#sibling sleepover time. task: survive

[shyaringan]

THEY ARE TRUELY SO IMPORTANT TO ME. THEY

[lawlerek]

Pillow fort

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Barton!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Laura Barton is pregnant with her third child, so you decide to help her with Lila and Cooper. Clint returns home with Natasha – your girlfriend. You and Nat want to have a sleepover in the pillow fort.

Warnings: None, I think?

A/N: Gif’s not mine.

It's a continuation of the being Clint’s younger sister and dating Natasha Romanoff headcanons.

Enjoy! ♥

Only weeks had separated Laura from giving birth. Throughout the whole pregnancy you admired her how well she managed in her delicate state with home and children, but finally came the moment when her belly became too large to move and function freely, let alone look after the two craving attention children. And as soon as she realized that, she stopped refusing your help, so you came back to your old room in house she shared with Clint.

As with the other two pregnancies, you took on most of the housekeeper's responsibilities, allowing your sister-in-law to take her well-deserved rest, but that didn’t bother you. You helped Laura clean up, cook, deal with Lila and Cooper, go shopping, and you accompany your sister-in-law during medical visits. Of course, when Clint was on missions, which, unfortunately, very often happened to him.

Sometimes you talked with Laura about your brother's work. You both wondered if it would be better for the family if Clint had given up the Avengers and retired. After all, none of you knew what Clint's mission would turn out to be his last. You didn’t want your beloved elder brother to leave behind not only you – the only family member who remained of him from childhood, but also a wife and (soon-to-be) three children. Apart from the fact that Clint rarely went home, so Lila and Cooper really barely knew him. Sometimes you hinted at your brother, but you left the real conversation to Laura. After all, she was the wife and housekeeper of this house and it was her burden that rested on her shoulders. She had the best chance to convince her husband to retire.

That day Laura felt worse than usual. She was sore and extremely tired, so early in the morning when you discovered her condition, you ordered her to lie in bed and rest. You wisely contacted the doctor and you took care of her the best you could: you took care of her comfort, brought her meals and water, but you also had to reconcile with Lila and Cooper, so you left in Laura's bedroom an electric nanny in case she needs your help with anything.

After lunch Laura fell asleep, you cleaned up the house and supervised the children who were doing their homework, sometimes helping them when they couldn’t cope with something. But as soon as you all finished, Lila and Cooper wanted to have fun outside. You didn’t want to let them go alone and you couldn’t go with them, so that the electronic nanny wouldn’t lose the range. On the other hand, having fun at home could wake up Laura, and you didn’t want that either.

It was not until you started to stare at Cooper wrapped with the blanket while the boy pulled you by the sleeve of your sweater and said something you no longer heard in your thoughts. But it gave you an idea of ​​how you could spend the rest of the day.

You grinned and kneeled on one knee, grabbing Cooper's hand. You invited Lila to came closer.

”I have an idea” you said. ”From now we're a secret agents in a foreign country...”

”Are we Avengers?” Cooper asked cheerfully.

You nodded.

”We can be, if you want.”

”So are we on a mission? Like dad?” Lila picked up enthusiastically.

”Yes. Unfortunately, something went wrong,” you continued. ”We have been left alone and we must survive in a wild…”

”Africa!" said Lila.

”Canada!” Cooper shouted at the same moment.

You laughed.

”And why in Canada?” you asked still laughing. Cooper just shrugged and you shook your head. ”Maybe on an island inhabited by...”

”UFO!” Cooper interjected again.

You looked at Lila questioningly and when she agreed to the aliens, you went back to explaining your plan.

”We must get food and find shelter. And also come up with a way to get back home. But in a way that no strangers catch us. Got it?”

The kids nodded eagerly, so you separated the tasks. As Lila was the older, you sent her to check if the „alien” (in fact Laura) was still asleep. Then you delegated the siblings to get all the blankets and pillows they can find, of course not disturbing the alien. You, however, took on the mission of finding food.

When Lila and Cooper returned, the three of you built a fort from pillows and blankets. You had flashlights and colored battery lights that Lila took from her room. You drank water and sometimes juice (when one of you took part in a heroic expedition and stole this sweet drink from hands of the giants). You really didn’t know when your game was no longer about hiding from aliens. After some time, it turned into an attempt to save the princess from the hands of a bloodthirsty dragon (when Laura woke up in the evening already in better shape, but still very tired), then in an epic battle with the forces of darkness and many more.

At ten in the evening you checked your sister-in-law, took an empty plate and brought her a pot of fresh water. It was only then that you realized how late it was, so you came back to the children. You wanted to slowly end the game so that you all could clean up and lie down, but you knew that neither Lila nor Cooper would respond positively.

"I found the Source of Eternal Youth," you said in a whisper, as if you didn’t want someone to hear you. "Unfortunately, there is a condition to be able to use it. Brave heroes must first bathe in it and then undergo a sleep trial.”

"A sleep trial? And what is that? " Cooper asked, puzzled, sitting closer to you. He also didn’t dare to speak out loud.

"The Source must know that you are worthy, so it will sends you a dream. Then you will have to pass the test. Unfortunately, no one knows what it is. Everyone undergoes a different sleep trial. "

Lila cocked her head.

"I don’t want to pass it, auntie," she said in a slightly moody voice. "I would like to stay here a little longer.”

You smiled at the girl and stroked her head. You were about to explain that she should take the opportunity, because the Source is only available during the full moon (outside the moon took the shape of a barely visible crescent, but you didn’t want to say anything) when you heard the familiar whirr of propellers. You exchanged a surprised look with children while you listened for a long while.

"Auntie!” Lila shouted happily. "This is support! They will take us from this island!"

"Or is it an enemy that wants to kidnap us,” Cooper said in a serious voice.

"We have to check that!” You said.

You took your weapon (toy bow, a pair of foam swords, a plastic police stick and a gun), then quietly left your hiding place and headed towards the window. The light of the helicopter shone brightly, whose loud hum was still spreading around the area. You saw two dark silhouettes that leaned toward the house and your heart beat faster with joy and excitement. The helicopter re-launched itself into the air again.

When you heard footsteps on the porch, you all hid behind the couch and chairs to have a view of the front door and the people who were going through it. The house was dark, because the decorative Lila’s lamps didn’t give much light.

"I asked him not to come so close.” You heard your brother's voice. "He probably woke everyone up.”

"At least we're gonna have a funny greeting," Natasha said cheerfully. At the sound of her voice you smiled broadly. You wanted to give up your position and be in your girlfriend's arms as soon as possible. You had last seen her a month ago when the world was going to be destroyed and she had to stop it together with the rest of the Avengers.

Clint snorted. You heard him pick up the key hidden under the flowerpot. You and the children didn’t move until the door opened and two dark figures entered. At one moment, the sucker shots fired at the intruders and then you, Lila and Cooper jumped out with the battle cries and began to wrap the visitors with foam swords.

"I give up! Give up!” Clint exclaimed, startled as the two children hung on his neck.

However, you didn’t pay attention to the welcome of your brother with his children, because you were busy checking to see if Natasha would be Natasha, not the bloodthirsty alien.

"As I said: a funny greeting,” redhead summed up, knocking a gladiolus from you and pulling you to her.

You laughed, hugging the woman and then you put a quick kiss on her lips, even though you wanted more. Much more than she could offer you at this moment.

Then Clint turned on the light and to your ears came his astonished voice:

"And what is that, in the name of all saints?”

Somehow your brother managed to get his kids to bathe and then to bed. At the time, you stayed down to clean up the mess you, Lila and Cooper had done and Nat offered you her help. You were good girls when you gathered scattered toys and leftovers, even though you both wanted to get into your arms with the second you were left alone in the living room. Your whole body was demanding her attention, you were thirsty for her voice (despide the fact that you talked on the phone as often as you could – it was still not enough), her mouth and touch. You wanted to inhale her scent and cuddle in her soft body.

That's why you wanted to clean up as soon as possible – to be able to go upstairs to your room that you shared with Nat.

"That's funny," Natasha said. You got up from your knees with a bowl of pretzels in your hands and looked at your girlfriend.

"What?”

Redhead nodded at the fort. She was about to take off the blankets slung over the strings, but she stopped, stroking the cover with dreamy eyes.

"This. Your hideout. I've never had fun like that,” she said coldly and your heart squeezed with grief.

Natasha was a very secretive person. She didn’t like telling about her past, but when she did, it was in a very cold and calculated way, almost impersonal, as if the events she described didn’t concern her. That's why you rarely thought about her childhood. You couldn’t imagine that things that you possessed and seemed normal to you (and yet your childhood didn’t belong to particularly successful ones), they were never like to Nat. It broke your heart.

You glanced at the fort and the words left your lips faster than you could think about them:

"Do you want to sleep here today? It will be fun," you added, trying to be cheerful.

"Don’t you think we're too old for such things, Miss Barton?” Natasha asked, amused.

You hit the woman lightly with your hip.

"I don’t know about you, but I still feel a child inside, Miss Romanoff.”

Natasha gave you a smile so warm it could melt the iceberg.

"I think me too," she replied, smacking you on the cheek.

When Clint went down to the living room to help you clean up, he had little to talk about the fort. He was really grateful he didn’t have to help, so he only thanked you for looking after the children and Laura, wished you two good night and went back upstairs to lie down beside his wife. You and Natasha cleaned up all the toys and crumbs and then you settled comfortably on a pile of blankets.

Redhead turned off the flashlight, but left the colored lights on, which Lila brought. She turned to you and put a hand on your hip. You felt shivers when the woman slipped her fingers under your blouse and began to sketch circles on your skin.

"Are you tired?” you asked, seeing the bags under her eyes. You touched her face and then Nat smiled and kissed your hand.

"It was worse," she answered with a mysterious smirk on her lips. "And I still have plans for this night.”

"Oh?”

Natasha made a humming sound as she came a little closer and her lips touched your forehead. The woman's fingers stopped drawing circles on your hip and instead Natasha slowly put her hand in your pants. You approached your girlfriend and clutched her forearm while Natasha worked magic with her fingers.

"I really missed you," she whispered in your ear.

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Too Good To Be Wrong - Part 3

Summary: No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t resist Park Chanyeol, even if you knew it would test everything that you thought family stood for.

Genre: childhood friends & “siblings” to lovers au / forbidden romance / older woman - younger man au

Characters: Park Chanyeol x female reader

A/N: This is a series about falling in love with your “brother” Chanyeol - your family took him in when you were younger. It will contain mature content in later parts, but for the majority of the story it’s about reconnecting as adults and discovering feelings for each other.

I am expecting Too Good to be Wrong to be around 10 parts long, but this could change depending on how the story progresses in further parts.

Too Good To Be Wrong will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

If things hadn’t felt awkward that night, they definitely were in the morning. Not that you really allowed yourself to be around Chanyeol. You hadn’t slept much overnight but one thing was certain, you weren’t going to push the snooze button like you had been on your alarm lately. And when it went off precisely on time, you sat up, blearily pulling yourself up from what had barely amounted to any rest and began getting ready for work. You skipped having a shower, you focused on your makeup too much and then pinned up your hair. Knowing that if you left now you could stop off for a coffee and bagel for breakfast at the café next to your work, you picked up your bag and stepped out of your room.

Chanyeol had just exited his own and blinked a couple of times at your made up appearance, looking far too alert for someone who usually struggled in the morning. “You’re ready early. Just give me ten and–”

“Uh, I have an early meeting; I’ll just take the subway.”

“Oh.” He nodded slowly, his eyes now avoiding yours. “Well, have a nice day.”

“You too.” You sounded too chipper and fled to the door, groaning internally as you stumbled to get into your heels. Your feet were bound to hurt after this shift, but you didn’t care long enough to grab a pair of sneakers, just wanting to escape before things got awkward.

Or, more than it already was.

You internalised your problem all morning, barely eating or concentrating on your tasks. And then your mood changed to overdoing it on everything and snacking constantly on chocolate. You had decided to avoid it until it all went away and you and Chanyeol could look back on these times when much older and laugh.

Right now though you felt ridiculous.

You hoped he would find an apartment of his own. And when you arrived home that evening, Chanyeol was doing just that, searching online at the small table, greeting you with a strained smile. You had been hoping for this all day and for a moment your face broke out happily, he had done well to understand your feelings. And then you sighed, wondering why it felt so wrong to be this happy. You went over to the refrigerator and looked in to see what you could make for dinner.

“Don’t your feet hurt?” he asked and you glanced at down at your slippers, thankful they covered your painful toes. You had to run for the subway on the way home and your feet were still protesting about it. “Maybe we could order in?”

“If I keep eating takeaways, I’ll get too fat.”

“You’re not fat at all,” he assured and for a moment you smiled, feeling at ease with Chanyeol’s words. Then you met his gaze and snapped your focus away immediately.

It was still uncomfortable.

Pulling out some side dishes and chicken, you mindlessly started cooking for you both. It was mostly silent, Chanyeol humming or muttering under his breath at the apartments he was still perusing. And when you placed a plate in front of him, he thanked you but didn’t put the computer away. For some reason, it irked you to sit down with him so distracted from having a proper conversation with you.

“My boss needs me to start coming in to work earlier from now on, so I’ll just take the subway,” you said after five minutes of waiting to see if he’d close the laptop lid and join you for the meal.

“Okay.”

“Thank you for taking me so far,” you continued and he nodded lightly. You were stupidly hurt by his lack of conversation and glared at him for a moment before stabbing at your meal with more force than necessary.

After dinner, Chanyeol went to wash the dishes and you stood beside him, drying the utensils as he placed them down.

“I might have found a place,” he told you and you paused in picking up a bowl, glancing up at him to gauge his expression. Chanyeol didn’t look at you; instead he kept his eyes on the soapy water. “I’ll go take a look this weekend at it.”

“That’s good.”

“Mm, if it’s nice enough, I’ll move in then too.”

You didn’t know what to say back and just carried on drying the bowl in your hand slowly.

“But if you need anything, like a light bulb changed or something that your adult friends can’t do-”

“I’ll be fine; I survived here by myself all this time.”

“Of course you did,” he agreed, and then all of a sudden the lights went out.

There was screaming and a shattering sound as the room plunged into darkness. And then it was eerily silent.

“Chanyeol, you’re still there right?” you asked tentatively and then squealed when his hand brushed against your arm.

“I’m right here. They said it was going to storm tonight but I didn’t hear anything so why did the power go out?”

You trembled, you hated storms. As if he remembered, Chanyeol instinctively shifted closer and then let out a whine. “Are you okay?”

“The bowl,” he muttered in pain, and you looked down to see what you had been holding was now in parts on the floor. You went to reach down to pick up the shards you could just see now that your eyes had adjusted to the lack of lighting but Chanyeol’s hand gripped at your upper arm. You glanced up into his face. “Don’t, you’ll hurt yourself too.”

“Let me find my phone,” you murmured and turned slowly to the island counter that sectioned off your kitchen from the rest of the living area. Rounding it, you moved to the table and felt for your phone. Once it was in your hand you quickly turned on the torch feature, spinning it around and blinding Chanyeol with the light. You cringed. “Sorry.”

“Just light up the ground so I don’t step in any more. This will teach me for not wearing slippers tonight.”

Doing as he instructed, you assisted Chanyeol getting away from the mess in the kitchen and onto the chair at the table. Gesturing for him to lift his foot up, you held your phone close to inspect the small wound and then patted his leg gently. “I’ll just go get the first aid kit.”

After making your way into the bathroom, you returned with the kit in hand, right as a loud rumble came from above. You shrieked at the sound and fell onto Chanyeol’s lap, his own yelp now being deflated by your sudden weight. Of course, it would storm after all.

“At least we know what took out the power,” he mumbled as you jumped back up, cursing your weakness during storms. You knew he frightened easily as well, but for some reason, he looked more composed than you felt. Perhaps, because he knew just how bad you could get. Prying the phone out of your hand, Chanyeol held the light out over his foot and this gave you enough direction to start treating the wound. It wasn’t deep thankfully, but it was a little longer than it initially looked. You sterilised it with an alcohol wipe and then began bandaging it up, flinching with every boom now happening in the angry skies outside. Chanyeol’s soothing encouragement helped you get through bandaging his foot up, his voice deeper now in the otherwise silent room when the thunder wasn’t rumbling.

Once you were done, you looked into the kitchen but Chanyeol shook his head, the action catching in your peripheral. “We’ll clean up tomorrow, how about we turn off everything in case the storm gets too bad and then go to bed?”

“Good idea.”

After making sure everything was switched off, you said goodnight and went into your bedroom. The storm was still brewing outside and whilst you had gotten used to the grumbling of the clouds, you couldn’t take the flashes of lightning illuminating your room. Burying under your blankets in hopes it would soon stop, you shook with the anxiety from the storm, letting out little cries when the rumbles started turning into loud crashes.

The night sky sounded angry, warning all those below of trouble looming.

After another bang, you shrieked, vaguely hearing your door open and then felt arms encasing you. “Noona, it’s okay, I’m here.”

You gripped onto Chanyeol through the blankets, soon shifting them away so you could breathe from how entrapped you felt. His arms moved in to hold you again and you buried into him instead, clamping your eyes shut as more lightning brightened the room.

After some time, the storm moved into heavy rain pounding down on the roof loudly. You eased your grip on Chanyeol, though his arms didn’t shift as quickly as yours did. Lifting your head up, you wiped away your tears and turned away from him. “Sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean to, I mean your shirt is all wet now,” you mumbled and Chanyeol chuckled.

“You always used to come running into my room and hide under the blankets with me when we were kids. Don’t you remember?”

You smiled weakly, looking back over at him and nodded. “I scolded you for being frightened easily at everything but insisted the one thing you couldn’t be scared of was thunderstorms.”

“Because you needed me.” It was the right answer, but in this atmosphere it seemed to hold a lot more meaning than a juvenile promise made when you were younger. Chanyeol was staring at you and despite the lack of lighting, you felt yourself falling hostage in his gaze. He heaved a deep breath. “You need me, right?”

“I’m a big girl now, Chan.”

He scrutinised you silently and you turned to look away, his hand soon drawing your face back to his. He was too close and you were both too old for sleepovers after storms now. Swallowing roughly, you averted your gaze to his chest, watching it rise and fall under his sleeveless top.

“Y/N.” You couldn’t help but look up at the way he said your name, and for a moment he looked scared. His eyes were wide with whatever he was processing inside his head and you chewed at your lip anxiously. The action drew his attention to your lips and he heaved another breath. “Remember when you were fifteen?”

You nodded softly, that was the year he had been the hardest to deal with. It was also when his parents died.

“You had your first boyfriend then,” he told you and you blinked, wondering how he remembered that. Chanyeol seemed unsteady in his breathing and his hand on your jawline shook. “I was ten years old and so mad at you.”

“Because I was dating and you weren’t? Wasn’t that the age you should have been scared of catching cooties or something?”

“I would have taken all your cooties,” he admitted and your eyes widened. “I was mad that you weren’t dating me.”

“You were ten!”

“You were all I saw,” he continued and you froze in his arms, Chanyeol’s eyes no longer staring at you. He looked over your shoulder, your hard gaze making him feel weak within his odd confession. “And then we became family-”

“Don’t.”

Chanyeol sighed heavily. “Can’t you let me tell you?”

“I’m scared where these thoughts are going,” you admitted and he nodded.

“They scared me for years.”

“Chan, we’re family.”

“I didn’t want to be family like that with you,” he told you, and you pushed him off, shaking your head rapidly. “I wanted you to need me. Like this.”

“You’re just soothing me from a storm, don’t get it mixed up.”

“So you don’t need me then?” he asked and you glanced back at him, noting the vulnerable state of his expression. He was watching you carefully and slowly he moved in closer. It made your breathing hitch in your throat. “Do you need me or not?”

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Part 4

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