Secrets Behind Our Dreams
Chapter 12: A Room of Your Own | 5.2k
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Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.
Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Female Reader
Warnings: 18+, bad writing, slow burn, horny thoughts, gun pointing (?), bully Yelena (?), is fluff a warning? If yes, then what the fluff?
Author's Note: Scene reference from the movie Black Widow👀 I had to watch it so I can be able to write the scene. And, and, and the mascot was from my own experience, lol. Not proofread so if you see some stupid mistakes, no you didn't.
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“Fuck.” You mutter to yourself as soon as you're sure that she's out of the room. It feels like you’ve been holding your breath since you felt Natasha close to you and now you're gasping for air. You immediately slapped your cheek over and over, trying to remove the thoughts out of your mind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is wrong.” You feel your head being light, remembering her words.
“You can take it.”
“Just like that.”
“Good girl.”
You took a pillow and slammed it on your face with both of your hands and screamed at it, it stayed at your face for a couple of seconds before you slowly removed it.
You squeezed your thighs shut to relieve the aching feeling between your legs, “Oh God, forgive me for I have sinned.”
“Y/N?” A call coming out your door freaked you out, you immediately shuffled and got out of your bed, you ran towards the door as you put your clothes over your freshly cleaned up wound.
You peeked revealing Maria outside, “Oh hey.”
“Here's your food, there are actually stocks of food in your room but Natasha told the chef to have some soup made for you.” She said carrying a tray of soup and water. “You okay?” She asked as she saw your blushing form just staring at the tray.
“Oh yeah, shit t-thanks. I mean…” you winced as you opened the door for her to come in and immediately but carefully took the tray from her. You put it on the side of your bed and walked back towards her.
There was an awkward silence between the two of you, “So? How are you?” She asked crossing her arms, offering you a comforting smile
“I…” you shrugged.
"I know things are hard for you...complicated," Maria empathized. "But please don't sleep naked on the tile floor again, Y/N." She chuckled, as did you.
She noticed your nervous fidgeting and slowly began walking towards the door, with you following closely behind, crossing your arms and rubbing your arm.
"She was really worried about you," Maria declared as she looked at you.
You nodded slowly, recognizing the depth of Natasha's concern. Your heart wanted to jump out of its place. But you actually hadn't meant to cause her any worry, and now a plan began to take shape in your mind. You thought about making it up to Natasha for all she had done for you. Just as Maria started to leave your room, you hastily called out to her.
"I uh, Maria," you began, "Is it possible for me to go into the kitchen later? I'd like to do some cooking, or something." You cursed yourself for being so awkward.
“Oh…” she smiled, “Sure, I’ll tell the chef. Finish your food first and you can have the kitchen all by yourself.”
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You quickly finished the remainder of your soup and carried the tray with you as you made your way out of your room.
With the tray in your grasp, you navigated through the halls, making your way towards the kitchen. As you walked, the sound of your footsteps echoed slightly in the deserted corridor, as if the emptiness itself was listening to your every step.
Finally, you arrived at the kitchen that Maria had pointed out to you a day ago. The kitchen was one large expansive room, without any doors or dividers. The space was seamless and open, allowing the air to flow freely between the workstations and appliances.
You cautiously stepped inside, placing the tray in the sink. You took a moment to survey the kitchen, your hands slightly fidgeting from nerves. You had initially planned to bake, but now that you are faced with the vastness of the kitchen, you actually don't know what to do now as you feel a little overwhelmed.
The kitchen was immaculate, the stainless steel counters gleaming under the warm glow of the overhead lights. Rows of pristine cookware, pots, and pans hung from hooks on the backsplash, and the various appliances were meticulously arranged on the counters.
“Wow…I only had a microwave in my apartment.” You muttered to yourself.
You took a moment to examine the cabinets, quietly searching for the ingredients you needed for what you planned to bake. Opening each one, you looked closely, taking mental note of what you had and what you still needed to find. Then, your eyes landed on the pantry, located to the left of the large fridge.
You entered the pantry, which was another expansive room brimming with ingredients.
“Wow…” your jaw literally dropped as you took a good look around the pantry, you couldn't help but marvel at the variety of items before you. It seemed like a mini grocery store!
One by one, you managed to retrieve everything you needed. The ingredients in your arms grew, until eventually you had everything you needed, including flour, sugar, chocolate chips, eggs, and butter. With your arms full, you carefully walked out of the pantry.
You began your cooking project by setting all the ingredients out on a clean countertop. The measuring cups, spoons, bowls, and baking sheets were placed strategically so you could easily access them. As you arranged everything, a small wave of overwhelm washed over you as you looked at the materials before you. You were anxious that you may accidentally damage or ruin them in some way.
You measured each ingredient, the aroma of the dough began to fill the room, blending the scents of sugar and butter. With each cup and teaspoon, you mixed the ingredients in a large bowl, creating a smooth and creamy base.
You had finally completed the cookie dough and were now preparing to bake it. However, in order to do so, you needed to find the parchment paper, which was nowhere to be seen.
“Where did I put it?”
You were frantically searching for it, knowing that you had just placed it in one place together with others. You began to worry that you misplaced it. Suddenly, you heard a voice behind you. “Looking for this?”
Startled, you whipped around to find Yelena, sitting casually on the countertop, holding the parchment paper you had been looking for. Your clumsy hands accidentally knocked over some of the ingredients, causing it to crash to the ground.
You immediately and instinctively crouched down to fix the mess you made, Yelena smirked down at the sight. She toyed with the parchment paper as you cleaned in front of her.
Yelena hummed a nonsensical tune, her feet idly swaying and occasionally coming close to your head, almost purposely. However, you tried not to let it get to you and refrained from showing any reaction. Deep inside, you couldn't help but hope that Natasha would appear, as she usually did when her sister was around, to rescue you from this frustrating situation.
“Yelena.”
Yelena turned, a smirk creeping in her face. She tilted her head, “Hey Riri.”
Maria's expression toward Yelena remained emotionless. She maintained a stoic demeanor, silently observing Yelena's actions and behavior. “You know where to find your sister.”
“I always do.” Yelena chuckled as she leaped off the countertop and nonchalantly let the parchment paper fall to the ground as you focused on cleaning up. Without a pause, she promptly walked out of the kitchen.
When Yelena was finally out of sight Maria immediately inquired if you're okay to which you nodded.
Maria, noticing the lingering tension Yelena left in the air, she turned to you with a sympathetic expression and softly apologized for Yelena's behavior.
"I'm sorry about Yelena," she said gently. "She can be quite...a lot."
Sensing your lack of response, Maria quickly shifted the conversation and her eyes landed at the countertop, seeing the dough you just made ready to be baked.
“You know, that looks really delicious,” she said, her tone shifting to a more casual one.
Her words were meant to ease the tension, hoping to alleviate any discomfort you might still be feeling. Her words, though simple, had a profound effect, causing your cheeks to blush. A small, shy smile graced your lips as you gratefully accepted her compliment.
“Thanks,” you said as you stood with the ingredients on your arms. “I just need to bake them, can I ask for a hand? I don't know how your oven works.”
Upon hearing your request for assistance, a warm smile spread across Maria's face. “Sure, whatever you need.”
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"I know you’re out there.” Yelena, still concealing her presence, speaks out, her voice carrying a hint of challenge as she carefully closes the door behind her and pulled the gun behind her jeans.
Natasha, unfazed, responds calmly, she leaned back to her office chair, "I know you know I’m out here."
Yelena cautiously steps forward, her eyes scanning the room carefully. She picks her way through the room, avoiding any objects that might make noise or hinder her movement.
"So, are we going to talk like grown-ups?" Natasha said after a lack of response from her sister.
“Is that what we are?” Yelena shot back, finally revealing her sister who's sitting in her office chair, gun pointed in her direction.
The room is tense, their eyes locked in a deadly staring contest. Natasha stood from her chair and circled the desk, walking forward, her gun pointed directly at Yelena.
“Put it down before I make you.” Yelena said with a stern voice, she walked backwards when she saw Natasha slowly begin to advance. She kept her gun pointed precisely at her sister.
“You put yours down.” Natasha replied, keeping her gun trained on Yelena, her footsteps are measured and steady, her gaze still locked on the blonde.
As Yelena takes a step backward, she slightly stumbles. She falters momentarily but quickly regains her footing.
“Watch your step.”
Yelena responded with a smirk.
With each step, the distance closes between them, their body tense and ready for any sudden moves from each other.
In a quick, coordinated movement, both Natasha and Yelena switch their guns with each other, passing them between their hands while still maintaining their defensive stances.
The switch is swift and seamless, a testament to the skill and familiarity the sisters have with each other's movements. Both continue to watch each other intently, weapons now held in the other's hand. The air crackles with tension, neither of them willing to back down.
Natasha, in a split second, reaches out and touches Yelena’s gun and the unexpected touch is enough to send Yelena straight into attack mode. She quickly launches herself at Natasha, slamming her sister towards the wall.
Natasha winces, the impact on her back momentarily catching her off guard. But Natasha was quick to counterattack; she grabbed Yelena’s jacket, and pushed her harshly, she then yanked her towards the cabinets. In a single swift motion, Natasha slams her sister’s back against the table below, pinning her firmly by the jaw.
“Stay down, stay down!”
Despite being in a disadvantaged position, Yelena makes quick work of the situation. With her sharp and agile movements, she sneaks her hand behind her and grabs a stack of thick papers from the table. Before Natasha can react, Yelena brings the papers down hard against her sister's head.
The unexpected blow sends Natasha staggering back, her grip on Yelena momentarily loosening. Yelena uses this to her advantage and quickly stands from being pinned.
Natasha and Yelena continue eyeing each other, both of them are breathing heavily and are refusing to back down. The tension in the room is palpable. After a long moment, Natasha breaks the standoff and walks back to her desk, she winced as she touched her side slightly.
“How's mama?” Natasha asks in a detached tone as if they didn't just almost kill each other seconds ago.
Yelena can't hold back a smile. The mention of their mother seems to bring a bit of tenderness and excitement into Yelena's voice. She straightens her clothes after the fight, pausing to collect her thoughts before she speaks.
“She uhm,” Yelena started fidgeting, “Mama’s fine, she's okay and uhh…she misses you so much, like she always cooks your favorite when she misses you.”
Yelena's excitement was almost palpable as she shared this tidbit of information. On the other hand, Natasha's stoic expression gave away nothing of her emotions. She reached for a beer, uncapping it. The sound of the cap snapping off echoed in as her sister continued to ramble.
“And papa, he’s—”
“I only asked for mama did I?” Her response was crisp and biting, a clear indication that she had no interest in hearing about their father.
Yelena was visibly taken aback by Natasha's abruptness. She watched in silence as her sister finished the beer in one smooth gulp, setting the empty bottle down with a firm tap on the hardwood desk.
She huffed, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the room. Her voice was slightly mocking as she made a comment about Natasha's setup.
"Quite domesticated here," she began, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Got yourself a wife cooking downstairs, huh?"
Natasha's cold gaze flicked up to meet Yelena's, her expression hardening at the mention of you. She interrupted her sister sternly, knowing how this conversation would go.
"Enough."
But Yelena didn't relent, continuing to push her sister's buttons.
"All cutesy," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Bringing poison into this house."
Natasha's patience had reached its limit. Her eyes flashed and her jaw tightened. In a swift, fluid movement, she slammed the jagged pieces of the broken glass onto the table, the sound of it making a loud thud against the hard surface. Her voice was low and sharp as she shouted at her sister.
Yelena didn't expect the sudden move, and she flinched momentarily.
"I said, enough." She emphasized each word, her fingers digging into the desk, the fragments of which were now scattered across the desk and the floor.
“Get out, I have a meeting to go to.”
Yelena let out a huff, her neutral demeanor faltering. She started walking backwards, still facing her sister.
"I don't understand you," she said, shaking her head slightly. "All of this for a woman you just met weeks ago."
She began to make her way out of the room. As she reached the threshold, she turned back to look at her sister, her expression firm. In a quieter voice, she added, "Don't drag yourself into this."
And with that, Natasha was left alone in her office, shattered glasses, scattered papers everywhere. The silence was thick and heavy. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. She let out a sigh, running her hands through her hair, the stress of the situation starting to manifest physically. As the clock ticked by, counting down the minutes until her meeting, Natasha took a deep breath to steady herself.
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You had just finished plating the cookies, neatly arranging them on a tray. The thought of finding Natasha to give her the baked goods brought a small smile to your face. However, your thoughts were interrupted when you turned and saw Yelena leaning against the counter. Her sudden appearance made you jump slightly, the familiar feeling of uneasiness creeping over you.
Yelena chuckled seeing your reaction. She watched you intently, her expression amused. It was clear she enjoyed startling you and making you feel uncomfortable, as always
“Looking for Natasha?” She asked as if she could read your mind, you nodded not daring to look at her.
“I know where she is,” remembering that her sister just told her that she has some meeting to attend to. A smirk creeped into her face as she thought about you making some surprise visit to that meeting.
“2nd floor, last room at the left hall.”
You smile slightly at her and your eyes flickered as she told you where her sister is, the excitement evident in you.
“Thanks,” you said, slightly stuttering due to your eagerness to leave. “You can have some if you want.”
With the tray of cookies in your hands, you began slowly making your way past Yelena. A wave of disdain flooded over her. She hated how genuine you were, showing kindness even after she had been so tough on you. No matter how hard time she gave you, you still managed to make small genuine acts towards her and she hated it.
She hated you.
Yelena, despite her best efforts to stay aloof, found herself drawn to the freshly baked cookies sitting on the counter. The aroma was irresistible. Her pride told her not to take one, but her stomach says otherwise. In a swift motion, she picked one up and quickly stuffed it into her mouth, the sweet taste only adding to her inner conflict. It was so good that she hated you more.
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As you make your way down the hall towards where Natasha is, your heart thumps in your chest. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach, each step bringing you closer. As you approach the hall, you mentally rehearse what to say.
“This is for you,” you say aloud, testing the words out. Then, you jokingly chide yourself, “What? No greetings? That's so disrespectful of you Y/N.”
“I baked cookies for you,” you tried again with a sigh on how awkward you sound.
Caught up in your internal monologue, you continue to walk and rehearse your lines, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. The door suddenly opens under your touch, and you find yourself standing in the doorway of Natasha's office.
Shit. You stop short, your eyes swept across the room. Not only is Natasha present, but there are also four other men in there, all of whom look like hardened criminals. They were in the middle of a meeting, and your unexpected entrance caught everyone's attention. Silence filled the air as their gaze landed on you, and you felt completely out of place, standing in the doorway with the tray of cookies in your hands.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the room shifted. All the men in the room quickly stood up, their expressions neutral as they drew their weapons and aimed them directly at you as if they were trained to do it. The sound of multiple guns cocking filled your ears, and you instinctively froze, the tray of cookies trembling in your hands and your eyes started to get covered with tears. You thought this is it for you.
Natasha shoots up from her chair. “Fuck,” she muttered enough for everyone to hear, “Don’t you dare fucking shoot her! Out! Now!”
Your shoulders jump at the sharpness of the order, you know she has your protection in mind, though. You're on the verge of crying while apologizing for barging in on the meeting, but the men in attendance also jump to their feet, instantly bowing courteously to Natasha before hastily making their exit giving you a wide berth as they open the other door to her office and file out.
Natasha's eyes were locked onto you, concern etched across her face.
“Fuck…” a cursed escaped her lips. “Baby…” And without realizing it, a term of endearment slipped out this time. Natasha could see the shock on your face and the tremble in your hands holding the tray of cookies. She gently took the tray from you and set it down on the long table in the meeting room.
“Hey,” she called, holding your face.
Your words came out in a shaky breath, your voice quivering slightly. “I'm so sorry Natasha,” you said, the guilt and embarrassment evident. “I didn't mean to…” You tried to hold back the tears, but the sobs began to take over, your body shaking slightly.
You managed to get the words out between the sobs, explaining, “I just wanted to give you these cookies I made for you. And...and your sister...she told me you were here…” Your voice sounded like a small child complaining.
“Eta suka.” (That bitch) she whispered.
“I’m sorry, you weren't supposed to see that.” She said softly, bringing your head on her shoulder. You caught a whiff of her perfume as you nuzzled closer to her neck.
“You baked this for me?” she asked, caught off guard, your shy nod confirmed and a small smile curled on her lips.
“Why don't we get out and enjoy them?” You nodded again, this time with a genuine smile blossoming on your face.
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As you and Natasha walked side by side, she casually looped her arm around your waist, making you feel safe and secure. In her other hand, she held the tray of cookies.
Suddenly, you were startled to see a guard carrying a large gun standing in front of you. Surprised, you looked up at him, but Natasha quickly intervened, asking him to step aside.
She turned to you and explained apologetically, “Sorry, it's security.” You nodded, understanding the need for precautions in her line of work.
“Don't you have an ongoing meeting?”
Natasha simply shrugged and responded nonchalantly, "They can wait."
“I’m really sorry, you should've finished whatever you're discussing if I didn't barge in—”
As you began to apologize once again, Natasha quickly reassured you, cutting off your apology before you could finish. Holding your hand, she gently squeezed it to comfort you.
"Y/N, it's okay." She continued walking with you, leading the way towards the tranquil garden of the manor.
Your eyes widened in awe as you took in the breathtaking view of the lake in front of you. "Wow," you breathed out, captivated by the beauty of your surroundings.
Natasha gestured for you to take a seat beside her in the soft grass. She removed her leather jacket and laid it down on the ground, creating a soft surface for you to sit comfortably.
As she did so, you inadvertently caught a glimpse of her biceps flexing. To your surprise, you could see that her arms were adorned with intricate tattoos, the ink dancing across her skin. But there was also a long, slender scar running through one of the tattoos, partially concealed by the ink.
The sight of it caused your breath to hitch in your throat, your gaze lingering on her skin and her strong arms.
You quickly shifted your gaze, your mind raced as you hoped she hadn't noticed the way your eyes had lingered on her arms.
Looking away, you redirected your attention to the serene lake in front of you, the cool breeze gently ruffling your hair and bringing some relief to your flushed face.
The two of you sat down together, she put the tray of cookies in front of you and you on the other hand was still fascinated at the view of the lake, your mouth slightly opened. Natasha couldn't help but smile at you, she grabbed a cookie from the tray which caught your attention.
“So?” You asked, “How was it?”
“You should try your own cookie.” She said, winking at you and you did, you grabbed one and took a bite.
“It's heavenly,” she commented, you looked at her with your brows furrowed.
“Heavenly?” You laughed, “What are you a poet?” You said between giggles.
For a few moments, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you sat together in the garden. It wasn't an awkward silence per se, but rather a calm and peaceful atmosphere that surrounded you both.
Your eyes wandered idly, scanning the surroundings until they landed on a beautiful rose bush nearby. A sense of wonder filled you as you spotted a single red rose in full bloom. Excited, you pointed at it and exclaimed with a childlike enthusiasm.
"Look, a rose! Like the ones on your shoulder!”
As soon as the words left your lips, you immediately realized your faux pas and hastily apologized.
“I'm sorry,” you said remorsefully. “I think they're cool you know, your tattoos.”
Natasha looked at the roses, not providing an immediate response. Feeling even more embarrassed, you repeated your apology with a pout, feeling awkward.
Natasha chuckled at your adorable reaction and reassured you, “It's fine, Y/N.”
After a moment of silence, you found yourself rambling again. Curiosity tinged your voice as you mused aloud,
“So it's true, mob bosses…gangsters or whatever…they all have tattoos on their upper bodies, huh?”
Natasha hummed, “Yeah, I guess they do,”
A teasing smile tugged at your lips as you jokingly inquired, “You think I'd look good with tattoos too? Look, I have scars now too.” Natasha's eyes met yours, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips in response to your question.
Your heart skipped a beat as her laughter filled the air. The mere sound of her amusement sent a wave of warmth rushing through you, causing a flutter in your chest. It was a small victory, earning her laughter, but one that felt significant nonetheless.
“You silly girl,” she remarked as she took another cookie from the tray.
“It's an initiation rites,” she started, you shifted and sat properly beside her ready to listen to whatever she's going to say.
“I never wanted to have it, my mother told my father that it should stop with him.” She pauses, gathering her thoughts, before continuing, “The curse of our blood.”
That line just made your skin crawl.
“I saw how people looked at my father, all the scars in his body? I don't wanna be seen that way.” Her voice trembles slightly.
“I woke up,” she shifted slightly, “in a chair, I was tied up. I was 15 when I had it, my father slowly scarred my skin while I was begging him to stop. I was shouting for my mom but she never came.” She said it nonchalantly as she recounts the harrowing experience.
Your heart wrenched in your chest as you listened to her.
“From then I had to accept my fate.” A hint of bitterness tugged at the corners of Natasha's lips. “But that didn't mean I had to carry it on with me.”
Her eyes darted to the ground, studying the blades of grass that lay beneath her feet. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing.
“I managed our business for 4 years and left to start my own. I haven't seen my parents since, only Yelena.” She looked at you, placing her hands at her back so she could lean on them and she straightened her legs forward. “What about you?”
“Oh, me?” You asked, pointing at yourself using the cookie.
“Yes, silly.” She giggled at you.
“I don't wanna make it about me though, you’re sharing yours—”
“Please tell me, I wanna know.” She cut you off.
You fell silent for a moment, collecting your thoughts and steeling yourself recalling your past. You swallowed the last piece of cookie in your hand before you spoke.
“Well, let's start with the fact that I never got to see my parents,” you began casually. “My mom died giving birth...to me and my dad left my mom before I was even born. So I grew up with my grandparents, but when they passed away, I had to live by myself.”
As you continued, your hands instinctively sought comfort, and you started to hug your legs tightly.
“My aunt took my grandparents' house and decided to sell it,” you huffed, your voice laced with bitterness. “They gave me my part of it because my mom’s gone and yeah, of course, I get to have her share in that.
“I started working at 17 to pay for my school," you said, recounting your early attempts at earning money. "I did everything, I worked at a laundromat, waitress, hostess, janitress, mascot…”
“Mascot?” Natasha's curiosity piqued, as she immediately asked.
A soft laugh escaped your lips as you nodded and explained, “Yeah, there was this pizzeria that was having their opening and for a month I was half human and half pizza.”
“Wow…” Natasha laughed, “That’s funny…I mean no offense and respect to that because that's a difficult job.”
“Yeah, it is ‘coz they stink with all the sweat you know, ugh.” You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise that earned another laugh from the redhead.
“Do you know how mascots blink?” you asked, your chin lifted in with a grin on your face.
“Ooh interesting, how?”
"When I did it, there's actually this thing in the hands of the mascot that whenever you close the hands," you lifted your left hand and formed a balled fist, demonstrating the mechanism of the mascot, “the mascot also blinks.”
“Ooh, I thought—”
You quickly guessed her thought, laughing slightly, “That it blinks when the person inside blinks?”
“I know it sounds so stupid but yeah.” She admitted with a sheepish grin.
You both couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea, to the point that both of you had to lay back down almost dying in laughter.
When the both of you finally calm down, Natasha's question broke the silence, and her curious tone filled the air as she asked, facing you as both of you were laying down, “So you went to college?”
“I did.”
Natasha then continued her line of questioning, “What happened? Did you finish?”
“I did. I was late for 2 years. Decided to have a leap year so I can save money for college. I took theater arts and when I finished I moved to New York with all my savings, hoping to fulfill my dream, you know...every kid's dream, everybody's dream, Broadway. But things didn't go as planned. But…I still had planned my future and I did plan some options. We need some safety net y’know?”
“Planned some options?” Natasha asked, slightly curious at the thought.
“Yeah.” You nodded, you can actually feel the grass and the dirt mixing with your hairstrand.
“And the plan is?”
“My plan is…one, to get a degree, finish college and I already did that. And I have two options if my degree doesn't work out for me.” You paused, your tongue darting out to wet your lips before continuing.
“One, be a stripper or two, be someone's trophy wife. And that's how I landed on Valkyrie's, option one.” You finally turned to look at her but she was already staring at you, your eyes widened and immediately got up trying to cover up the blush creeping in your face.
Natasha slowly sat beside you, your heart skipped a beat. You felt her presence as she reached for your hand, gently pulling you to your feet.
"I gotta show you something."
You grabbed her leather jacket and left the empty tray of cookies. The two of you walked back towards the manor, passing by a couple of armed guards who stood watch.
Natasha led you towards the large hall, her grip on your hand firm and sure. As she opened the double doors, you were immediately struck by the empty room that greeted you.
The space was spacious, with mirrors lining the walls and a solitary pole placed in the center. The polished wooden floor shone under the dim lighting, creating a subtle and intimate atmosphere.
A shy smile played on Natasha's lips as she spoke, looking directly at you. Her voice was soft, almost sheepish as she confessed.
“I still remember that dream of yours being a ballerina. So I had this room made just for you.”
“Wow,” you breathed. “Natasha, this…” Your voice trailed off for a moment as you gathered your thoughts, your emotions overwhelming you.
“Thank you,” you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.
You don't need to be scared now.
No one will stop you.
No one will threaten you to know your place.
Because right now, at this moment, you do know your place.
You stepped forward and leaned towards Natasha, you gently planted a soft kiss on her cheek, your lips lingering for just a fraction of a second.
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pairings: mick schumacher x wordle!reader (fc: savannah delullo + pintrest)
summary: micks girlfriend always relates everything in her life to the three things she loves most; taylor swift, wordle and her boyfriend
authors note: this is probably one of the most niche things ive ever made but i absolutely love sav and her wordle content and i also love mick so why not put those together?? i dont even know how i thought of this but here it is😭
authors note 2: doesnt have all the pictures i wanted, but i needed this to be one part so i had to shorten it a bit. i ended up mainly using pintrest photos, but that was only because the sav photos i planned to use ended up being in posts i couldnt make due to the 30 picture limit. i actually think this is my favorite smau ive done so i hope you enjoy
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youre a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town🎞️
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user8: micks smile AHHHHH
user92: im so obsessed with this post
user902: he looks SO GOOD
user65: i cant bresthe omg
mickschumacher: my favourite photographer
yourusername: my favourite muse
user7: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
user51: no bcs you just dont understand
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✨i can still make the whole place shimmer✨
HOLY WHAT IS MY LIFE??? so much happened within the span of a night and im in shock. first, TAYLOR SWIFT?? next SWIFT WORDLE ANSWER?? ON THE DAY OF MY CONCERT?? then I GOT THE 22 HAT?? EXACTLY 10 YEARS AFTER THE LAST PICTURE TOOK PLACE?? also lets all appreciate how good both taylor and mick look!!!!
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user4: YOU GOT THE HAT? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU
user6: you deserve the hat so much!!
user67: what was your reaction to the wordle?
yourusername: i actually did it in the stadium while waiting for taylor, i started freaking out i was so happy😭
user13: love your outifts! did you make both of them?
yourusername: i made micks and he made mine☺️
yourfriend2: im glad you both had fun
yourusername: mwah 💋
mickschumacher: thank you for choosing me to go with you
yourusername: why wouldnt i take my favorite person to see my other favorite person??
mickschumacher: love you
yourusername: love you🩵
user5: the IT couple
user85: i love seeing mick getting involved with her interests :(
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we could let our friends crash in the living room
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user56: oh my god oh my god
user52: theyre literally living taylor swift lyrics
user75: i cant cope
user79: THEY HAD A SLEEPOVER?? WITH THEIR GRID FRIENDS??
user20: seb definitly spun the wheel in twister
user59: definitly had a drink with him aswell😭
lewishamilton: thanks for having us💜
yourusername: always welcome with us lewis🩵
mickschumacher: can i go where you go?
yourusername: can we always be this closee?
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and at every table, ill save you a seat, lover...
m, you mean more to me than i will ever be able to put into words. the love i feel for you is something so special it feels wrong to just say 'i love you', it doesnt do it justice. you are my entire being and nothing i say or do will even amount to the way you make me feel
3 years ago, forever felt scary, forever felt terrifying, but how can forever be enough now? how will i ever have enough time with you? how will i ever have enough time to love you?
i would say 'take me out and take me home' but no matter where you take me i will always be home if im with you🏠
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mickschumacher: my favorite person
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mickschumacher: my one and only
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mickschumacher: forever with you sounds perfect
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Snowflame (singing): Oh Harley!
Harley Quinn: Not this guy. Roy, stand back.
Roy (Arsenal): Can you not say my government name out here.
Harley: Yeah, yeah, stay behind me.
Roy: Why, what is going on?
Snowflame: HEY I'M BEHIND YOU!
Jason to Roy: Get ready for this.
The trio turns around, the shorter Harley using herself as a shield to protect a confused Roy. They spot Snowflame... The cocaine powered super villain.
Snowflame: I AM SNOWFLAME! COCAINE IS MY POWER! COCAINE GIVES ME LIFE, ENERGY, POWERS MY SOUL! SNOWFLAME!
Roy: Am I high or is there a guitar riff in the background?
Harley: We haven't figured out where it comes from.
Snowflame: Harley, Helmet man... Ginger man I've never met before, how dare you return to my jungle! I sell COCAINE to give others the euphoria that COCAINE provides! They can never be as powerful as I, but the world needs-
Harley, aggravated: Stop, stop, stop! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I get it! He gets it. You say this speech every time we have to deal with ya and turn off that guitar riff! I can't hear my thoughts!
Snowflame places his hands on his hips annoyed then snaps his fingers. The music stops.
Roy's eyes widen as he checks that the music actually stopped?
Roy: What?
Snowflame: You're no fun. Typical freaks like you who can't handle the true power that the life giver COCAINE provides!
Harley: Oh my God, Roy are you okay? Do you need to go a good distance. I know all the toxic talk is probably clouding your mind?
Roy, looking around confused: I'm fine.
Harley: You sure? I get if you need to be away from this walking drug dealer.
Roy, offended: OH FUCK YOU!
Snowflame: Have you deprived the follower of cocaine the sweet nectar as well? Red head join me and we will rule the world with the power of COCAINE!
Roy: I was never on cocaine! Harley you don't seriously think- Of course you do... of course you do!
Jason, rubbing his forehead: I'm getting a headache being around him again. Roy if you need another job he's hiring and pays in cocaine.
Harley: Hood! Stop it. Roy-
Roy: Stop calling me that! Is the name Arsenal that difficult to remember?! I was never on COKE, you jackasses!
Harley: Yeah but I know how those gateway drugs work. Snowflame, keep your distance from us we don't want your coke crack.
Roy: Those are different drugs.
Jason, trying not to laugh: You're not helping your case.
Roy walks a few feet away begrudgingly agreeing with his friend.
Snowflame: You may attempt to inflict pain on me, for I will not give up my magical powers that are provided by COCAINE! I feel no pain, freaks!
Roy: Is he ODing?
The guitar riff returns.
Roy: Seriously, how does he do that?
Snowflame: I don't know the meaning of that word for weaklings! I crave any excuse to burn brighter! I burn with thought, accelerated thought! Always moving. Always on! I never sleep!
Jason walks sits on the ground and rubs his eyes and laughs.
Jason: Okay... I can't every time... he's like an escaped mental patient.
Harley: J- Red Hood, you are insulting your boyfriend!
Roy: I'm not insulted... We're not dating! I'm embarrassed for this Snowflame nutjob and pissed off.
Harley, turning to Snowflame: See what you done? He's mad.
Snowflame: Hahahahaha! Weak! Another freak who can't handle the true flame to life! I will never give up my COCAINE! COCAINE is my God, I am its vessel and I am- am the human instrument of its will!
Guitar riff stops.
Harley checks her invisible watch.
Harley: You done?
Snowflame crosses his arms waiting a second then nods.
Harley: Goodie… can we have a moment to chat?
Snowflame: Yes, I will prepare over here! Precious COCAINE let's get started.
Snowflame sits down on the ground where a cutting board is with a large pile of white powder. He starts chopping it up and treating it as if he was eating a fancy meal.
Jason stands chuckling at the insane come addict. Harley walks to Roy and yanks him by his arm. Maintaining a safe distance from...the cocaine powered super villain.
Harley: We got about a minute, look at that man's smile. There's only one thing runnin' through that coke fiend's mind and it's snortin' coke. What’s your plan, Jason?
Roy: What if-
Harley: Nuh-uh, R- Arrow man? Nah that's not it... I forget your hero name. Red head, I can not sleep in good faith having you close to him. I don’t want you relapsin'. Sit this one out.
Harley turns Roy the other way, snaps her fingers like a parent and points the other direction. Jason chuckles.
Jason: I hate that she does have a point... But she has a point. I got a contact high punching him once, so yeah sit out.
Roy: But-
Harley: Nuh-uh. Over there.
Roy: Man. It wasn't even coke I was addicted to, it was heroin and I've been clean for years! Damn it!
Roy takes a few steps away and sits down annoyed.
Harley: Jason, plan?
Jason: Can I shoot him?
Harley: Yeah, but he’s strange. He can take a bullet so I’m not sure-
Jason shoots Snowflame five times as the man bounces around after doing his boogar sugar. Snowflame falls to the ground. Five seconds pass. Snowflame jumps to his feet.
Jason: I forgot he could do that… okay that was kind of awesome.
Snowflame: FOOLS! You think your measly human bullets can stop the COCAINE that flows through my blood! I am a TRUE GOD! Fueled by sweet co-
Roy, at his breaking point: Would you shut up!
Roy shoots Snowflame with an arrow. The guitar riff cuts off, but the former addict pays it no mind.
Roy: I didn't go through withdrawals, one relapse, custody battles and losing my father figure for some 80s villain rant!
He shoots another arrow and another, and another. Totaling to four. Snowflame topples backward. One arrow in his arm, one in his stomach, one punctuating his hip, and the last in his thigh. Snowflame remains hyped up but severely injured.
Snowflame, weakly: Snowflame ... Will tap out.
Jason claps as Roy seethes.
Roy, angry: Such an asshole. I hate guys like that. I’m going to the car!
Harley nods, appreciating Roy's resilience, at least that's what she thinks. Jason could spot how aggravated he was at a coke addict bragging about something Roy struggled with and dug himself out of that dark hole.
Harley: I'm proud of him. High-five?
Jason walks past Harley to get Snowflame.
Jason: You’re lucky Arsenal got pissed off.
Harley shrugs and high fives herself.
Harley: My years as a rehab counselor paid off.
Jason: You were a drug counselor too?
Harley: I was a psychiatrist, duh. Who did not sleep with her teachers.
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