE AT. PAINT AND. SIP!!!! SHE SHOULD BE AT THE GENTRIFIED DISPENSARY. She’s at first day of socialization with your coworkers lessons. Her and Steve’s strategy, I cannot stress this enough, is for her to physically jump into his arms. I forgot how old Steve is which is insane I know but I assume he’s also about thirty they should really really really be at an LL bean. we can’t bring back avengers tower. It’s too late for us, for the franchise. and yet, on the horizon, a glimmer….

[albatris]

hewwo

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tw for paranoia, anxiety, hallucinations, swearing, general feelings of unease

Nat Finch blinked awake.

He was slumped forward in the driver’s seat of his rental car, his forehead pressed to the steering wheel, his body aching like he hadn’t moved in centuries. His feet were bare. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Curled over his shoulders was the familiar softness of the blanket from his back seat, the one he’d been meaning to give to the Larsons for two weeks now. A deep night breeze leaked through the slightly-open window to his right, the cold gnawing at the dampness that clung to his clothes, to his face and hair. He felt filthy, filmy, disgusting—more so than usual.

A muddle of memories and flickers and voices fought for space in his brain, bumping up against each other and overlapping, threads escaping every time he thought he’d grasped one. He was overcome, for a single surreal moment, by the sense he had just awoken from an exceedingly peculiar dream.

Nat Finch sat up, groaning.

Disturbed by the motion, plastic crinkled in his lap. A collection of granola bars was scattered over him, a few of them having tumbled down onto the seat next to him and the floor below. Like someone had dumped them unceremoniously over his head and just… left him like that.

He recognised the brand, vaguely—something hoity-toity and ridiculous he’d seen at the supermarket, fifteen dollars a goddamn box—but they weren’t something that had any business being anywhere near him. His bank balance barely scraped double digits at the moment.

“Who the fuck…” Nat paused, not sure what question he was even supposed to be asking. “Why the fuck…”

His attention edged upwards, to a scrap of cardboard folded neatly in two and perched atop his dashboard.

DO YOUR BEST! it read in a childlike handwritten scrawl.

Nat squinted harder. “What the fuck.”

He tried to think. His brain, sluggish and laden with fog and aching, refused to provide any context for the mystery shower of nutrition. Or the note.

Or… anything else, for that matter. He didn’t remember falling asleep; he didn’t remember stopping his car. He remembered leaving work, but it had barely been dusk when he’d left work and the trip from Stop ‘N’ Go to his apartment was fifteen minutes, tops.

It was not dusk anymore. The black outside was the pure solitude of the witching hour and the world beyond his window was silent, save for the buzz and pop of a single faulty streetlight a few metres ahead and the chittering gossip of crickets. No people. No cars. No movement.

Nat’s dread climbed. He craned his neck and strained to decipher his whereabouts. The lonely light offered only flimsy, spluttering illumination—some of it splashing into his car, some of it into dry grass and mesh fence lining the side of the road, most of it merely into the rumble of gravel directly beneath it. He had no idea where he was. He had no idea why he was where he was.

The disco ball hanging from his rear-view mirror glittered at him, blinking urgently.

He shoved the granola bars off himself, suddenly feeling contaminated. A strident, pulsating pain forked through every inch of his body at the movement—he gritted his teeth, letting out a hiss and a wince. The blanket went next, ripped from his shoulders and hurled at the opposing window in a multicoloured flurry. It crumpled to the passenger seat and Nat stared at it, prickling all over with the suspicion someone else had placed it on him. Someone else had been here. Watching. Leaning. Looming. Touching. His hand flew to the window winder and wound it, sealing the opening. Sealing himself in and the outside out.

And then he sat still, mind reeling, chest tight. Panic twisting in his stomach. He waited for his brain to kick over, for his memory to rush back, for the moment he shook free the dregs of post-sleep disorientation and went, Oh, that’s right! That’s why I’m here! That’s what’s going on! How could I have forgotten?

A minute passed.

And another.

Frozen.

Rigid.

Nat swallowed, hard. Nothing clicked into place. Nothing clicked and nothing clicked and nothing clicked. Why not? He’d left work and turned left down Rake Street like he always did. He’d done nothing out of the ordinary.

The night outside was alive. With every flicker-out of the streetlight, the dark whined at his window, still trying to reach him. A tapping, a whistling, a whispering in its own made-up language. Nat. Nat. Nat. Something’s wrong. Nathaniel. Something’s wrong. The dark that should not have been there. The dark that should have been dusk.

He'd lost hours. Hours. What the hell had happened to him? The note on his dashboard sat there, smirking. It knew things he didn’t.

Nat fought to breathe in.

Nat fought to breathe out.

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

Five things he could see were that gaudy leopard-print steering wheel cover, the smeared windscreen from too-old wipers, the radio, the hazard switch, his own hands, crusted in cracked, dried mud.

Four things he could feel were the press of the seat under him, the press of his work uniform over him, the sting of the cold on his feet, pain, pain, pain.

Three things he could hear were crickets and streetlights and dark.

Two things he could smell were the dull citrus hum of the vent-clip air freshener and the fact it was doing nothing to hide the fact he hadn’t showered in a while.

One thing he could taste was—

Okay, okay, alright. Okay. That would do it. Nat breathed in. Nat breathed out. Calm. Calm. Calm.

He reached gingerly for the ignition, exhaling in relief when he grasped the key still inside. He had that, at least. He hesitated, perched on an agonising threshold between hopeful anticipation and whatever reality was about to find him.

He turned the key.

Nothing.

He turned again.

Nothing. The car stuttered and clicked uselessly, refusing to start. Relief left him as quickly as it had arrived. Flat battery.

Nat breathed, “Ah, fuck.”

Nat breathed in.

Nat breathed out.

He twisted towards the back seat, feeling along the faux leather for his work backpack. He hauled it to himself and rammed an arm inside to seek his phone, shoving through a jumble of familiar shapes—notebook, hoodie, empty soft drink can for recycling, empty soft drink can for recycling, gum, nametag—ah, there it was.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Nat whined, his finger colliding with the power button. “Please, please, please—”

Nothing. Flat battery.

Nat breathed in.

Nat plonked his forehead back down on the steering wheel and released a long, agonised wail.

Simmering anxiety climbed into roiling terror. Terror branched sideways into paranoia. Paranoia bloomed up through his chest and into his throat, where it squeezed tight and threatened to choke him. He’d lost hours. Anything could have happened to him. Anything could have been done to him.

The dark outside mocked and laughed. The disco ball blinked its rhythmic little warnings. He could feel it all, even when he wasn’t looking.

Nathaniel. Something’s wrong. Nathaniel.

“No shit,” he muttered back.

What next?

He lifted his head and flipped the sun visor down to look at himself in the mirror. With no phone screen and no overhead light to guide him, it was hard to get a full picture. He tilted his head, twisted his neck, attempted to catch himself on some jittering streetlight. He snagged a few glimpses—a dribble of blood from a presumably cracked lip here, a smudge of dirt on a cheekbone there. The collar of his shirt looked bloody, too. His hair wasn’t sitting right, tangled black all caked together and hanging in thick clumps. Two trembling hands lifted, the quiver partially from weakness and partially from fear, and Nat gripped at his face. Tugging along those familiar edges and curves and juts, finding them not so familiar. Finding them wrong. Hollow. Caved in. His fingertips wandered down towards his jaw—

—and along the thick, uneven mumbling of stubble that hadn’t been there when he’d left the apartment that morning.

Nat’s heartbeat tripped up. He hadn’t lost hours.

He’d lost days.

Nat breathed in. And in. And in. Not enough. Too fast. His chest heaved. His lungs refused to fill.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t have lost days. He couldn’t have lost days. Jesus Christ, Nat had never been the shining poster child of mental health, but he’d never lost days. He’d been God knew where for God knew how long. He’d been—his feet were bare, his hands and face were streaked with mud, someone had clearly been messing around in his car—he’d been taken. Drugged. Kidnapped. That scribbled note? Do your best? He was being toyed with, probably by some deranged serial killer. And what was with the granola bars? Some kind of clue? A message?

He had to go. Run. Get help. Something close to a whimper climbed up his throat and fell from his lips. His hand crept to the door handle and stopped.

He’d seen horror movies. Not many, but enough. The chase, the hunt, the twisted mind games before the inevitable kill… these were part of the fun. There was probably someone watching him right now, folded into the shadows and out of sight, waiting for him to panic. Waiting for him to make his first mistake and step outside.

Waiting for him to start the game.

He couldn’t leave.

He couldn’t stay.

Could he stay? Could he just wait it out? Someone would find him. Someone would look for him. Someone would look for him, right?

No, no one would look for him. No one would care enough that he was gone.

No, there was no way they’d let him wait this out, whoever they were. They would find some way to lure him out, drive him out, force him into the waiting hands of the night air. Unprotected. Alone. All at once Nat felt a million eyes boring into him, leering from beyond the black, drinking in his every move. He shoved himself lower in his seat, clutching his dead phone to his chest.

Nat fought to breathe in.

Nat fought to breathe out.

He tried a final time to reason with himself.

When he’d worked twelve hour shifts four days straight, he’d started being dogged by the idea that someone had snuck a microscopic tracking device into his takeaway pizza, which he had subsequently consumed. When he’d been behind on rent for the third fortnight in a row, he’d become fixated on the idea that other customers in the supermarket were reading his thoughts and laughing at him. Look at this fucking loser. Grimy hair and track pants. Can’t even afford instant ramen.

Panic and stress tended to climb on top of him bit by bit. Panic and stress tended to twist all kinds of everyday events into all kinds of unnatural, terrifying shapes. It was normal. Even the tiny, audible hints of speech pushing through the dark, giving voice to his anxiety, those were normal under the right circumstances. It was all… no, not normal. It was a pattern. Tomorrow, he’d be fine. Tomorrow, he’d understand he’d never been in any danger.

So even though he was here now, helpless and stranded in the empty night, barefoot and filthy, abandoned by his memories and surrounded by leering scrawled words and fucking rich-people granola bars—he had to take this moment of clarity and hold it tight.

Tomorrow, this would all make sense.

DO YOUR BEST! the dark around him sang.

“Go to hell,” Nat spat.

And with that, he wrenched the door open.

[baby-yellowjackets]

hi!! would you be willing to write a fic about an infant regressed tboy nat and mama lottie? maybe dealing with some dysphoria or other really big feelings :0 tysm your writing is amazing

Title: Manas Good Boy

Pairing! Trans boy! Regressor! Nat x Caregiver! Lottie

Word count: 500

TW: mentions of bodily dsyphoria, mis gendering, etc

Author’s note: first time writing trans nat, so I really hope I did him justice anon!!

Today had been hard, the day spent being called by the wrong name, the wrong pronouns, generally feeling gross about himself- Nat had found himself exhausted once he and Lottie reached their hotel room.

He was grateful he didn’t have to pair up with Misty this time around, she always asked so many questions, Nat couldn’t exactly sleep.

But Lottie was different. She didn’t really ask many questions, but she was always willing to help in any way she could.

Lottie knew two of Nat’s secrets that he’d probably bring to the grave. The first being that he was trans, female to male. The second was that he was an age regressor.

It was honestly a huge accident when Lottie first found out. She found him poorly binding in the locker room after a particularly hard practice and since he was so tired, Nat accidentally regressed in front of Lottie.

Neither of these things seemed to turn her away, rather they made her more protective.

She had left their room to go grab a bucket of ice so they could enjoy a post game soda and snack before winding down for bed.

This had left Nat alone beside his treasured pacifier that was tucked safely into his mouth and his plush bear that was cuddled into his chest. He always brought both items with him when they had to go on weekend trips for games.

Sighing softly, he curled up further under the sheets, snuffling.

“I’m back!” Lottie’s sweet voice filled the room as she set the ice bucket down.

She had yet to notice Nat being regressed. Grabbing the plastic cups the hotel provided, popping open a bottle of soda and splitting it between the two of them before grabbing the desired snacks they had bought earlier at the gas station.

“Are you—“ Lottie paused as she turned around, features going soft as he watched Nat rub at his eyes again.

“Nat..?” She spoke, setting the items down before approaching the little boy.

Brushing a stray piece of hair from his face, she smiled.

“How old are you?” Lottie asked, but already figured Nat was in a baby-like headspace.

Nat shrugged, brows furrowed with a little irritated huff. Despite being in such a small headspace, he was still feeling a lot of big emotions.

Whining, he rolled over and kicked his legs out in frustration.

“Hey hey-“ Lottie cooed, grabbing his hand.

“What’s wrong bub..?” She asked as Nat pouted, kicking his legs again. That was about as best as he could communicate, not much for talking in baby space.

“I see.” Lottie nodded, thinking back to earlier in the day. She should’ve caught Nat’s discomfort sooner.

“Well listen-“ Lottie hummed, pulling the small boy up into her lap with ease.

“You are the best boy ever, ya know that? My good boy~” Lottie cooed, tickling the other slightly. Beaming as she got a small laugh.

“Mamas.. good boy?” Nat asked sweetly, a bit muffled from the pacifer .

“Mhm!” Lottie nodded, kissing his chest.

“Mama's best boy!” She reassured softly.

[organic-origins]

organic hands - desc below

a little thing i whipped up summer of '23. orgono hands are unlike any other organic life form. only one thumb, as opposed to two. the dexterity in their last two fingers remains incredible, though, and there is a residual limb (digit?) from the long-lost thumb. although in more modern times it's becoming smaller and smaller.

they don't have webbing on their thumbs. watsonian reasoning is that it made sense for tool use and interacting with dry land more, however the doyalist reason is that i realized they cant hold hands. orgono are beings of love, they have to hold hands.

they've got cylinder claws, akin to a canine (i forget the proper term for them) and thick calloused hands that have a similar purpose to paw pads. they're not as soft, though, and can be peeled off like a horse chestnut if you really wanted to do that. don't do it, though. their hands are sensitive :(

sorry for the absence. have been busy!

[ctheathy]

Can you make a Sakura, Kou, Yashiro, and Hanako x fem reader platonic?(toilet bound). The reader has a huge panic attack?

Hanako-Kun, Kou Minamoto, Nene Yashiro, Sakura Nanamine w/ reader who has a panic attack

Hanako-Kun x Reader

Kou Minamoto x Reader

Nene Yashiro x Reader

Sakura Nanamine x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: Had enough episodes of my own to know how exactly to approach this request in particular lmao. Thank you for the ask <3

Hanako-Kun/Kou/Reader/Nene/Sakura [Platonic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Minor description of panic attacks

Hanako-Kun

Hanako is an... interesting scenario for sure. He tends to have mixed responses towards the matter as it takes a much longer time for him to properly catch up on the begin stages of the panic attack, not noticing your distress from beforehand. And he'll instead misinterpret your behaviour with being irritated. And due to his clingy and childish nature, including his natural desire to bother those around him to no end; he'd likely be one to nag you about it to try and get the answer out of you, which would most likely have the immediate result of worsening your already fragile mindset.

By the time he catches on, you'll likely already be in midst of the entire overstimulation. Which is when he'll be caught off guard for sure, but he'd be quick to work on his comeback. His demeanor changing from playful to serious in an instant. He'd have a gentle approach, trying to question your current needs instead of clinging onto you like a leech as he normally would. As he knows your current support is a priority over hugging you with all his might. He'd stay with you for the time being, not daring to leave you by yourself when you're in a state like that. Asking for a lot of consent for once in his life if he could preferably touch you or not. And if you were to calm down a little from the episode, he'd quite frankly demand you to skip your classes and get signed off as sick; just so you could have your stay in the school bathroom. And you bet he's not even thinking of leaving you be until you're all better.

Kou Minamoto

Kou has a really big heart and always desires to be there for his allies. He'd have more difficulty catching up on indirect indications that you might be on the verge on a panic attack, but he'd try to check up on you every now and then. But unlike Hanako, he would be more open about your sudden mannerisms and call you out if you were to distance yourself from him. He'd be able to tell whenever something isn't going too good with you spiritually wise, but he wants to have a calm approach to prevent you from freaking out even further.

He'll be startled at your sudden meltdown for sure, getting quite a bit of stress himself due to his lack of experience among the topic. He'll tense up and most clearly panic over you being in that particular state, but put on a tough facade for your sake. He wouldn't hesitate in the slightest to wrap his arms around you and keep you close to him. Even if you happen to become violent in your panic attack, Kou would always try and hold onto you to prevent you from hurting yourself at all costs. He'd continue to give you soft pats on the back to try and calm you down, trying to keep himself quiet to prevent himself from making things worse. He'd just silently stay close to you, keeping in touch with you and making sure you won't be alone for a second until you recover slightly from the episode.

Nene Yashiro

Oh, the poor sweet girl. Nene tends to be a rather timid, shy and easily stressed student herself. She definitely has less experience with comforting those in need than the others do, but she is, however, quicker to notice if you were to fall silent or haven't been talking for the entire time you've been among the same room. But unlike the males, she'll also be quicker to pick up on the signs that you aren't doing too well in the first place due to her natural sensitivity towards the emotions of others. She'd definitely nudge you or softly try to get your attention without trying to scare you in the duration of it, pulling you to the side and asking if you're doing okay or if you need a break for rest.

But as soon as she notices how shaky your breath is and how you seem to be on the verge of crumbling, she panics slightly. Not too sure what to do at first as you slowly begin to behave more unsteadily. Due to her shyness, she likely wouldn't be as touchy with you as Hanako and Kou would, but she's definitely the one who's more careful with her movements and tries to remain most thoughtful of not doing anything that might set you off further. She'd hold your hands and softly caress them or gently stroke you on the shoulder for comfort, but not without asking if it's okay for her to do so for like twenty times before actually doing it. Nene is hesitant with her actions, but she truly wants to be there for you until you feel better.

Sakura Nanamine

Due to Sakura’s mature and responsible demeanour, she always seems to be prepared for situations such as these and is quick to act upon the minor signs. She also happens to be much more calm among the situation than the others are, which usually results in less panic fromout their friend’s perspective as well. You know what they say, never fright in a dreadful situation unless if you want to the same terror to be shown throughout others. She'd probably already notice something isn't clicking right off the bad. Especially as panic attacks tend to be shown in a bunch of stages or have clear signs when one's about to start. Heavy or quick breathing, increasing heart rate which results in sweating, lack of eye contact and speech. And overall being zoned out from the situation itself, making the person incredibly alert over the tiniest of details.

The female would get you out of that room and away from the other individuals around immediately, excusing the both of you from the area as she calmly requests for you to go with her. You'll likely end up in a more isolated location, making sure that nobody will bother you when you're in a state of shock and fragility, and she'll send those who bust in out right away with a death glare. She'd allow you to rest yourself on her lap or against her chest for the time being, all while her soothing voice tries to calm you down in the process. Making sure you're taken well care of for the time being of your vulnerability.

[banabiohazard]

(DDLC four hearts au, Monika and Natsuki, Early in the timeline.)

*tw for mental health struggles and just generally being a teenager*

It had only been about three weeks since Natsuki had expressed her feelings towards her friends and been accepted with open arms into their relationship, and Monika was still internally getting used to the idea of being affectionate towards her, nothing was wrong with her, she was the same Natsuki as before but unlike Sayori or Yuri, Natsuki was visibly younger than her. Not to an unreasonable amount only two years, but this still made her paranoid about other's perception of them. And to make this paranoia worse today was 'her day' Natsuki, being herself, decided to set up a system of who's day it was to keep her company as if she was a class pet to help herself get used to having multiple center's of affection. And today was the preselected day that Monika was the focus of her newest partner's attention.

"Monika? Monikaaa?"

Natsuki repeatedly attempted to get her attention, after words were unsuccessful she gently knocked her head against the shoulder of Monika's school blazer. Monika inhaled sharply as she returned from the inner reaches of her thoughts.

"Sorry! Just a little in my head today."

Monika said as she poked at her lunch and pushed her glasses back up her nose, "It's okay dummy, was just worried because you were all spaced out." Natsuki responded as she shoveled her own food into her mouth. Monika glanced around, "Where'd Say and Yuri go?" She asked, Nat shrugged, "They got done and went off somewhere, library I think."

Monika finally got over her urge to be picky and began attempting to choke down the meal, like most food she didn't make herself, it was gross. She was distracted from a near gag by Natsuki speaking up again, "Monika?" She swallowed hard and responded, "Yes?" Natsuki scratched impulsively as the ragged ends of her nails which she kept chewed short, "Can I uh-" she swore under her breath at her own hesitation, "Can I hold your hand?" Monika's worries flowed back to her all at once, she felt sweat beginning to well under her skin begging for release. "Of course." She responded against the screaming in her head that everyone was staring at them as she felt Natsuki's hand carefully wrap around hers.

After a moment of silence Natsuki laughed lightly, "Your hands are always so warm." She paused for a long while, "Yknow I really didn't think this would ever happen." Monika looked at her confused as she struggled to chew through the horrible texture nightmare that the school dared to call jello. "You already know I had a thing for you for like, almost a year before I said anything. I was always such a bitch to you to try to like, bury it or get a reaction because monkey brain, hot girl equals any attention good attention, kinda figured this," she squeezed Monika's hand, "Was a pipe dream."

Monika thought for a moment about what exactly to say, "I'm really glad you said something." She smiled. Natsuki smiled a wide goofy smile in return, the most genuine Monika had ever seen on her before. At that moment the bell rang to signify the end of lunch period. Nasuki pulled her hand away from Monika's, "I'll see you after class alright?" Monika nodded and was taken by surprise as Natsuki interrupted her standing up to kiss her lightly on the cheek. As Nat walked away Monika felt the eyes of the whole lunchroom staring judgmentally at the back of her head.

Monika spent most of final period classes with the same feeling, she sometimes felt almost as if she could hear them whisper, 'What a cradle robber.' 'Seventeen and fifteen that's just not right' 'She must be a pervert.' After the final bell rang Monika sat outside on one of the benches waiting for Natsuki when Sayori stopped to sit beside her,

"Hey Moni! Just wanted to let you know Yuri and I are going back to my place tonight if you wanna come."

She said as she hugged Monika tight, "I would, but I'm spending time with Nat today." Sayori looked at her with mild disappointment paired with adoration. "Well I hope you have fun!" She kissed Monika on the cheek and waved farewell as she went off in the general direction of her house to catch up with Yuri. It wasn't much longer before Natsuki filled the empty space, "Hey Monikaaaa" Nat leaned into Monika's shoulder, "Whatcha doing? Like after school, uh, so now I guess." She mumbled through her question. Monika thought for a moment, "Nothing. But Yuri and Say are staying at her house tonight, would you like to come stay at mine?" Natsuki shot up to sit up straight. "I would love to! Oh wait let me call my mom, one sec." Monika nodded and smiled before Nat pulled out her phone and scuttled a couple feet away. After the call was over and Natsuki had her permission to stay the night they started the walk.

When they arrived at Monika's house Natsuki spent a few minutes looking around at all the cool antique decoration and petting Monika's dachshund Otto, Monika hadn't even thought about how Natsuki had never been to her house before, Only Sayori had now that she thought about it. They usually all hung around at Sayori's or school. "You want something to eat?" Monika asked, "Oh you don't have to do tha- Oh is that shrimp?!" Monika snorted a laugh, "Yes ma'am. Gonna make some rice an-" before Monika could even finish Natsuki was right beside her practically drooling.

While they ate, Monika was silently grateful that her aunt was out for a few days, although she was still kind of upset that she had to take her car, but she couldn't change that now. She liked having the house to herself. They spent most of the day just watching tv and staying close, but when night came and Monika led Natsuki to her bedroom Nat groaned, "Shit! I forgot to go home and get any pajamas and stuff." She hit the heel of her palm against her forehead a few times, Monika thought about how she could run her home real quick if she had access to her car. But came up with an alternate solution instead, digging in her dresser drawers until she found an old forest green t-shirt and a pair of pink shorts, "Here, I don't have any spare pajamas clean but these should do."

Natsuki looked at the clothes she'd been handed as if they were the holy grail, she didn't often receive gifts for no reason and appreciated them greatly when she did, she walked around Monika's bed and hugged her tightly before she went off to the bathroom to change. Monika took the time to change as well, and get herself comfortable under the covers, she breathed a sigh of comfort just before Natsuki walked back in, taking her own place next to Monika. She laid on her side and stared at Monika for a while, "This shirt smells like you." She said with a smile, "Well I would assume it would as I have worn it a lot." Monika responded, Natsuki laughed, "I.." she hesitated, as if she was afraid to form the words, she breathed in hard, "I love you Monika."

Monika felt herself turn red, she wasn't expecting that this soon, but it felt good, despite every bit of stress and anxiety that them being together brought her, despite how afraid she was of judgment. She reciprocated, "I love you too." Monika hadn't even closed her mouth yet when Natsuki scooted over and clung to her, melting into Monika's body heat to cuddle. Sleep came easily that night.

The next morning Monika woke up alone, a feeling that wasn’t new but hurt all the same, she stood up from her bed and quickly made it to her satisfaction. after using the bathroom she wandered down the hall to look for Natsuki, she found her sitting in the kitchen eating a home cooked breakfast, Monika’s face scrunched with confusion before melting into shocked surprise upon seeing her Aunt sat on on the other side of the island. She immediately began to turn around but stopped and cringed when she heard her aunt’s voice.

“Monika honey you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

It was true, she didn’t, she had neglected to tell her aunt about any of her partners, like she did with most of the details of her social life. She turned around and walked to the table as she stilled her nerves, “And she’s just the sweetest!” Her aunt continued on, “Thank you ma’am.” Natsuki added, “I didn’t even know you liked women, suppose I ought to pay more attention yeah?” She smiled at Natsuki as she ended the sentence, “Oh here Hun let me get you a plate!” When aunt Willow got up Natsuki leaned over to whisper in Monika’s ear, “I’m so so sorry for outing you. She asked who I was and I panicked and I figured she knew, I only told her about me. Sorry” Monika nodded and placed her hand on Natsuki’s as her aunt placed a fresh plate of eggs and hash browns in front of her.

“Thank you Aunt Willow. May I ask what you’re doing back so soon?” The older woman scoffed, “The old fart I was selling the guitar to cancelled and the one buying the phone just didn’t show up! Complete waste of time!” Monika nodded, “That’s unfortunate.” It was at this moment that aunt Willow walked around the island and grabbed Natsuki’s sleeve, “Awwwwww! You’re wearing her shirt that’s adorable!!”

[threestargirls]

why did you choose to have your oc burn the cabin down? Like what was she thinking?

AYYYY ANON ASKING ABOUT MY OC 🥳 i absolutely love this question and i have been shaking like a chihuahua waiting for someone to ask it (tw for suicidal thoughts. and just suicide in general i think. also tw for those with eating disorders, specifically bulimia- vivienne doesn’t have an ed, but there’s a brief mention of something that could be potentially triggering for those who struggle with it)

for general plot reasons, i wanted to make sure vivienne was well blended into the story. i wanted her to be her own character without changing major plot events or how the characters view each other. in better words, i want her to be an addition to the plot, not create an entirely new one.

having her burn down the cabin seemed like a very reasonable choice for that, given that in canon we don’t have 100% certainty on who did it. vivienne was extremely suicidal at that point. i think the only thing keeping her alive to the point of when the first hunt even happened was fear of leaving everything behind, if that makes sense.

she didn’t want to entirely leave behind her life. she wanted to die, but the thought of not knowing what came after death, combined with the guilt of leaving mari and lowkey some of the other girls was convincing her to keeping her life. even if she didn’t speak with mari much at this point, mari was still extremely important to her and loved by her. (hence why after their second fallout in season 3, vivienne is still devastated by mari’s death to the point of no recovery.)

sorry for getting off topic but i think this is importantly. vivienne straight up offered to kill herself when everyone suggested the hunt- she freaked out and just say she’d give herself up so no one who actually wanted to live had to die. mari, who by this point would be actively trying to reconnect with her, would shut the idea down. she said that “wasn’t how It worked” and that it had to be the wilderness’s decision, which enough others would agree with to make vivienne the minority opinion. after this, the hunt plays out as in canon.

after she finally eats javi, there’s definitely a severe spiral she goes down. sits on the outside porch for as long as possible after choking him down, forcing herself to throw up. when it starts to get dark, someone comes and talks to her, eventually coaxing her to get inside. i’m not sure who that person will be- most realistically, it would be taissa or mari, but i really really really want it to be travis so i can use vivienne as a plot device to further his and shauna’s parallels….. alas i don’t think it’s realistic for it to be him💔.

okay i got REAL off topic with that but it felt quite necessary for the buildup. the one line that completely inspired her burning down the cabin is from the hunger games!!!

i don’t remember if it’s in the books because it’s been years since i’ve read the og trilogy (😔), but in the movies there’s a line where finnick odair is talking about annie in the capitol while he’s in the hospital in district 13.

“i wish she was dead. i wish they were all dead, and we were too.”

so obviously extremely different conditions, but the line out of context really represents vivienne’s mindset in her decision to burn the cabin down. especially after natalie being crowned their leader- natalie was one of the few who was consistently against the wilderness stuff, which is why vivienne trusted her at all. watching even nat succumb to it in favor of relief as their leader was 100% vivienne’s last straw.

i’m pretty sure the cabin burned from the outside, so my thought is vivienne would maybe be out there with a candle just sitting alone, mulling over her thoughts. again, still extremely suicidal, except now it’s pure guilt that’s stopping her. she knows that if she kills herself, she’ll be eaten, which means javi would’ve died for no reason. she doesn’t necessarily see his death as a sacrifice, but she does think that her death would mean his would be for nothing.

everything would just kind of crash down on her in that moment, and she’d just be kind of… out of it. i’m not entirely sure how to describe her thought process in that moment besides that finnick quote. at this point, she’d lost all hope for rescue. and what kind of life was this, anyway? eating their friends to survive? suffering and starving? wouldn’t it be better to not have to go through it anymore? the outside world probably presumed them dead, anyways, right?

she’d take the candle to one of the walls of the cabin, waiting for it to catch fire. if it doesn’t work, she’ll find some other way. don’t have the details figured out but you get the gist of it…

she’d leave it burning and go back inside. when she started smelling smoke, i think the weight of what she’d actually done would crash down upon her. she’d freak the fuck out as the fire began to spread.

in canon, shauna is in the attic writing in her journal when she notices the fire, and then she really hastily grabs stuff and wakes everyone up downstairs. this would be almost the exact same with vivienne in the show, except vivienne would be waking up everyone just before shauna got downstairs. they’d probably get out with more supplies than in canon since they were awake longer with vivienne waking them up before shauna would.

okay this is SO long if you read this long you get a cupcake 🧁 seriously this is the best question ever sorry it took me so long to get to anon!!!

[marveltrumpshate]

December 2023 MTH fills

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023

Our AO3 collections: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 (only has works posted to AO3)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

SOLO CHARACTERS

Jack Rollins

Sammy Smiles - Big Jack Rollins plushie in tac suit for @kalika999 (MTH 2021)

Kurt Wagner

@say-cyke-rn - Art of an injured Kurt crouching on a ledge for whichwitch

Loki

RoseRose/@tehroserose - "Jörmungandr (It's all circles)" (MCU Loki catena rondo hurt no comfort, unhappy ending poem) for @kerravonsen

Ronan

@deehellcat - Small crocheted Ronan doll with his weapon for @pocketcosmic

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Alpine & Bucky Barnes

@scootcommander - Diary pages of Bucky's mental health journey while taking care of Alpine featuring mentions of Clint, Natasha, and Steve for @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

SHIPS

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton

dr.girlfriend/@drgrlfriend - "The Storm Shall Not Wake Thee" (post-TWS Bucky/Clint fic where Bucky is a selkie) for @ghostcwtch, @buckyismybicycle, @hawksonfire, @bulkyphrase, and Fox (MTH 2022)

@secondalto - Cross-stitch piece of winged Bucky and Clint embracing for @rufferto9

Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov

Eustacia Vye/@eustaciavye28 - "Shelter" (MCU Bucky/Nat fic where Bucky rescues Natasha from General Ross's custody) for @drivingyelenabelova

Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

swtalmnd/@amysnotdeadyet - "To Arms" (Witcher!Bucky/technomage!Tony AU fic) for @saganarojanaolt, newtypeshadow, and @rise-up-ting-ting-like-glitter (MTH 2021)

Kitty Pryde/Illyana Rasputin

Jason K Jones/@jkjones21 - Art of Kitty/Kate following Illyana through a portal to a beautiful landscape for KellyLynn

Loki/Mobius

WinterRaven/@ravensonata - "Under the Moonlight Eternal" (pre-American Civil War vampire!Loki/human!Mobius AU fic) for asgardian (MTH 2022)

Matt Murdock/Jennifer Walters

yellowwclouds/@lesbiandardevil - Art of Jen and Matt having fun rollerskating at a roller rink for @nostalgicatsea

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

@nostalgicatsea - Mood board of Steve and Tony yearning for each other in their dreams for @captainneverever

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Golden_Asp - "A Bargain Made" (MCU Stephen/Tony demonic possession fic) for @sirleafheart (MTH 2022)

[ask-polysho]

WELCOME TO ASK POLYSHO!!

“Emu this can’t be in all caps!”

“Why not? :(”

“Because we have to be professional!”

“Tsukasa, this site is anything but professional.”

“I have to agree with Nene on this one~”

“You always agree with Nene!”

“Nene’s very reasonable~”

//more info under the cut

Basic info/Headcanons about them

Rui Kamishiro 🎈

-19

-Currently in university, double-majoring in Engineering and Theater

-any pronouns

-genderfluid

-185 cm (~6’1)

-pansexual

-autistic

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Nene Kusanagi 🤖

-18

-3rd year at Kamiyama

-she/they

-demigirl

-158 cm (~5’2)

-bisexual

-anxiety

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Emu Otori 🍬

-18

-3rd year at Miya Girl’s

-any pronouns (mostly she/they/it)

-pangender

-153cm (~5’0)

-panromantic asexual

-autistic, ADHD, and an age regressor

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Tsukasa Tenma ⭐️

-19

-Freelance Actor (taking online music theory classes)

-he/they

-transmasc

-174cm (~5’9)

-bisexual

-ADHD (that’s the only diagnosed thing but there’s definitely more)

//In-universe info

-They don’t technically live together, moreso Tsukasa and Rui live together and Nene and Emu sleep over frequently (they basically live there)

-Tsukasa drives them all to school so this is more convenient

-They have six platypuses curtesy of the anons.

-Their names are Nat, Peri, Nebbie, Juju, Nico, and Sebastian

-Peri and Nebbie are girls, and the rest are boys

-The platypuses live in a habitat built by Emu’s family

// General info

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Some tags I’ll use are

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#wonderhoi - Emu responding to/saying things

#future star - Tsukasa responding to/saying things

#rui’s rambles - Rui responding to/saying things

#all talk - all of them responding to/saying things

#ask polysho- general tag

#tw (*insert thing*) - content warning for *insert thing*

#ooc and #// - out of character tags

If anything is marked with // in front of it, then it’s out of character.

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[organic-origins]

welcome - intro post

im nat. this is where i'll post about my art and ocs. i've been on tumblr for years now, but the new side blog is a result of the great meta ai dumpster fire.

i focus mainly on black and white art, however i will also post colored things. i have a wide variety of interests, but i'm bad at color theory, so i just embrace the black and white :p

my art, ocs, and stories will usually revolve around sci-fi and low horror. there will be some classic fantasy and dnd-esk stuff thrown in there, too. i'm a huge fan of the uncanny valley, specifically with embracing and loving and enjoying it. uncanny but kind :]

i'm currently studying english and biological anthropology in university right now. i enjoy learning about analytical thinking and how our minds evolved! i am also trying to dabble more in philosophy, although i am a little intimidated to get into the more modern things.

i love dnd and dnd things! i also enjoy hiking, caving, camping, bone hunting, antiquing, and talking to my buddies. i collect typewriters, labradorite, and old books.

i play bg3 and skyrim a ton ;]

my dms and asks are ALWAYS open. PLEASE tell me about your ocs :] i love hearing about them. just open a dm with me and start info dumping i will eat it up.

content warnings

i utilize small, repetitive shapes often and enjoy messy, cluttered layouts/compositions that are meant to confuse or disorient someone. Many of my illustrations will include bones and organs in a medical or educational context, and themes of depersonalization, disassociation, and unreality may pop up. These will all be tagged to my best ability. A list of the tags I use are below. I will use general tw/cw tags, as well as ones specific to my blog, just so that those who want to cover all their bases may do so.

not all of my work will include these things, i also will post a ton of stupid little oc doodles.

tags

#nat rambles - general writing posts about oc, lore, and world building

#nat art - general art posts. may not be oc related

#nat chat - posts that i rb and add onto

#nat answers - asks that i answer

#nat rb - posts that i reblog with no added content

#nat ocs - general oc posts. art and writing.

#nat ocs: org - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Organics

#nat ocs: hyk - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Hykanall and Her Company of Hands

#nat ocs: nspah - art and writing posts specific to my cast for No Such Place as Hell

#nat ocs: other - art and writing posts for casts not mentioned above

#nat tw: trypophobia - work that may upset those with trypophobia

#nat tw: body horror- work that may be considered body horror

#nat tw: eye strain - work that may cause eye strain

#nat tw: emotional strain - work that is centered around derealization, depersonalization, unreality, or has similar themes

#nat tw: general - encompasses all work that may need a tw

DNI/BYF

by default, i have no real DNI or BYF. however, i will block those whose content makes me uncomfortable (and not in the neat "reflect on society" way). i enjoy dark themes and don't always endorse the things i portray. i also think people should think critically about what they consume, why they consume it, and who is being impacted and how by the creation and consumption of media. i tend to ignore or block those who i don't feel abide by the previously stated standards.

discourse won't be tolerated here! i don't take blocking personally.

fin

that is all for now! thank you for reading. i hope you'll stick around :]