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joequinnisgod · 2 years

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Birthday boy (Requested)

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x reader

Request: Well i had one in mind where the reader and joe are together since st4 and its his bday (pretend it is) and the reader surpises him with going disco bowling cause he wanted to do thag and with jamie and his gf and natalia, charlie, joe and his gf and after that they go to dinner and at home the reader suprises him wirh a bday trip (you can decide where) and you can also decide to end it with smut or cuteness :)

Warnings: smutsmutsmut [sex (protected), oral (m receiving)], established relationship, fluff also I guess

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: I owe you guys my biggest apology (especially to the dear Requester, thank you for being so understanding!!), these couple of weeks have been pretty chaotic (getting settled in a new environment/city + uni started and I’m more confused than ever sometimes). Also, I didn’t really have motivation to write either and I was pretty close to being burned out :( The only things that kept me alive these past weeks were the new Joseph content and Beyoncé's Renaissance. However, thank you for the patience, it’s finally here, enjoy! :)

You walked slowly towards the bedroom as you tried your best to balance the tray in your hands, that had pancakes and waffles on it with a glass of orange juice. When walking into the room you saw Joseph laying on his stomach, his face squished into the pillow, facing the window. The blanket was resting on his lower back, leaving his back exposed, his soft snores and the sound of rain from outside breaking the silence.

You put the tray on the nightstand as you sat on the edge of the bed beside him. Your hands started caressing his back gently, while leaving kisses where your fingers just had traced his warm skin. A few moments later a shy smile spread across his face as he softly groaned at the feeling of your affectionate stroking and kisses.

"Good morning, birthday boy. Breakfast's ready."

He slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room. As he shifted to lay on his back, his hand found yours and pulled you down on the other side of him, making him hover over you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck while his lips started tracing your skin and pressing kisses all over it, making you giggle. Laughter and Joseph's playful groans bounced off the walls with the sound of morning traffic coming through the window you had opened earlier.

"I love you." His deep morning voice was heard as he put his hand on your cheek and pressed a kiss on your lips finally.

"Your breakfast's gonna be cold." You broke the kiss. He stopped and let his gaze take you in from your head to your toes.

"Nah, you're still pretty hot." You smacked his arm playfully with an eye roll as he started smirking. After pressing one last kiss on your lips, he sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard. "What do we have here?"

He took the tray from the bedside table and placed it on his lap.

"I made pancakes and waffles. I couldn't decide which one you'd be in the mood for, so I made both." You said while getting out of the bed to close the window.

"You're the best." He watched every move of yours as you climbed back into bed, sitting next to him.

"What are your plans for today?"

"I have an interview today, but I think I'll be back by three. This is delicious, love." He leaned over to press a peck on your cheek.

"Well, make sure to be ready by 5. I have a surprise for you."

"Are you taking me somewhere fancy? Should I put on a cute dress?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Sure, baby, anything that makes you happy." Your laugh echoed across the room. He held up the fork to your mouth, offering a bite of waffles.

"Do I get any hints?"

"No. Just put on something casual." You kissed his forehead before getting out of bed again, walking to the closet to put on clothes.

"Where are you going?" He pouted.

"I have to get some things done, too."

"And you're leaving already?"

"No, I still have to get ready, but I should leave in like an hour."

"We still have some time then." He said, putting the tray aside, getting out of bed and approaching you.

"Time for what?" You turned to face him.

"For some dessert."

Joseph reached out for your hand and pulled you to his bare chest. Your lips connected in a sweet, loving kiss as his hands wandered down your back and came to a stop when reaching your butt. Your hands went to his back, stroking it and softly caressing his skin with your nails. The kiss started to deepen as his tongue began battling with yours, his palms gripping your butt more firmly. A soft moan left your lips as you felt his hands against the back of your thighs, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started walking towards the bed, sitting on the mattress with you on his lap. He leaned back to lay on the bed, but a groan left his lips as the buzzing of his phone interrupted the moment.

"Who is it?"

You crawled further up to reach for his phone, but he stopped you by pulling your hips back down, making you gasp; your core was now lined up with his face.

"Joseph!" He kissed your clothed core before lifting your hips back up and slapping your butt. You climbed off of him and took the phone in your hand to look at the screen. "It's your mum."

He reached his hand so you could give him his phone. "Thanks, love. We're not finished, though." He pressed a quick peck on you lips and turned to his phone.

"Can I take it off now?"

You untied the scarf you used to blindfold him. His eyes widened in excitement as he saw the bowling alleys lit up by the colourful lights and jumped when he heard voices shout 'Surprise!' from behind his back. The smile just widened on his face as he saw Jamie, Jess, Natalia, Charlie, Joe and Maika. The music started playing from the speakers as everyone gave Joseph a hug and the gifts they had bought.

"Oh Lord, where do I put these?"

"I'll take care of it." You walked up to him and took the gift bags from his hands. "Happy birthday, baby." You whispered against his lips before giving him a kiss.

"Thank you, love."

Soon, the sound of the bowling balls hitting the bowling pins echoed across the building with the music playing in the background.

When 'Head Over Heels' started playing, Joseph took your hand and twirled you, then pulled you close to him.

"Thank you for doing all of this for me." He smiled at you before leaning in for a deep kiss.

"Joseph, it's your turn!" Said Jamie while looking for him with his eyes. "Jesus, get a room!"

"We will, don't worry." Joseph laughed while looking at you, pressing a quick peck on your cheek.

After two hours of bowling, laughter and a few strikes for Joseph, Jamie, Natalia, Charlie and you, it was the last round before you would leave for dinner. Joseph grabbed the bowling ball and after getting into position and swinging his arm a few times, he threw it. Everyone's attention was focused on the ball rolling down the lane. It hit the bowling pins in the middle; he got a strike which made him the winner.

"Aaaay!" He jumped in excitement with a huge smile on his face.

"You're only lucky 'cause it's your birthday." Jamie teased him.

"You wish." Joseph said as he walked to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Congratulations, baby." You smiled and put your hands on his cheeks to pull him down a little, so you could kiss him.

"Where to now?"

"To your favourite restaurant."

"You're the best." He pressed a small peck on your cheek.

As the waiter was approaching the table with the cake after everyone ate their main dishes, everybody started singing to Joseph, which made him blush like mad.

"Happy birthday to the most beautiful man I've ever met." You put your hand on his cheek and pressed a kiss on his other one.

"Happy birthday!" The others said unison as everyone raised their glasses filled with champagne to clink them together.

"Thank you." He smiled, getting a little shy at the sudden attention.

"Are you ready for your present?" You walked into the bedroom with your hands behind your back, finding Joseph by the bed, putting his phone on the charger.

"I've been reading for it since this morning, darling." He walked over to you with a smirk on his face.

"Do you really think that's all you're getting?"

"It's more than enough for me."

"Close your eyes and give me your hands."

When he did as you told, you placed two plane tickets in his palms. He opened his eyes to examine his gift.

"We're going to Santorini next week?" He looked up to you with rounded, shining eyes.

"Happy birthday." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his tongue against your bottom lip begging for entrance. His hands started wandering all over your upper body as your tongues intertwined in a heated kiss. He broke the kiss when he ran out of breath and started pressing kisses all over your face.

"I'm the luckiest man."

His lips started travelling down your neck and you felt his hands sliding further down your back.

"Tonight is about you, birthday boy." You said as you gently pushed him away from you and brought your hands down his clothed chest. Your fingers started toying with the buttons of his shirt as your lips found his neck. He threw his head back a little, a sigh escaping his throat , his hands forming a tightening grip on your butt. Your lips followed the pattern of your fingers undoing the buttons, sinking further and further down in front of him. Your hands began caressing his softly defined muscles under his – now open – shirt.

As your hands found his belt you looked up at him, only to find his eyes already staring at you.

"You're so pretty when you're on your knees for me, darling."

The compliment made butterflies erupt in your stomach, as you pressed an open-mouthed kiss on his lower stomach with a smile on your face. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and threw it on the bed while you undid the button on his pants. You slid his pants down and he stepped out of them before kicking them aside. You were faced with the growing bulge in his boxers, the outline of it pretty visible. You began palming it to tease him, a soft moan earned from him. Your hands went to the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down way too slowly for his liking. His cock sprung free, hitting his stomach as you heard him release a low moan of relief. You wrapped your fingers around him and licked his shaft from the bottom to his sensitive tip, pumping him a few times. His hand found its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair. You softly wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck it gently,

"Please stop teasing, baby."

You looked up at Joseph, only to find his head thrown back, his adam's apple moving as he swallowed thickly. You slowly lowered your head on his cock and started to gently bob your head up and down. One of your hands pumped the bottom of his length that you couldn't fit in your mouth, the other hand resting on his thigh, delicately caressed his skin with your nails.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that." He rasped out.

His words only encouraged you to fasten your pace and lift your hand from his thigh, bringing it to play with his balls. Your actions first made him gasp quietly, then they made his moans louder and his breaths deeper, his chest starting to heave as he panted.

When the feeling of your warm and wet mouth started becoming overwhelming for him, he placed his hands on your cheeks, stopping the rhythmic movement of your head.

"Fuck..you need to give me a break, doll. I don't wanna cum already." Seeing how close he was to being gone, made you softly – and carefully – squeeze his balls in your hands to tease him. He shut his eyes, inhaling sharply at the unexpected feeling and stepped back from you a little. "Seriously." He laughed.

He reached his hands to help you up from your knees and sat on the mattress, his breathing and heartbeat coming to its natural pace again. His hands grasped the back of your thighs, bringing you close to him to stand between his legs. He began untucking the shirt from your jeans lazily and then he moved onto the button of your pants. You took of your shirt, throwing it on top of his. He tugged your jeans down and you stepped out of them. His eyes started tracing your body, taking in the view of the matching lingerie you bought last week.

"You like it?"

"I love it...I want it gone tho." Joseph slid his hands up until they met the fabric of your bra. He unclasped it and slid it down your arms, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled you even closer to him and buried his face in your chest. His gesture made you laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned back on the bed with arms around your waist still, pulling you down with him. He took your face in his hands, bringing your lips closer to his.

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman." He whispered against your lips, capturing them in a sensual, passionate kiss. He lifted his head when you sat up and climbed off of his lap and hooked your fingers in your panties. While keeping the eye contact, you slowly pushed your underwear down, his eyes following the movement of your hands. You sat in his lap again and reached behind towards the nightstand when you decided it was enough of the teasing. You took a condom from the top drawer, opened the packaging and rolled the condom down his shaft. While climbing a tad further up, you pumped him a few times before raising your hips and lining up his tip with your core. You sunk down on him slowly, both of you gasping at the sensation. You let yourself adjust to his size while leaning down to him and connecting your lips in a wet kiss. The sound of somewhat sloppy kisses, low groans from him and soft, needy whimpers from you bounced off the walls all over the room. You started moving your hips at an agonisingly slow pace. His hands found your thighs, gripping them harder to encourage you to move faster.

"Oh, fuck." You broke the kiss gasping at the feeling of him lifting his hips to meet yours halfway. He repeated his movement a few more times, creating a steady rhythm. You sat up so you could move easier, putting your hands on Joseph's chest for support. The new angle made him hit your g-spot over and over again, making your eyes roll back and clench around him, which only made his moans more sinful. His hand slid to your butt, grabbing it a little tighter as he watched your breasts bounce with each move of yours. His hands suddenly held you down, completely stopping you from moving. Both of you were panting, the only thing that was breaking the silence that settled in the room after the moans died down. You looked at him, searching for his eyes but they were closed.

"On you knees and hands, love." He said as he opened his eyes after a few moments. "Face that way." He pointed towards the mirror on the other side of the room.

You slid off of him with a soft whimper and did as he told. You feld the bed dip behind you, him getting on his knees. He placed his hand on you waist, the other one wrapped around his cock. You felt his tip teasing your folds and entrance.

"You ready, baby?" He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. As a response you pushed back, his tip slightly entering you, making you moan in unison. "Someone's impatient, I see."

"Joseph, please."

"Please what? You want me to fuck you senseless? So hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow?"

"Yes, please."

"Hm?" He moved his hand to your breast, massaging it.

"Please, baby, I'm begging you." You said with a whiny tone.

You felt him enter you slowly, making sure to give you a few seconds to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out before burying himself deep inside your walls with a hard thrust. Moans, groans and pathetic whines filled the air again, with the sound of his balls smacking against your cunt.

"You take me so well, doll. Can't wait to do this in Santorini on the windowsill in the hotel room. Right in front of a beautiful view. What do you say?"

He put his hand under your chin, lifting it so you can look in the mirror. The reflection turned you on even more; Joseph on his knees behind you, his chest to your back as his hand was making its way to your cunt. His fingers found your clit, circling it slowly to tease you. Your eyes found his through the mirror as he stared into your soul, the eye contact only intensifying the feeling. He could easily get off on hearing your desperate whines.

"Your hand..faster." You could only whisper from the overwhelming feeling of him stretching your walls, his hands all over your body, his chest right on your back. He filled all your senses.

"What was that?"

"Please, Joseph."

You felt his lips on your shoulder and on your neck as they wandered across your skin, while he did as you asked. His hand from your breast came to your lower stomach, stroking the area, gently pushing down a little.

"Fuck, I can feel myself through your lower stomach." He moaned in your ears.

"I should be the..the one making you feel...like this." You managed to get out the words, brain beginning to get cloudy.

"But baby, hearing you make such sinful noises, knowing I'm the only one making you feel like this...nothing can compare. Fuck, I'm close."

"I'm close too."

"C'mon darling, it's okay. You can let go now."

You fell apart in his arms as a loud moan and his name fell from your lips repeatedly, thankful he had his arm around you, knowing your arms would have definitely failed you. The way you squeezed him brought him over the edge as well, stilling his movements, releasing with a deep moan. He thrusted a few more times before slowly pulling out.

You slid under the blanket and laid down on your back. After throwing the used condom in the bin, Joseph laid beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

"We get better each time, I swear to god." A tired giggle left your lips.

"We absolutely do, love." He pressed a kiss to your forehead with a soft laugh.

"So...did you really mean what you said? About Santorini?"

"Of course I did. Why?"

"Nothing, I just can't wait." You said as your lips met his neck. "Round two?"

"Give me a few minutes, love." He chuckled.

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desperrados · 1 year

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spaceless-vacuum · 2 years

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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Hetalia

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Belarus (Natalia) x reader, Yandere!Russia (Ivan) x reader, Yandere!Ukraine (Irunya) x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 1,976

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Have you ever thought about these three sharing a darling? I have, and if you lower their yandere tendencies a bit I think it works. Mostly you just have to make Ivan less clingy and Belarus less clingy and it works out.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ as always this is about yanderes so talk of an unhealthy relationship, murder, kidnapping, death, and other dark topics.

How do they give affection?

All of them are clingy. I know that all yanderes are, but these three never want you to leave their side. Belarus and Russia more often than Ukraine.

Belarus needs your attention by having you constantly by her side. There are strict rules for you to call, text, and send pictures often. She'll have a tracking device on you and something like life360 on your phone. Since you're not allowed anywhere without one of the three being with you she'll also stay in contact with whoever is watching you. Natalia is most happy when you're next to her, but having you call is okay. It's not the same but it's a good supplement while someone else gets their turn with you.

Ukraine needs you to help her live a happy domestic life. When you're over there are chores and tasks you're expected to do. Meals are eaten with Irunya at the table, the farm animals are to be taken care of (you're allowed to play with them),and picking up after yourself are just some of the rules. Irunya loves you but she loves the other two as well, so she's ok with not seeing you as often as them. Just make sure you give her lots of attention when she's keeping you.

Russia shows affection by squishing you. That's the most of it. He will bear hug you and squeeze you so hard. He's a little afraid of letting go, so the hugs will last longer than you may expect. Being held in his lap while he works is a daily occurrence. He wants to be there physically. When you're gone he doesn't feel better by your texts. He feels better knowing you'll be by his side again. Which is why he doesn't mind sharing you with Belarus and Ukraine. He knows they'll always bring you back. You will always be with him.

Don't play favorites. Not only will you hurt one/two of them but they will gladly agree to acclimate you to the one(s) you don't like. Which means spending weeks with a yandere who's now very upset over how obvious you've made your feelings.

How do they handle the dirty work?

When things get messy Natalia and Ivan will do the dirty work and Irunya will clean up. This works in several different ways.

An ex comes back into your life and tries to interfere, or you run into the arms of someone else for help? Ivan and Natalia will be the ones to kill him. Blade, poison, arrows, or killing him socially. Ruining their life may seem extreme, but for you nothing is too extreme. After it's all done Ukraine will bury the body on her farm. She'll keep you busy while the deed is done so you can't question anything until it's too late. The three are a deadly trio.

If the dirty work is punishing you it works much the same way. Natalia and Ivan will dish out the punishment. Ivan is more heavy handed. Hell just punish you through violence and threats. The embodiment of Russia will just terrorist you into submission through whatever means necessary.

Natalia is a bit different. She tailors her punishments to the crime in question. Not spending enough time with her, she'll tie your hands together with rope. The message is easier to get across that way in her mind.

Together they are so much worse than when alone.

Which is where Irunya comes in. She's the aftercare of the three. It's too hard for her to punish you so when upset she'll just contact the other two. Her job is to care for you. Covering wounds, applying antibiotics, keeping you well fed, giving you rest, and keeping you company with her soothing (and smothering) love. It's heaven compared to what you just went through.

How they treat you.

The three love doting on you. They keep no secrets. This does mean sharing loving stories about what sweet thing you said earlier that day, how you blushed after they complimented you, and gushing about their shared partner.

It can get embarrassing sometimes, and other times it's scary. If you upset one they will openly discuss if you should be punished, what punishment is acceptable, and who would carry it out. It's mortifying. Sitting there with them as they casually talk about it like it's the weather they're discussing.

What if you leave them?

All three of them have different ways of coping with you once you leave. If you die or are gone for good in their eyes it makes no difference.

Irunya grieves. She cries and sobs for weeks trying to figure out where she went wrong. Her siblings will comfort her as much as they can. It's just hard to stay connected. They all grieve so differently that it puts a strain on their relationship. Ukraine will miss you, but she accepts that you're gone. Tears only do so much and she will give up eventually. She'll make you a grave on her farm. Even if your body isn't buried there, she feels that your spirit resides there. It brings her comfort.

Ivan deludes himself into thinking everything is ok. You never wanted to leave, you were stolen away. When you died it was a tragic accident and you loved all three of them so dearly, even if you had fought for hours before death. He will lie to himself and act like nothing ever happened. Even when his siblings try to correct him on these events it does nothing. He just nods and shakes his head. Not hearing a word.

Belarus will go numb. She'll have a few weeks where she can barely get out of bed and go to work. Her siblings will spend time with her to make things easier. As time passes it'll become easier to bear. The heavy absence your presence leaves is still too much to bear. It's difficult, but she manages. Ivans way of coping infuriates her, and Ukraine makes her sad. The grave is a dark reminder she'd rather avoid.

A rift forms between the siblings almost. Not so much because you broke them apart, but rather you brought them together. Without you they aren't as close anymore. Time heals all wounds eventually. Perhaps as time goes on they will talk again more often.

What are they like when jealous?

Ivan gets very jealous. It's in his nature. He's so used to being alone, now you're here! How could he not want all of your attention? Since you're with his siblings he doesn't mind it as much, but it's still quite a balancing act for you. Get good at this game or it will end badly.

Belarus also gets jealous, but only if it's not her siblings. Of course you can't say you prefer Ukraine or Russia over her, but you can show them affection without her getting upset. If you show attention to a stranger, coworker, or waiter that she deserves as too much it's a different matter. Don't think Belarus won't embarrass you. She will walk you out of that restaurant if you're making too much eye contact.

Irunya doesn't get that jealous. You sleep in her or her siblings bed at the end of the day, and she’s ok with that. On her own she gets more jealous but the other two help calm her down.

How could you escape from them?

The only way to freedom would be to get into contact with one (or several) of their nation's higher-ups. If you can convince their bosses even better, but that's difficult and requires extreme planning and manipulation to pull off. I don't like saying that though because I feel that's true for all of the countries.

It's just, other than that there is no escape. They all cover their bases well. Natalia keeps tabs on you through your technology 24/7, Ivan has people following you around and is too terrorizing to double cross, and Irunya is keeping an eye on all your friends and family. Not to mention once you do leave, where will you go? You have one superpower and two other countries after you. No border is safe unless you get far away very quickly.

How do they react when you act out?

Natalia ignores you. Don't want to eat? Starve then. You'll have to eat eventually, and when you do she'll rub it in your face. Same with sleeping. Once you pass out she'll just leave you there (unless you're in public or in danger of freezing to death). She would let your punishment be the consequences of your own actions. As long as you don't try to hurt yourself or anyone else.

If you attack Belarus, well that's an odd statement, because you won't be able to land a hit. The punishment is much like all her others. Want to stab her in the back? She'll do the same. Literally. She'll stab you the same way you tried to stab her. She'll talk the entire time too. Saying things like now you know her pain, and how you should be glad it's not worse. It does get worse. None of the siblings like to see the other two hurt. However they get the news once they do there will be hell to pay. The one wound is small and bleak in comparison.

Speaking of worse, Ivan. His punishments are extreme. Being left in the cold, having food and clothes taken away (which even in the house is a huge threat due to the cold), and making you spend time with him. Which isn't much of a punishment, until you realize he wants to spend time hurting you. Sadism is a normal part of Ivan. he just enjoys seeing you squirm in pain or to let out a cute little whimper of pain. Injuring you is a show of love in his eyes. Don’t the bruises look so cute?

If you attack him, he'll just break one of your bones. Reflexes kick in when he sees you move at him with his own pipe. Before Russia even realizes what’s going on he’s twisting your arm until a crunchy pop is heard. The pain is imiddeate, but Ivan doesn't notice anything going on around him. He’s too torn up and heartbroken over what just happened. How could you? The punishment is immediate and swift. He’ll be in your face yelling and screaming. He’ll pick up the pipe and brandish it. Threatening to hit you, and doing so several times. Don’t try to run. He’ll just break your legs.

Irunya is so different. Not that she can’t be tough! Scary just isn't in her nature. Being motherly and caring by nature doesn't blend well with punishments. Most of her punishments are things you’d see from a disappointed parent. Sending you home without dinner, giving you extra chores for the day, making you clean the entire house, and giving you some of the undesirable tasks that come up. Like cleaning manure out of the barns or cleaning out the chicken coops. These aren't tough by any means, and if you enjoy cleaning or animals they're quite fun. It’s if she tells the other two about your bad behavior that’s a problem. They know how little cruelty is there and will take up punishing you in her place. Just don’t let things get out of hand and it wont get to that.

Attacking her will wind you up in the barn. Want to act like an animal? She’ll treat you like one! You’ll be stuck out there until one of the other siblings comes to pick you up for their time with you. Then you have to deal with them and what they decide to do.

#eye write #hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #russia x reader #belarus x reader #ukraine x reader #poly fic #kidnapping tw #abuse tw

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widowsofchaos · 3 years

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Could you do the prompt #60?

❝ mine

summary: Wanda isn’t too fond with how close a certain Captain is to you. pairing: Wanda Maximoff x black!reader warnings: fluff, jealous Wanda, a smidge of jealousy, and smut. Filthy use of the Slovakian language. Palm kissing aka my weakness. ao3 // requested from this prompt list a/n: Wanda is my wife, your honor. Hope I did my lover justice. Carol Danvers cameo. requested prompt 60: “Pay attention to me.” 2k words. Sorry for this late request, writer’s block is a menace. No beta, all mistakes are my own. do not repost my works

It was late into the night, and Wanda’s spirits were more alive --- and enraged.

Anxiety and adrenaline bleeds through her witchy fingers, sparks zap dully at the tips, clutching her cup of liquor tightly.

Downs a hefty sip, a hiss, her lips snarling as the firewater trickles and burns down her throat --- Samogon, or how you cheekily teased, “Mother Russia’s own moonshine. Ruthless just like her children --- I mean look at Natalia, she puts vodka in her cereal.” A tiny smirk curls at her lips, your faint laugh lulls her in the memory.

A familiar giggle catches her ears once more --- melodic, soothes her ears, but Wanda scowls, knowing exactly what’s making you laugh. Her knuckles strain white, gawking over her shoulder, peeking eyes glow dangerously crimson red.

The party is amidst bustling with drunk melding bodies, great food, endless playlist of music --- ever so luxurious --- as every party Stark throws; regardless it being a private party among friends.

Across from the bar, near the lounge couches, you seated with your silhouette legs crossed, your head tilted back, tipsy giggles slipping from your lips; seated next to you was a certain Captain.

Oh no --- not Captain America, he was busy cuddling with his lovers, how he slurs lovingly ‘my Bucky, my Sammy.’ Steve and Bucky two fingers deep in Asgardian Ale, with Sam edging deep in whiskey. All three sharing kisses in the far corner, ready to sneak back to their room for late night loving.

Shamelessly undressing you with her eyes was Captain Danvers herself, her arm slung over your shoulders, deep in casual conversation with you. Simple maxi dress, adorning your hips, softly encasing your figure, low cut that amples your breasts --- and Carol was eating it up.

To the outsider’s eye, it would be seen as friendly banter, tipsy chuckles -- but Wanda knew better. Her eyes flicker to her wedding ring --- sparkling red --- the same one that twinkles on your marital finger.

She clicks her tongue --- Wanda indeed knows better. The friendship between Carol and yourself is fairly a new one, naturally gravitating towards Carol, how curious and intrigued you get to meet another inhuman besides Wanda and yourself.

No surprise how natural conversation flows between the Captain and yourself --- everyone you meet gravitates to you like a magnet, treating one as if they were an old friend.

You look delicious --- as always. Beauty that makes anyone double-glance, delicate yet intimidating. That glow, you carry a shine, an essence, a force of nature, but it’s so much more. Beneath the surface, radiates comfort, you can break any stoic façade with that wattage smile. Wanda and yourself match, a perfect yin-yang, one and the same, and Wanda loves it.

Both of you can feel it, see it, taste it.

Clever fingers, clever lips, clever tongue. Clever small hands carving Wanda’s hardened façade, in the quiet, warm and intense moments in time, where Wanda can be vulnerable, finally shed waterfalls over her losses, let her rant and rage without judging eyes --- where she can lay her heart in your hands, and she knew, you handle with care.

Because you know her, understand her. Able to simmer her down, know where her emotions stem from the deepest crevices of her spirit.

The endless drinks were nice, but Wanda rather be with you, somewhere else. She rather prefers to be in your shared quarters, with the babies, eating sugar snaps, and watching tv. A cozy night-in, and finally would tuck Billy and Tommy in their cribs; sneak away to bed, caress and cradle each other till succumbing in deep slumber.

But --- you convinced Wanda, thinking tonight’s party was a good reprieve, to relax with friends, and drink till merry, without the stresses of motherhood. Now, she battles another stress, another grievance.

Green-eyed monster rearing its head --- jealousy.

‘She’s full of shit.’ A sultry Slovakian spite lingers in your mind --- only in your mind, a sharp side-eye, you glance to see Wanda, nursing her drink --- halting your pinched fingers from twirling your flute.

Slightly puckering your lips, restraining a grin splitting from ear to ear, you coyly titled your head at Carol, who was complimenting the tattoo that adorns your shoulder-blade. How slyly Carol’s fingertips trace the tatted lines, feigning curiosity.

‘Her hands all over you, fucking kurva.’

‘Pay attention to me.’

A dull clank of a glass against the counter could be heard. A breathy chuckles escapes from your nose, as you can feel Wanda’s eyes burning holes in the back of your skull, and no doubt, dying to literally burn holes in Carol’s blonde dome. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, my head feels light.” A polite excuse without offending Carol from your erupt leave.

“Awh, already? It’s not even late, grandma.” Carol teases, as she presses the rim of her beer against her lips --- her fifth one tonight --- tangy flavor of Budweiser weighing on her tongue, fueling her mischief. “Who are you calling grandma, I wasn’t the one born in the sixties.” A few strings of chuckles, you graciously depart from Carol, as she wiggles her slender fingers goodbye.

Waltzing to the bar, your hips swaying, placing the flute on the counter; sitting next to a stewing witch. Elegantly perching your elbows on the marbled bar, your nails flicker delicately as your wrists bent against your chest, coyly swinging gently on the bar stool. Slyly peeking from the corner of your eye, you catch Wanda staring at you.

Tenderly covering her glass with your palm, tugging it out of Wanda’s palm, and gliding it away. “Let’s go to bed.” You slither, eyes glassy --- the champagne bubbling light in your head, skin tingling and aching for Wanda’s touch; your eyes rover over her figure, curves snug in a velvet maxi dress.

Auburn hair coils in slick waves, draped over her smooth shoulders. Leaning in, you can smell the liquor wafting from her slick lips, Wanda tsks, cheekily leaning towards you; her fingers sought out to your thigh, gripping the flesh.

Lips now hairs away, “Oh --- now I exist?” Wanda sneers, sultry, her accent weaving out in a hiss. “Don’t be like that.” You tsk, smoothly gliding off the stool, your fingers sliding against Wanda’s open palm, interlocking softly. Wanda murmurs, be like what? As she pouts, gazing at your heart-shaped lips.

“Now, is my wife going to bed with me or is she going to hex the Captain?” The pad of your thumb caressing Wanda’s finger, trying to tame the witch. “I prefer hexing her, and then ravishing you on the glass table for her to see --- želá si, aby ochutnala vašu kundu, vašu šťavnatú ako sladkú broskyňu.”

Filthily whispering in her native tongue, her fingers curving, and bending graciously as carmine magic emits. The warmth of her breath beats against your cupid-bow, ever so close to your lips; tantalizing, more intoxicating than any ale in all the realms.

Wanda pulls away, earning a whine from you, she hushes your lips by the tip of her oval nail, “Behave till we get back to our room.” With no other word, Wanda snags your wrist in her grip, dragging you out of the party into the dark hallway.

Scattering feet wander through the compound halls, only clicks of heels echo and pierce through the silence. Dancing shadows linger on the walls, breathy moans, wet lips. Wanda’s palm glides and grips the curve of your neck, pinning you against the wall --- just a mere inches away from your apartment door. “I can’t wait any longer.” Wanda growls low in her throat, her antsy hands.

Slithering fingers slip under the hem of your bunched up dress, feathery fingers chilled at the tips from the glassed liquor caress the skin of your inner thigh. Earning a silky hiss through your teeth, as Wanda’s lips parts open upon yours as if breathing in your essence; as her fingers dove beneath the fabric of your thong. Soaking her left handed fingers between your velvety lips, your fingers cling onto Wanda’s hips, sneakily massaging her soft ass through the smooth fabric, bundling up her cheeks. Groping, and squishing.

“Do you feel it?” Wanda asks, dripping with lust, a dull spark zaps at your clit, jolting you with a whimper, teasingly Wanda left your throbbing clit to toy with your clenching hole, but she doesn’t slip inside you. Yearning for her to touch you more, plunge and curl to the point of delirious pleasure. Delightful swell swirls in your heart, a flicker in Wanda’s eyes --- something you couldn’t quite pin.

All she can see is Carol’s hands touching you, touching what is hers, Carol’s slithering eyes roaming your breasts, and curves. It wasn’t your fault, no --- you were just being a good friend, engaging in conversation --- but she felt abandoned. As if Carol swooped you away, like a thief in the night. Stealing a treasure that didn’t belong to her nor deserve it.

You’re her wife --- you are hers, just as she is yours.

“I need to feel all of you.” A mess of words, gasping breaths, as Wanda happily snuck her two fingers inside your spongy walls, fluttering, and quivering thighs. Thrusting with no hesitation, your hips crash against the palm of her hand, tangling tight as a tether, curling fingers beckoning in a salacious curve. Pulling you close, her fingers digging in your hip-bone, breasts to breasts, melting against the wall, kissing you, your mouth, your cheeks, the slope of your nose --- delicately pecking your shut lids.

The palm that cradled your hip, traveled the terrain of your waist, and glided upon the arch of your spine, traveled between the shoulder blades, her touch eliciting sensitivity on her bare flesh, and cupping the nape of your neck. Fondling your neck, as her lips never wavered from your face, remaining as she continued her shower of kisses, as she fucked your cunt with vigor --- unrelenting, your wetness echoing with unabashed squelching.

A wet spot formed the dead center of Wanda’s panties --- just the sounds of you can make her cum on the spot. Sticky against her peach-fuzz, your legs sliding against hers, as her fingers continue with no interruption. Wanda’s wet panties stick to the skin of your thigh, humping with desperation, the sensation of syrupy cotton and heated bare skin nearly drove Wanda to the brink of endless bliss.

“She can’t have you ---” Wanda groans, her pupils almost rolling to the back of her skull, as the lips of her cunt split and ride even harder against your knee. Nearly gliding down the wall pavement, clinging onto each other in a loving embrace, “---she can never have you.” Wanda whispers in the shell of your ear, her teeth graces sharply the line of your jaw, her tongue licks a wet glide, sucking and nibbling on your pulse-point, marking her territory.

As one palm cups Wanda’s ass, guiding her as she unravels on your thigh, a hand leaves to her shoulder blade, your fingers flicker with her straps, pulling it over Wanda’s shoulders, and with a frenzied impulse, tug the fabric down --- Wanda’s milky breast spills out, still swollen with breast milk.

Pink areolas hardened by the cool air, your moist tongue peaks from your lips, and the tip flickers against the dripping nipple. Leaning your head down on Wanda’s chest, suckling greedily --- nearly her whole tit was engulfed in your mouth, sloppily slurping.

A shriek nearly bubbles at Wanda’s throat, cradling your head in her arm tenderly, kissing your temple, her nose inhaling your scent --- always emanate a tender scent of crushed roses; as your chin drips with milk. “Mine, you’re mine.” Wanda wispily moans, as you drank from her tit, saliva coating the corners of your mouth. Moaning at the taste on your tongue, satisfying your carnal palate --- the vibration sending a shimmer up the crevices of Wanda’s spine.

Sweat beads at your brow, as sweat drenches Wanda’s baby hairs clinging onto her temple, mouthing ‘love me, love me’, her fingers pulling the threads of silk from the jewel between your legs, now drenched. Two gardens watering, the petals of tulips bloom. Your thigh now slippery, grinding her clit hard, slow thrusts --- riding out, edging herself; refusing to cum without you.

As if you were a fragile china doll, shakily Wanda’s spidery fingers brush against heated skin, sweeping the arch of your neck, dancing down on smooth brown shoulders, downward to the line of your fore-arm.

Leisurely slowing down her fingers that rested inside your moist caravan, sinuous fingers kiss the skin and daintily hold your wrist, pulling away from her bum. Lifting, and lightly twisting upward to bare your exposed wrist; you halt, hesitantly your eyes peer up at Wanda. Cheeks dewey, and dusted pink.

Lips part from Wanda’s sodden breast, a string of saliva connects from your bottom lip; as if time ceased still, bringing your wrist to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours. A breath hitches in your throat, open mouthed kisses trail up, lovingly your fingers cup her soft cheek, her lips plush at the cusp of your palm. Wanda’s eyes are two moons, hauntingly beautiful, makes your spirit want to create a temple in blind faith in the name of love, yearning to worship; the waves of love coils off of each other.

Hot breath is a hymn, cascades against your hand, slow and soft kisses --- a tingle at your fingers. A simple gesture yet holds no bounds of adoration, deeply into each other eyes. Wanda’s fingers lock with yours, her wet lips part against the pad of your thumb, her teeth nip, her tongue lick ever so faintly; sucking the finger between her lips.

Erotically Wanda’s hips began its tirade once more, her soaked fingers flourish inside you with no mercy --- she knows, oh she knows. You’re close, oh so close, close, close to the edge --- you know Wanda’s close too, by the way her breath pitches ever so higher; just dying to fall over in Wanda’s arms, fevered. Bury inside each other, this unspoken waltz, not needing to verbalize --- it’s there, not always having to be feverish hot fucking, but it can be passionate, desperate, and warm.

To dive deep inside each other, crawl under the skin, and rest there as a love nest.

Foreheads touch, nose to nose, eyes fall into the depths of each other, a mess of entangled limbs --- a splash of kaleidoscope bursts before your eyes, mouths smashing to dull the shrills; cumming hard on Wanda’s fingers dragging it out, as her fingers dragged out, agonizingly so.

A sheen of wetness crashes and coats your thigh as a balm --- witnessing the motion embody each of your faces with each ripple of your orgasms. Memorizing every expression, any twitch, lips shaped in Os, never tearing your eyes away from each other, because you both wanted to --- such beauty.

The smell of Wanda is intoxicating, makes you dizzy, love-drunk, and adored. Resting your bodies on each other, raspy giggles flow, face leaning on face, caressing cheek to cheek, as Wanda nestles her hands on your face. A daze of happiness, the stresses of a green-foaming monster now a faded memory, cuddling each other in a tight hug, just airy laughs muffled in your chests. Just leaning against the wall, full length of your bodies pressed, braced as if being one.

A faint cry of the twins breaks the haze, ever so sync the boys wail for their mothers --- just like clockwork, it must be 2 am; time to feed the hungry bellies of your babies, just like their mama feasted on their mother. Slipping back into reality, fixing each other’s disheveled clothes back to somewhat back to being decent. Frizzy hairs springs in all directions, sheens of sweat now coat your skins, but a sense of relief drapes upon you two.

As Wanda leans her hand on the wall, resting your head on her stretched arm, head tilted as you soothe Wanda’s cheek, watching her, the greenery of her irises shine bright at your glassy brown orbs, as if a fire that can’t be smothered.

Making the butterflies erupt in her chest, making Wanda feel seen in so many ways that she never had before. En pointe, standing tall to kiss Wanda’s lips, light and sweet, resting your head in the crock of her shoulder. Lashes flutter as Wanda holds you to her bodice, with your heart swelling, you whisper to her.

“I will never leave you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

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[CHAPTER 2] TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE (DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER)

Title: teach me how to love | AO3 Pairing: Bucky x Reader (teacher) Rating: Teen for now (*this will get bumped up eventually) Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence/death of character, fluff, slight angst, learning disability Summary: Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.

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“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”

Bucky didn’t need to even look down to know that Yelena is almost asleep, her breaths coming out in heavy puffs from where her face is squished against his side.

He slowly closes the book and places it on her bedside table. As gently as possible, he wiggles himself out from underneath her as she whines about being jostled.

“It’s time to say goodnight, pumpkin,” he says softly, picking up the photograph on her bedside table, as he does every night.

“G’night papa, I love you,” she starts.

“Love you, pumpkin.”

“G’night mama, I love you,” she says to the photo, her little fingers touching the frame.

“She loves you. So much.”

He turns the lights off, leaving only the constellations across her ceiling from her star lamp shining and slips out of her room, the door opened just a crack.

He thinks back on the conference today, about how kind and generous you had been, offering to go out of your way. He wishes there was some way he could give you something in return.

Tidying up around the house, he makes sure that Yelena’s lunch bag is packed for tomorrow and the snacks in her backpack are replenished. In his office, he checks his emails and messages to see if anything’s come in.

He doesn’t need the money, between his own savings and Nat signing everything over to him, but he’s never been good at keeping still. Taking odd jobs here and there to keep busy is the best distraction he could think of and this way, he can make his own hours to always be available for Yelena.

Out of curiosity, he searches “Open Dyslexia font” and reads up on it — her tutors had never mentioned this before.

He’s excited for Yelena and wants to make sure he’s doing the best he can for her but sometimes he feels so out of his depth. His entire life, his entire being, was made to throw a punch, shoot a gun, sneak into places, not… This.

Pigtails and finger painting.

It’s an endless cycle of wondering whether or not he’s actually getting the hang of it before Yelena seems to grow another year older and he has to relearn everything.

A picture of the three of them sits on his shelf, the same as the one in Yelena’s room, where he stands between the two redheads, arms tight around both of them. Yelena should have her mother here. Not… Not him.

“I miss you, Natalia,” he whispers to the empty room.

♡

“Have a great weekend everyone!” You wave as the children file out of your classroom to the courtyard to wait for their pick-ups.

The research you’d printed off for Bucky sat on your desk, and you can’t help feeling a little disappointed that he hadn’t come by the entire week. He had genuinely seemed interested in the resources, but you suppose that he could be busy. Yelena was bright as ever, so you didn’t think anything had gone wrong, at least.

You tidy up the room, humming softly to yourself and thinking about how you’d spend the weekend. Reading, you supposed, as you often do.

A small knock drew your attention to the door and there stood the very man you’d been waiting for all week, Yelena’s tiny hand clasped in his and arm stretched completely upward to reach it.

“Mr. Barnes,” you smile.

“Please, it’s just Bucky,” he corrects, giving you an uncertain smile in return. “I hope your offer is still on the table, sorry I couldn’t come earlier.”

“It’s no problem at all, I’ve got the list right here,” you reply, cleaning your hands off and taking the research out from your desk to hand to Bucky.

“Is that about my new books?” Yelena asks and Bucky squeezes her hand.

“It sure is, cupcake.”

She beams joyfully at the two adults.

“I would have given the list to Yelena to bring home, but I figured if you had any questions, well…”

“I appreciate it,” he saves you from your rambling. “I’m sure I’ll have questions. I guess I should look into these more first but… If I did have questions…”

The question hung in the air, and you felt a faint blush.

“Then you can come see me any time,” you offer. You had to bite your lip to not offer your number on the spot.

“You’ve been a lifesaver, truly.”

“Don’t mention it,” you brush off the praise. It felt like you might spontaneously combust under his gaze with how he kept thanking you. “I hope you two have something fun planned for the weekend!”

“What do we have planned for the weekend, peanut?”

“I wanna colour!” Yelena decides. “And read. And watch Frozen.”

“For the 98th time,” Bucky whispers to you.

You giggle at his exasperated, but happy roll of his eyes. Any man willing to sit through Frozen that many times was clearly a devoted father.

“It is a cinematic masterpiece,” you joke. “Maybe in the winter we can go outside at recess and build a snowman, just like Olaf?” You offer to the absolute delight of Yelena.

“Oh no,” Bucky says to you, though his eyes are mischievous. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Somehow, you don’t find that you mind.

♡

A couple of weeks later, Bucky waits in his usual place by the courtyard on a Monday, on the lookout for the familiar flaming red of Yelena’s hair. He watches as she hugs a little boy goodbye before running over to him.

“Papa!”

“Yes, pumpkin?” Bucky asks as she launches herself into his arms.

“You have to come be my show and tell.”

“I have to do what now?”

“The school is doing a show and tell! Ms. Teacher is gonna do one for us! Look!” She shoves a piece of paper into his face so excitedly he almost eats the damn thing by accident.

“Okay, okay, lemme read that.” He takes the sheet from her tiny hand and reads it over.

October 2nd

Parent Show & Tell

We are pleased to announce the 23rd annual Parent Show & Tell! This event is an opportunity for our children to learn about different career paths, lifestyles, and life lessons. We encourage any parents that are available for this date to come into the classroom with your child, and give a short presentation on a topic of your choice. It could be your occupation (past or present), lifestyle choices or advice that you would like to share.

If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the school at the number below. Our homeroom teachers will be taking sign-ups starting immediately, and are also available for any other assistance during school hours.

Yours truly,

Vice-Principal Maria Hill Principal Nick Fury

Bucky isn’t sure what to tell Yelena as she buckles her seatbelt in the back. He wasn’t an interesting person, and his past wasn’t exactly kid-friendly. The lifestyle he had led was certainly not something he could share and he sure as shit did not think he, of all people, was in any position to provide advice.

“Cupcake, I’m not sure if I fit the bill,” he glances at Yelena in the rearview mirror.

She looks a little put out, lips turned down in a near-frown. “What do you mean, papa? You fight bad guys! That’s the coolest.”

“I just don’t know if that’s something I should be sharing with the other kids, little one. It’s got a lot of punching and kicking involved, and that’s not something we should be teaching to children, right?”

“I guess,” she agrees, but with a growing pout.

“I’m sorry, plum. Your papa’s kind of boring, and I don’t have any fun stories,” he tells her.

She’s quiet in the backseat and he feels immensely guilty for their short ride home. He knows that other kids will show up with their parents and she would, once again, be without her parents. With a sigh, knowing that he’ll regret everything, he concedes.

“How about this, I’ll ask your teacher what she thinks. If she says I can come in and do the show and tell, I’ll be there. But if she agrees that it’s not friendly for children, I can’t come in, okay? Some other parents might not like me talking about fighting in front of their kids. And I’ll take you out for ice cream after school to make it up to you. How’s that sound?”

“Yes! Thank you papa,” she screams when they get out of the car. “You’re the best, the bestest ever.”

“Anything for you, buttercup.”

♡

So that’s how he finds himself back in your classroom, waiting nervously for you to dismiss the kids. It’s worth it to see Yelena’s face light up when she sees him outside the door instead of outside.

“Papa!” She screams as she jumps towards him. Bucky lifts her up with ease, and she beams as she waves to the other kids from her high ground.

“Mr. Barnes – er, Bucky! What a pleasant surprise. Come in!” You wave your hand to motion him inside. Today, you were wearing a pair of black leggings with a simple, chiffon tunic in a deep green. At least the gold necklace you had on dressed it up a bit.

“Thank you,” he says as he takes a few steps in, Yelena still cradled on his hip like a natural. “I was hoping to talk to you about this show and tell thing?”

“Of course!” You excitedly. “Will you be able to come in for it, Bucky?”

Bucky looks at Yelena before setting her down, trying to ignore how soft your voice is when you say his name.

“Can I finish my drawing?” Yelena interrupts, looking up at you with those shining, green, puppy eyes.

“Of course,” you answer her — she really was too cute to say no to.

“Sorry, we won’t be long,” Bucky apologizes, wincing. He relaxes a bit when you laugh though.

“Please, don’t worry about it! I’m hardly in a rush,” you inform him and shrug nonchalantly. “You had questions about the school’s show and tell?”

Bucky exhaled deeply and you could instantly tell something was bothering him.

“Yelena really wants me to come in,” he tells you in a low voice. “But I don’t exactly… It’s complicated. I’m – I don’t have a story. I’m… I guess you could say I’m retired now.”

“You’ve either retired quite early or have a very good skincare routine to look half your age,” you jest, your knee-jerk reaction always to make a joke. To your surprise and delight, Bucky laughed — a real laugh, where his smile reached his eyes and he brought his hand up to his mouth to stifle the rest of it.

“As much as I’d love to keep you guessing, I did, in fact, retire early,” he confirms, still smiling. His past had always been uncomfortable to talk about, but something about you just made him feel safe and relaxed. You made him laugh freely, genuinely cared about Yelena, and didn’t seem to have a mean bone in your whole body. He just knew that you were as beautiful inside as you were on the outside.

“To make an incredibly long story short, I… worked for an intelligence agency.”

“Oh!” You couldn't help your surprise at his admission. It wasn’t every day you had a former spy in your classroom!

He looked at you a bit nervously before staring down at where his gloved hands were clenched together on your desk. “Yeah, it’s not exactly something I would call kid-friendly. I did a lot of field work, but I had to leave it behind. I just wanted Yelena to have a normal life - boring, even. It wasn’t safe for her if I — that’s how her mother…”

Before you think better of it, you place a hand on top of his to stop him.

He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but he was trying to, for Yelena’s sake, and you didn’t have to know the whole story. Not if he wasn’t ready.

When he looks at you, you offer him a small smile before you take your hand back.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you assure him. “You don’t have to talk about that, if you don’t want to. If you still want to come in for the show and tell, we can always work on talking about something else.”

He looked up at you, wondering how you could be so willing to help, all the time. The way you use “we” so effortlessly.

“You’re very kind,” he tells her. “But I’m just a plain guy, there’s nothing exciting about me, but I really want to do it for Yelena’s sake. I think…” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I think she’s afraid that all the other kids will show up with their parents and she’ll be the only one without her mom or dad here. And it’ll be like the first school all over again. I’m scared I’ll let her down.”

Your heart really went out to this man in front of you, and how worried he was for Yelena. The protectiveness really shows he would do anything for her.

“Well, you could tell the kids you were a spy. If they ask you any questions that you don’t feel comfortable answering, you could always pull the ‘it’s classified’ card. Every spy movie has that line, so it wouldn’t be too hard to evade some of the details,” you suggest. Bucky’s eyes widened as they looked at you.

“Of course! That’s genius,” he says joyfully. Maybe he could do it after all.

You smile at the fact that it seems you’d come to a conclusion. “You might get a lot of attention, I mean, I don’t know a single kid who doesn’t think spies are cool.”

He shakes his head. “I’m a retired spy. I do construction jobs and translate documents during the day now,” he confesses. “Not thrilling.”

“I don’t know about that, kids think that speaking another language is pretty awesome… Because it is,” you add.

Bucky isn’t sure you’re even aware that you’ve been passing him lowkey compliments this whole time, but he can’t get enough of it.

“I guess you can sign me up then,” he finally concludes even if he’s still nervous as hell — he has to do this for Yelena. He realizes that you must have caught on to how he was feeling because you offer to help him run through his presentation after hours.

“If that would make you feel more comfortable, that is,” you quickly add on.

“Yeah?” He tries, and probably fails, to not sound too eager for the help.

“Of course! Any time you want.”

“Have I mentioned that you’re a lifesaver?”

You giggle at his instant relief and question. “Once or twice, yes,” you say back, shaking your head.

Yelena, seeing the adults get up and ready to head out, puts her drawing away in her desk and bounds up to them.

“Can I — is Wednesday okay?” Bucky asks timidly.

“Absolutely. I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“Bye, Miss! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Bucky looks down at his child trying to figure out if she was purposely smug about seeing you sooner than he was.

You beam back at the pair. “And you know I always look forward to it, Yelena! See you tomorrow!”

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La Canción de mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 44: New Arrival

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Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Natalia and Bruno’s baby is born!

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Most of the Madrigal cousins were seated on the couches in the living room at the casita, except for Dolores who was standing up with her hand to her ear.

“Come on, anything yet?!” Camilo asked impatiently as he entered into the room, folding his arms.

“When I know, you’ll know.” Dolores replied sternly, turning her head back to its previous position.

“Nat’s been in labor for what, 11 or 12 hours now?” Isabela said.

Luisa looked up at the clock on the wall. “Her water broke at around 10 last night so yeah, about 12 hours.”

“The suspense is killing me, I hate that we can’t be there.” Mirabel said, sitting cross legged on the couch with her chin in her hands.

“We don’t want to crowd them, Mira.” Isabela responded. “Abuela, Maria, and our parents are at the hospital with them and you know how little space that waiting room has there.”

“I know.” Mirabel sighed. “Is Antonio doing okay?” She asked Camilo.

“He’s fine, he’s playing in his room. No way he’d just sit out here and wait like we have all these hours.” Camilo replied with a chuckle.

“Abuela told Dolores she’d get her attention as soon as we had news, but it feels like it’s been forev–“ Camilo began.

“Shh!!!!!” Dolores hushed him loudly, the whole room falling silent instantly.

“The baby’s here!!!!” Dolores cried out, keeping her hand firmly cupped to her ear, shutting her eyes to listen even closer.

“And???? And?????” The cousins all yelled out within seconds of one another.

“It’s a girl!!!!!” Dolores exclaimed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together excitedly.

“Eeeeeeee yes!!! Another girl!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed, getting squished in a tight hug between her two squealing sisters.

“Because all this family needed was more girls.” Camilo teased with a smile, Isabela shoving his arm playfully. “Is Nat doing okay?”

Dolores nodded with a smile. “Nat and baby girl are both doing well.”

The cousins all looked overjoyed and relieved.

“Oh my goodness I’m so excited, a new baby girl in the family!!!” Isabela said, jumping up and down in her seat.

“Anything on her name???” Luisa asked.

“They’re not going to tell us until they get home from the hospital.” Dolores said, her expression a bit disappointed.

“You didn’t hear anyone say it?” Luisa said.

“Nope, they’re avoiding saying it on purpose. Nat and tío Bruno told me a few days ago that they’d be fine with me telling you guys the gender but wanted to keep the name a surprise until they got back home.”

“Of course they did.” Mirabel laughed. “Nati has always been the best at keeping surprises.”

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A day passed after the news initially broke, and the cousins were on their second day anxiously awaiting Natalia, Bruno, and the new baby to return from the hospital. Alma, Felix, Pepa, Julieta, and Agustín had come back to the casita briefly the night before to sleep and then returned to the hospital the next morning to help the couple get ready to come back.

“Any update on when they’ll get home?” Isabela asked Dolores.

“My mom’s supposed to call at some point to update us on everything so we’ll just have to wait for that.” Dolores replied.

“Wait wait wait, all we’ve done is wait.” Camilo said impatiently.

“Nat just finished pushing a human being out of her body, we will wait as long as we need to until she’s fully ready to come home.” Isabela said, half teasing.

“He’s just excited, you know how much Camilo loves babies.” Mirabel said with a grin.

“Babies love me.” Camilo grinned.

After a period of excited chattering, the excitement eventually calmed down and the cousins all ended up falling asleep on the couches and armchairs. A few hours later they were all startled awake by the home’s phone ringing in the dining room.

Dolores, having heard the sound before everyone else, jumped up off the couch first and ran into the other room to pick up the phone.

“Madrigals, Dolores speaking.”

“Hola mijita!” Pepa’s voice said on the other end of the line.

“Mamá, finally! How’s everything going?”

“Todo está bien. Nati’s doing great, her and Bruno are tired but absolutely glowing with love.”

Dolores put her hand on her chest, smiling warmly at her mother’s words.

“Does this call mean you guys are coming home soon?” Dolores asked.

“Yes.” Pepa said. “Nati and the baby are all good to go, the doctor gave them the go ahead to head home a little while ago so we’re just getting things packed up now. I’d say we’ll all be back within the hour. Is everyone doing okay?”

“We’re all fine, just excited to meet the newest Madrigal! Another girl!!”

“Yo sé, all of our hearts are so full! We’ll talk more and see you shortly, okay mi amor?”

“Okay, bye Mom.”

“Adios!”

Dolores and Pepa hung up and Dolores walked back into the living room.

“They should be home in the next hour!” She announced.

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh I’m so excited.” Mirabel said, bouncing in her seat.

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After what seemed like an eternity to the cousins, the door to the casita opened and they saw Natalia being pushed in a wheelchair by Félix into the home. Following close behind them was Pepa, Julieta, Agustín, Alma, and Bruno, holding a baby carrier that was covered in the front by a blanket.

Deeply excited but not wanting to make too much noise and startle the baby, the cousins jumped up and looked over at Natalia. The casita followed suit, showing its excitement through moving several of the stairs and floorboards. Natalia and Bruno looked exhausted but truly joyful, radiating happiness from the inside out. They smiled lovingly at their nieces and nephews.

“Welcome back!!!!“ The cousins all said in loud whispers.

“Can we hug you??” Mirabel asked Natalia.

“Of course! Just be gentle.” Natalia replied with a chuckle. “I want the family love but my body is still barely holding together right now.”

The cousins hugged her gently one by one, and then immediately gave hugs to Bruno, glancing with anxious anticipation over at the baby carrier in his hand.

“Is she–can we–?” Isabela began.

Bruno nodded with a smile. He put the baby carrier down on a nearby table and with the greatest possible care, picked his daughter up out of it. He looked at the little girl like he was cradling the whole world in his hands, a special expression of adoration on his face that only parenthood could bring. He kissed the baby’s head before handing her to Natalia.

The baby was dressed in a tiny pink onesie with an even tinier sky blue knitted hat on her head, made by Maria.

Natalia looked up lovingly at Bruno as he handed her their daughter, and she carefully cradled the little girl in her arms. She looked up at the anticipatory looks on the cousins faces and gave them a warm smile before she spoke.

“Everyone, meet Emilia Madrigal.”

The cousins all made excited noises of joy and approval at finally hearing their new cousin’s name, love palpable in the room around them.

Emilia had warm golden skin, jet black hair, and when she blinked her eyes open to look up at her cousins, they saw a pair of big green eyes staring up at them.

“Oh my god, she’s absolutely perfect.” Mirabel said, leaning down to look at the baby. She sniffed as tears welled up into her eyes, and walked over to hug Bruno tightly.

“She is so beautiful, she has your guys’ green eyes!” Dolores said.

“Congratulations you two, we love her and you both so much.” Isabela added, holding on to her mother’s arm who was standing beside her.

“We sure do, this is such a special and wonderful day.” Julieta said, putting her hand over Isabela’s.

“What’s the date today?” Luisa asked, standing between her parents.

“February 27th.” Agustín responded.

“February 27th.” Luisa repeated. Happy birthday, little Em. Welcome home.”

Camilo hadn’t spoken yet, but was looking down with a loving smile at his newest cousin.

“Hi there Miss Emilia,” Camilo said, smiling down at the baby. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“How are you feeling Nati? How did everything go? Do you need anything?” Mirabel asked.

“You’re sweet.” Natalia said appreciatively. “I’m exhausted, but fortunately everything went about as smoothly as it could have. Once she was ready to get going, this one made it out quickly. We’re both just…mystified and amazed and so in love with this gorgeous little lady.”

“She’s absolutely beautiful, just like her mother.” Bruno said, putting his hand on Natalia’s shoulder and kissing the top of her head.

“Gotten any sleep yourself, tío?” Isabela asked.

“Nah, but I’m alright.” Bruno said. “I have a healthy perfect new daughter, an incredible wife, and our wonderful family here surrounding us. All is well.”

“I never heard you guys discussing baby names really.” Isabela said. “How did you choose Emilia?”

“Well, my mom’s name is Emma and my dad’s name is Milo.” Natalia replied. “We thought Emilia kind of combined their names together in a nice way. She would’ve been Emilio if she was a boy, same concept applied.”

“Aww, I love that.” Mirabel said sweetly.

“Me too, it’s a beautiful way to honor your parents while still giving the baby her own unique names.” Isabela said.

“I’m glad you like it!” Natalia said with a big smile. “We do too.” “Nat? Tío?” Camilo said, unusually sheepishly for him. “Do you think I could hold her?”

“Why do you get to hold her first?!” Dolores complained.

“Because I asked first, duh.” Camilo replied with a smirk.

Dolores put up her index finger and opened her mouth to respond, but realized he was right and slowly put her finger back down and closed her mouth.

“Of course.” Natalia said with a chuckle.

“She’s had her eyes locked on you the whole time you’ve been standing there Camilo, she’s certainly very curious about you.” Bruno added with a grin.

Camilo smiled brightly as he took Emilia from Natalia’s arms. Emilia fussed a bit during the transition between them, but the second Camilo was holding her she calmed down significantly.

“Camilo is a baby whisperer, I swear.” Félix said with a chuckle. “He’s never met a baby that didn’t adore him.”

Camilo sat down on the couch, Emilia looking up at him with bright, curious eyes as he cradled her in his arms.

“Hola, pequeñita.” He said sweetly. “I’m your favorite cousin Camilo.”

“Psh, you wish.” Isabela laughed, sitting down beside him.

“She’s so tiny.” Luisa said, sitting down on Camilo’s other side, giving Emilia her index finger which fit in the baby’s entire hand. “She’s way tinier than Antonio was when he was born.”

“5 pounds 11 ounces, 18 and a half inches long.” Bruno said. “All within healthy ranges, but she is a teeny thing.”

“Natalia’s a teeny thing, so I’m not surprised.” Luisa responded.

“Hey, I’d love to change out of these clothes.” Natalia said to Bruno, putting her hand the top of his. “Can you help me upstairs?”

“Of course, whenever you’re ready.” Bruno said.

Luisa’s head popped up at them from the couch. “Do you want me to carry you upstairs, Nat?”

Bruno helped Natalia stand up slowly, her legs a bit stiff and unstable. She took a moment to stabilize herself and took a small step forward.

“No, I should be okay.” Natalia replied. “I need to try and move my legs a bit. Thank you.”

“Nati, Bruno, why don’t you both go take a nap for a bit?” Julieta suggested. “I know you fed Emilia right before we left the hospital and neither of you have really gotten any sleep in a very long time. We’ll watch her.”

“Are you sure?” Natalia asked.

“Of course, this is not our first or second or third rodeo.” Félix joked.

“Thanks, guys.” Natalia said, smiling appreciatively. “If you need absolutely anything–“

“We know where to find you.” Julieta said sweetly.

Bruno held a firm grip around Natalia’s shoulder and hand as they headed up to their bedroom.

He guided her to carefully sit down on their bed, and he kneeled down in front of her to make sure she was alright.

She leaned her head forward, a signal for him to lean in as well for a kiss. She kissed him, her heart overflowing in that moment.

“That baby girl downstairs is our daughter, Bruno. I can’t believe it. We made that perfect little girl.”

“She’s perfect, and you’re perfect. Our Emilia.”

Natalia felt what had seemed to be her hundredth round of happy tears that day fall from her eyes when Bruno put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her close.

“I love you so much, Bruno.”

“I love you more, my Natalia.”

Bruno helped Natalia change into more comfortable clothing and lay down on the bed. They both fell asleep in each other’s arms within a few seconds of their heads hitting the pillow.

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When they woke up a few hours later, they blinked a few times, processing their surroundings. They stretched out, gave each a kiss, and headed back downstairs.

“There’s Mom and Dad!” Pepa cried out seeing them walking down the stairs.

Both of them smiled, Natalia rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to the brighter light in the room.

“How has she been?” Bruno asked Félix, who was the one holding Emilia at the time. Antonio was seated next to him, looking over excitedly at his new cousin.

“She had a few little grumpy moments but nothing tío Félix couldn’t fix!” Félix said.

“Hello there my little one!” Natalia said to Emilia, taking her from Félix. Emilia cooed in Natalia’s arms, and Natalia’s heart swelled looking into her daughter’s emerald eyes staring up at her.

“Feeling better?” Julieta asked.

“Much, thank you so much.” Natalia replied.

Bruno and Natalia got the family all caught up and chatted for a bit, and after a little while Emilia began fussing in Natalia’s arms.

“I’m going to go sit in the music room and feed her, be back in a few.” Natalia said.

She slowly walked over to the music room, looking around fondly at the casita.

“Welcome home, baby girl.” Natalia said softly, flipping on the light in the room.

She walked over to the piano, stopping to look at the photo of her and her parents above it.

“That’s your abuelo y abuela, mi amor.” Natalia said, pointing at the picture. “I know they’re watching over us right now and that they love you so much.”

She paused, her eyes misty.

“Isn’t she gorgeous, Mom and Dad?” She continued, looking up. “I would’ve given anything for you to be able to meet her. I love and miss you both so much.”

Natalia sat down on the room’s couch and hummed to Emilia softly while she fed her. Listening to Natalia’s lullaby, as soon as Emilia was fed she drifted off to sleep.

Bruno walked into the room after some time, careful not to make any sudden noises. Natalia looked over at him and smiled, continuing to hum. Bruno sat down next to Natalia and put his arm around her, his heart fuller than ever before.

“Our princess.” Bruno said, kissing Natalia on the shoulder.

“The forbidden love child of the queen and the court jester.” Natalia teased, smiling brightly at him. “The most perfect princess I’ve ever seen.”

Bruno’s heart did a flip in his chest, thinking back on the day of their first kiss. He loved Natalia that day, and his love for her had only grown and grown since then.

“My girls, I love you both so much.” He said softly, watching Emilia snooze away in Natalia’s arms.

“We love you more than anything.” Natalia said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Just a day ago, in a single instant, their entire world changed when Emilia was born and they reveled in this first day of the next chapter of their lives. In this quiet moment, filled with more love than they ever dreamed possible, the two of them had truly never felt more grateful.

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 44:

-Hola: hello -Mijita: affectionate term for “my daughter” -Todo está bien: all is well -Yo sé: I know -Mi amor: my love -Adios: goodbye -Casita: house -Tío: uncle -Abuelo/abuela: grandfather/grandmother -Y: and -Pequeñita: little one

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hikarimiyanaga · 4 years

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I'll Always be yours

When Natasha left Russia, she also left you. Her first love. 10 years later, you’ve become an artist and goes to America to find the one who got away.

Based on the songs of December Avenue, A Filipino band. When I was just listening to one of their songs, it hit me that I can totally write a story about Natasha based on their songs so here.

The lyrics are google translated because I am lazy and not good at translating Filipino (It is my mother tongue, though… yeah.)

First Song: Huling Sandali (Last Moment)

Warnings : ANGST

Where she leaves Russia… and you.

My heart was pounding

Every time I approach you

May I ask for your hand?

Hold on and don't let go

You hum as you approach the orphanage again. You’ve been doing this for many times these days. You just want to admire everything about it because it’s where SHE is. The one who holds your heart.

“Y/N!” Natalia calls out and you immediately turn to greet her. You immediately take her hand as the two of you get close.

“Nat.” You grin as you say her name. It always felt like you could never say it enough. You wanted to say it for all of your life.

“Y/N?” Your mother calls out and you look up.

“Ma?”

“I’m sorry.” She says and you scoff. What for? “The orphanage burned down.” And suddenly, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt your head hurt and your stomach caving in.

“Ma! Nat-“

“Don’t worry. Natalia is safe.” You sigh in relief. “She’s transferred to another orphanage.”

“What? Where?”

“Belarus.”

“Y/N?” Someone calls out your name and you turn around. You didn’t recognize her at first but your tears drop as you realize. She might seem older and her voice was more beautiful but it was her. Natalia. The girl who still holds your heart.

“Nat!” You run up to her and hug her. You waited for so long to come to Belarus. To chase her wherever she went.

“Y/N.” She says softly and you revel at the way she says your name. And you think to yourself that you would really love for her to call it out even more. You take ahold of her hand and smile at her. She returns it and you vow to never let it go again.

My heartbeat is uncontrollable

Every time I look at you

Please don't pull away

Because it's only a matter of time

You smile giddily as you and Natalia catch up. It’s been years since you’ve both seen each other, after all. You can’t help but smile as her as your heart pounds faster inside your chest. It’s been years but dear god, her effect on you stays the same. Every time you look at her, she still manages to make your heart go even faster. As she was saying a story, you tentatively hold her hand from across the table and she looks at what you’re doing. You hum, satisfied that she let you hold it. You pull it and kiss it. You look up and see Nat blushing. She tries to pull away from you but you just hold her hand tighter.

“Don’t pull away.” Your voice was nothing but a whisper and it makes Natalia stops her attempt. You smile sadly at her. “I’ve missed holding your hand.” And hearing your voice. Making you laugh. Giving you things. Seeing you everyday. I’ve missed… loving you. You don’t voice the rest but hope that the first one was enough… Fortunately, it was.

She nods and continues telling her story. This time, you listen intently while holding her hand.

The night will also come when nothing will stop us

If not today, can we hope to bring back yesterday?

You kiss her passionately and take off her shirt. She just came back from a mission and went straight to your apartment in Belarus. She didn’t even bother showering because she knew you didn’t mind. You loved her. Every single part of her. Even the deadly spy and assassin that could easily take your life. You look at her eyes and remember every time that you’ve fallen for her. God, how you wish to turn back time. To save this wonderful woman from their nefarious plans.

If only you could bring back yesterday.

“Y/N.” She pants and you quickly hum. “Please.” She’s giving you control. Giving you the lead. So you nod and make love to her. Show her and make her feel. That you’ll always be here, waiting for her and always loving her.

Even for a moment, let go of the uncontrollable heart

I hope it’s the two of us for the last time that you’ll be mine

She cries softly into your arms as you whisper sweet nothings to her. You knew that this would be the last time for a long while that you’ll be able to see her. Was it breaking your heart? ABSOLUTELY. It was breaking hers as well but she couldn’t stay here anymore. Stay with you. So you whisper empty promises of staying in contact because you know that she can’t.

“Y/N.” She looks up to you and it takes your everything not to cry. She looks so defeated, so goddamn broken. “Come with me.” Her voice cracks and a tear escapes your eye. “Please.” She begs.

“I can’t, Nat.” Her face falls as you kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

“But why!?” She shouts and it fucking breaks your heart.

“I-I” Your voice trembles as you answer and you realize that you’re already crying. “I can’t leave Ma. She adopted me.” You sob softly as you cup her cheek. “I can’t leave her, Nat.” She understands so she leans into your hand and you kiss her. She kisses you back passionately and you two don’t stop until you ran out of air. As you catch your breath, you look into her eyes and you smile sadly. “Sometimes, I wish she should’ve adopted you.” Nat’s tears fall again at your words. “Then maybe you wouldn’t have suffered this much. Didn’t hurt this much.” She shakes her head and she tries to correct you when someone calls her name. You two turn and it was Clint. You met him briefly when Natalia told you about defecting. Leaving Russia and going to America. She needed to go. You nod to Clint then you briefly kiss Natalia. “Go, моя любовь.” She turns and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You felt someone squishing your heart as you watch her walk away. And when she leaves on the helicopter? You felt your world break, and you cry into the night. Shout without anyone hearing you. You go home, feeling empty and numb. Your voice was hoarse and your mother was waiting for you with her ginger ale. Once you’ve emptied your cup, she pulls you into her arms and you begin sobbing again.

Begging for anyone to watch over the love of your life.

And every minute

I haven't learned

Even If others insist, I will still wait for you

You are beside me at the last moment

Is it a sin if our hearts are the winner?

It’s been ten years. Ten years since you’ve last seen her.

It’s been three years since your mother died.

“Master Y/N?” You turn around and a woman approaches you. “We appreciate your donations to the museum, master.” You nod and smile at your painting. It was Natalia. It will always be her. “If it is not a rude question.” The woman turns silent, and you realize she’s waiting for you to answer, so you nod. “May I ask who she is? Lately, it seems a portrait of her is always in your exhibitions… and you won’t let anyone buy them at all. Instead, you keep donating the portraits to museums.”

“It’s because she’s a work of art.” You grin. “She’s not allowed to be monopolized by just one person. That’s why I don’t sell her portraits.” Then you smirk at the painting. “She’s better taken care of… if she’s seen by the world.” The woman nods and you can’t help but smile sadly at your painting.

‘I haven’t forgotten, Nat. I’m still waiting. I don’t want forever with anyone but you.’ Your friends knew her. Knew how she broke your heart, how you spent months getting over her. How even after all these years, that you still wait for her to come back. To send a letter. Anything. They always said that you were too good for her. That she just used you. But you never listen.

Because your heart says otherwise. So if people ask about her, even your friends who seem to hate her, there’s always one question that you hit back to them.

“Is it a sin if our hearts are the winner?” And you grin and they shut up and leave you alone.

A/N:

моя любовь. - moya lyubov - My Love

Please try to listen to them... it's all in Filipino though. But their heart breaking lyrics is just off the charts.

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader #Marvel #Natasha Romanoff Fanfic #natasha x you #black widow x reader #black widow x you

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 3 years

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Space to Run, Space to Hide

fandom: marvel

pairing: winterhawk

~ 1.1k

Clint

He’s not running away. He’s not. He just needs some…

space.

Yeah. Space.

The city gets too close sometimes, so many people all shoved together, an overfilled bookshelf– no room to move, barely any room to breathe. Even the Tower, with its huge open floor plans and giant windows, just reminds him that he’s a rat in a cage. So sometimes he just has to grab Lucky and run– well, okay, fly– away for a while.

It has absolutely nothing to do with anything that may or may not have happened between him and a certain metal-armed supersoldier four days ago.

Nothing at all.

ii.

Clint

It feels good to work. Clint spends two days splitting wood, and it’s too exhausting to think of anything at all. He doesn’t even dream.

Then he repairs a barn door, a storm window, a porch step. He replaces two fence posts and cuts down a large, recently damaged tree. His muscles burn with the different kind of use and he falls into bed every night.

iii.

Lucky

Lucky runs and sprawls in sunlight. Sometimes his human throws ball or stick, sometimes they eat pizza, but mostly his human is busy doing human things. He does noisy things, or things with big sticks– sticks too heavy to throw– and that is boring, so Lucky chases rabbits. Or rolls in grass. He even chases a butterfly, but doesn’t really try to catch it. He just likes the way it moves.

After a whole day with big sticks Lucky brings his human a small stick. A chasing stick. He wags his tail and licks his human’s face.

I’m sorry boy. I’ve been ignoring you today, haven’t I.

Lucky’s human does magic ear scratches. Almost as good as pizza. When he stops Lucky licks his face again. Lucky likes the sounds his human makes when he gets licked.

Am I hiding out here, boy?

Lucky tilts his head. Does his human want something?

I didn’t mean to kiss him! It just… happened. He keeps making me coffee and he’s just so hot with his murder glare and his eyes peeking out from behind that fall of hair and he’s quiet but when he smiles I just–

Lucky tilts his head again. His human is looking at him, waiting, so Lucky gives a soft woof. His human buries his face in Lucky’s fur.

You’re right. Of course you’re right. I’ll call Tasha in the morning. She always knows what to do.

Tasha? Lucky knows that human. She brings good treats. Lucky wags his tail, gives another small woof.

Okay. Fine. I’ll call now. Come on boy, phone’s in the house.

iv.

Natasha

Took you long enough.

Silence.

A long silence.

But Natasha can wait forever, and Clint knows it. He’ll break first.

I did something stupid.

She holds in the laugh. I know that, little bird.

Tash, I… I kissed Bucky.

Kissing Bucky wasn’t the stupid thing, glupiy. running away after was the stupid thing. he’s–

But she stops, because maybe this part isn’t hers to tell.

You already know?

She doesn’t answer stupid questions.

Look. You need to come home. Hiding on the farm isn’t going to solve anything.

She hears his sigh, hears Lucky scratch and jingle his tags.

Not yet. Soon, maybe.

He hangs up without saying goodbye; she’s left staring out the window but all she sees is Clint and Bucky and a quinjet and an Iowa sunset– and she wonders if these four things are compatible.

Bucky

Natalia didn’t explain, just gave Bucky that look and told him to be ready to leave in twenty. Pack a bag, she’d said. So now he’s on a quinjet heading into the setting sun, feeling more nervous with each passing mile.

Because Natalia only gets this agitated for Clint Barton.

Barton’s been off the grid for over a week. Since that day in the kitchen–

Bucky closes his eyes, remembering. After Barton swallowed his mandatory giant mugs of coffee– two, seemingly without a breath– they’d decided to make breakfast for the team. So they’d been at the stove together, bumping elbows and cracking jokes and eggs all at once. They’d been laughing when they’d come face to face…

He’s glad Natalia is concentrating on landing… wherever it is they are. He can school his features, can wear his “soldat” mask, but he can’t stop the blush rising up his neck to his cheeks when he remembers that kiss. He’d been surprised, sure, but only for a fraction of a breath. Then he’d kissed back– and with enthusiasm.

They’re on the ground; Natalia’s flipping switches, settling the quinjet to its rest. I know where you sleep, she says casually. Just keep that in mind.

He doesn’t react at all– no twitch, no flinch– but she smiles, says, Good. We understand each other. The smile is all knives and poison.

He does understand. But he doesn’t need this warning from Natalia. He doesn’t want to hurt Barton.

He just wants to find out what it feels like to hold onto him. To kiss him again.

Maybe even…

But that is for later.

vi.

Clint

The sun is setting when the quinjet lands in his yard. He’s been expecting it; Tasha likes to “fix” things for him. She’s the most annoying big (little) sister he could ever ask for.

She’s lucky he loves her so much.

Here to knock me out and carry me home?

She gives her most innocent smile. He shivers.

I just came for a visit, little bird. Don’t be so paranoid.

We both know that’s a lie. He hugs her anyway, even kisses the top of her head, because she’s his Natasha.

And then Bucky walks off the plane.

vii.

Lucky

Lucky hears Tasha’s voice after the big noise stops, so he runs to the yard to see what is happening.

His human stands very still, looking at another human. Lucky sniffs the air, sneezes. The other human smells sharp. Tangy. Like shiny things that hurt to chew.

Bucky?

You didn’t say anything. You just ran away.

I–

It’s okay. I just– I thought maybe we could… try it again?

Lucky’s human sits down on the grass Hard. Did he fall? He falls sometimes.

Lucky checks to see if his human is okay.

He smells okay, no sick or hurt smells. Maybe it is time for pets. He lays on his human’s lap and yes, he gets pets. And the magic ear scratches. Lucky wags his tail.

Lucky wiggles himself around to lick his human’s face– but the human is in his way. Not Tasha, the other one. He’s on the grass too, with his face squished right up against Lucky’s human’s face.

Lucky flops down, huffs out his breath. He’s going to have to wait until later for more ear scratches.

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NaPoWriMo Day 23 || clint barton and space

for @wolfarrowepz

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2021 #winterhawk #free verse #poetry #marvel poetry #clint barton pov #bucky barnes pov #natasha romanov pov #lucky the pizza dog pov #mutual pining #fluff #clint's farm #natasha is a good bro #story in verse

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