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OBEY ME X TWISTED WONDERLAND
how this started thank aeriine solamber for helping me and go check their tumblr
part 2 of how this started
my oc yuu
pactmarks
random ideas
random things about them (some nfsw)
favourite teachers
their past
sassy little sh*t
yuu afterlife
obey me
sweet family moments
lucifer and yuu/mammon and yuu/levi and yuu/satan and yuu/asmo(assmoan) and yuu/beel and yuu/
mammon true treasure chest
Lothan
ceberus
pride month
micheal meets yuu
how yuu calms satan on a rampage
suprise visit
suprise visit 2
i love you!
unlce dia and yuu
yuu pet
yuu plushies
solomon turned them into a baby
periode choas
twisted wonderland
sorting ceremony aeriine solamber the begining
first P.E lesson
deuce and yuu relationship
random idea
deuce x yuu started
curse..?
deuce x yuu deja f*cking vu.../deuce x yuu dense/yuu sense of humour/deuce x yuu yuu flirting/deuce x yuu mommy's boy
headcanon pactmarks aeriine
yuu anti bulling
yuu and sebek loud/yuu and sebek training
deuce x yuu motherfigures aeriine
deuce and yuu (oc) relationship
deuce x fem!reader surprise visit (smut)
yuu being proud of deuce
yuu and the sun aeriine
sleepkoala aeriine
silver and yuu
azul and yuu
halloween
part two of halloween
harry potter
you're the transfer 3th year student from America, who got sorted into slytherin while also becoming closer and closer with the golden trio. its safe to say when you got transfered to hogwarts your life became anything but peacefull.
hermione x fem!reader series
oneshot hermione x fem!reader jealousy
oneshot hermione x fem!reader valentine's day
oneshot hermione x fem!reader night swim
oneshot hermione x fem!reader amusement park date
Those who don't learn from the past are doomed to repeat it
mcu
natasha x fem!stark!reader surprise, i'm married bitch!
natasha x stark!reader were not family, were a team
Polite chatter over a full string orchestra fills your ears. Your boyfriend is flitting around the room, making small talk with shady millionaires, trying to get them to donate to whatever charity this gala is for. It's times like these that almost make you feel like you're back home. You flash a dazzling smile as you glide through the crowd, shaking hands and welcoming guests. It's second nature to you at this point, the glitz and glam.
You sigh, watching Dick charm the room with his beautiful smile and charming personality. It's amusing how fake he is; you can see how the smile doesn't reach his eyes, and the quick dart of his eyes when the person he's talking to says something shallow. His eyes find yours as he is mid-conversation with some politician and his wife, the wife very obviously trying to keep Dicks eyes on her but failing.
And that's when you see it, the slight fall of his façade and he goes from Dickie Grayson Bruce Wayne's son to your Dick, the man who crawled over the wall around your heart and nestled himself in the cracks of your brain.
You take a sip of the champagne that was handed to you, flat because you have been nursing the same drink for an hour. You grimace at the taste but take another sip.
"I do not understand why you continue to drink when you so clearly do not enjoy it."
"I'm trying to condition myself to like it" you say, taking another sip, "Like drinking poison in hopes to be immune to it." (you are)
"Tch," the small boy shakes his head, " I don't understand why father insists on our making an appearance at these dull things. There are many better things I could be doing with my time."
"Just one of the sacrifices you have to make as a Wayne, I suppose"
"And as a significant other." Damian retorts, " Although I appreciate the company, why are you not mingling with the imbeciles with my brother?"
You huff through your nose, "My social battery is running low, plus Dick Grayson is dazzling enough for the both of us, wouldn't you say?"
Damian rolls his eyes, "Lucky for us. I suppose"
You smile the first true smile that night, "Yes, very lucky."
Before Damian could get another word in, Barbra approached both of you with a smile, "Well, hello, gorgeous girl"
You blushed at the compliment, " Look whos talking, that color looks beautiful on you."
Barbra was wearing a dark blue, almost black dress that hugged all her curves just right and made her copper hair pop. She struck a silly pose at your compliment and let out a little laugh with you as Damian rolled his eyes at the antics.
"Gordon, I am surprised to even see you here. I thought you were...working."
"Well, Dad couldn't make an appearance, so I decided to show my face. Although it's a bit dull since someone stole my gala partner," Barbra jests, nudging you with a smirk. You huff a laugh at the comment and turn to look at Dick, still flittering between guests.
"If I had known coming to these galas meant I also had to socialize, I would've let you keep him."
Speaking of, it seemed like Dick had seen her and come up to the duo. He slid in between you, wrapping an arm around Barbra's waist, pulling her in for a side hug.
"Hey! I thought you'd be uh...working tonight?" He grins as he rests his hand on the small of your back. You notice he is a bit stiffer than usual.
"Maybe because Oracle isn't available tonight, so Bruce is just relying on Alfred." You think to yourself, feeling the warmth of your boyfriend's hand shift as he moves it towards the side of your body and pulls you into him. You feel your body heat up at the sudden contact and look up at Dick, seeing the grin turn into a slight smirk before shifting back.
Barbra clears her throat looking away pointedly, " I think Bruce will be okay, besides who knows when I'll get to wear a pretty dress again."
"Honestly Dickie, god forbid a girl wants a night off", you teasingly say.
Dick raises his hands in surrender, offering a quick apology when the conversation is interrupted once again.
"Barbra Gordon don't you look radiant." A man approaches, some lawyer that you and Dick made conversation with. Barbra smiles falsely before shes whisked away, forced to converse with the man. You and Damian laugh at her misfortune grateful that isn't either of you and you turn to see Dicks reaction, assuming he'd also be amused at the situation.
And while he is smiling along with the two of you, you notice his jaw is tense, and he's more focused on Barbra and the lawyer. You frown, rub his hand on your hip, and lean into him, whispering in his ear, "Is that guy shady?"
Dick snaps his head to you, brow furrowed, "What?"
"You got that look on your face when something's going on." You reply, "Is the guy shady? Do you want me to fake throwing up to save Barb?"
Dick exhales through his nose in amusement and kisses your forehead, "Nah, baby, don't worry, Barb can take care of herself. I just don't really trust this crowd, you know?"
And you did know. More than he knew you knew.
Back when you went to the Stark galas with your dad, he also never liked it when you went off on your own. In fact, you used to roll your eyes at it.
*Flashback*
" Anthony, you know that I'm seventeen, right?" You say, exasperated, unamused by your father's overprotective antics.
He just pulled you away from the first interesting conversation you've had at this gala since you got there. And it happened to be with a handsome heir to a multimillion-dollar company.
Tony Stark, everybody! billionaire, genius, philanthropist, Avenger, and apparently professional cockblocker.
Your dad takes a sip of his drink. "Yes, I am well aware."
You narrow your eyes at the audacity."So why are you acting like I need a babysitter?"
"Because you do."
That causes you to scoff, amused but a tad hurt at the implications, " Wow, nice to know that my dad has such faith in me"
"Thats not what I said,"
'It's literally what you said."
Tony sighs as he looks over your shoulder, glaring at the young man still looking your way, staring at you like a hungry dog.
"I am not saying you can't handle yourself, birdy."
You raise an eyebrow, " really cause the whole intimidating dad routine says the opposite."
"Y/n."
His voice softens, and you immediately sense the shift. He's not being Tony Stark or Iron Man in that moment; he's just being your dad.
"I'm saying I know people."
Your teasing expression slightly fades.
"You... know people?"
"Yeah." He looks around the room, his smile completely slips from his face as he studies the crowd. " I know exactly how these people work"
You follow his gaze, trying to see what he sees.
The politicians laugh too loudly and are too fake.
Businessmen shaking hands making seceret deals.
People just smiling too widely while calculating what they can get from one another.
"They aren't all bad." You say.
"Yeah, I know," he says, looking back at you, "But you have this wonderful habit of assuming everyone has good intentions because you want to see the best in people."
You squint, about to argue, but you can't. Cause he was right.
"And my job," he continues," Is to make sure that the people who don't have good intentions never get close enough to hurt you."
Your expression softens, " You are so dramatic"
Tony laughs, " Absolutely"
A small smile pulls at his lips. "I am a dramatic person, haven't you met me?"
You laugh despite yourself.
Tony grins, pleased he got one out of you. He then fixes his jacket and gestures towards the crowd. "Come on, kid, you can talk to a handsome billionaire heir another time."
"You mean the one you scared away?"
"He was intimidated by my charm."
"He looked terrified."
"Same thing."
You roll your eyes, but you let him guide you away.
Because that's the thing about Tony.
He could be annoying.
Overbearing.
Ridiculously protective.
But you always knew why.
He wasn't trying to control you.
He was trying to make sure you came home.
*Flash forward*
And suddenly, standing in Wayne Manor you're watching Dick do the same exact thing. And you understand.
You understand how he scans the room and notices every person who gets too close. You understand the way he can smile at someone while silently calculating whether they're a threat or not.
It's familiar and comforting because you spent your whole life surrounded by people who loved you enough to be annoying.
Tony, Natasha, Clint, Pepper. The list can go on, and now you can add Dick.
"I'm going to save Babs baby, I'll be right back." Dick says as he dryly kisses your cheek and manuvers his way in between Barbra and the Lawyer, just like your dad did with you and the heir.
Then suddenly, you weren't worried about the lawyer
You weren't worried about the crowd.
And you weren't worried about whatever Dick thought might be hiding in the crowd that night. No, it was something you couldn't fight.
It was their history. Their memories.
Dick and Barbra snicker as the Lawyer stomps off mad at whatever Dick told him. He grabs her hand like he as a million times before you even existed to him, and pulls her into a small sway as they try to dance to the edge of the crowd, back to you and Damian.
Your eyes drift back toward Barbara.
And you hate yourself a little for noticing.
Because Barbara is wonderful.
That's the worst part.
She isn't cruel.
She isn't trying to steal him away.
She doesn't make you feel unwelcome.
If anything, she makes it harder because you understand why Dick cares about her.
She was there.
Before the late nights at Wayne Manor.
Before the quiet moments in the kitchen when neither of you could sleep.
Before he learned all your little habits and you learned all of his.
She knew that version of him that you never got to meet, and there's some selfish, insecure part of you that wonders if that version of Dick was happier.
"Stop doing that."
You snap back into reality.
Damian is staring up at you with an unimpressed expression.
ou blink.
"Doing what?"
"Thinking yourself into an unnecessary emotional spiral."
You stare at him.
"Wow. That's a very Damian way of saying that."
"I am not wrong."
You sigh.
"No. You aren't."
Damian studies you for a moment then looks at Dick and BArbr, " Grayson is an idiot. But hes an idiot that is very obnoxiously in love with you."
Your expression softens, "Yeah...I know."
And that's what sucks, because you know that Dick loves you; that's not the problem.
You know he chooses you.
You know he comes home to you.
But sometimes, when you look at him standing beside someone who knew him before you...
you can't help but wonder if a part of him is still waiting for the life he had before.
Before you.
But then there's a sudden laugh, and Dick is looking back at you. Then, for a second, the whole room disappears.
Hey y'all... I hope you didn't get tired of me. I realized that I can use Grammarly to correct my writing, so if you see changes to the previous parts, I'm actually editing lol.
The silver-haired lady left after her monologue, leaving you spiraling. You already figured out that this silver-haired lady knew your mother. But it had to be a lie.
As far as you knew, Christine grew up in the upper-class part of Gotham, then went to New York for university. But then again, you didn’t know your mother too well.
But then what did this lady want with you? And how did she know that Christine called you petal??
Your thoughts spiraled out of control. You could feel your heart beating faster as you heard a beeping noise become more frequent. You were hooked up to a machine. They were monitoring you but for what??
You grunt as you twist your arms trying to loosen your restraints, hissing at the burn. You feel your skin chafing as it rubs against the leather and metal.
At least they padded the cuff for you.
You sigh, knowing it’s useless to overexert yourself. You take a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves and settle your heartbeat. You’ve already decided that you don’t want these people to know that you’re scared. You think back to the training Natasha and Bucky taught you.
Everything they said all boiled down to not letting them know you’re scared. It makes you unpredictable.
The door hisses open, and two men walk in. They're silent, not mouthy like the first man. They walk past where you're strapped down and check the machine that seems to be monitoring you.
“Her heartbeat was spiked” they mumbled, “we need her calm for this next part..you know what stress does to these experiments”
“Excuse me?? Experiments??” You replied, unnerved at the way they talk about you like an object. In fact, they barely glance at you when you speak up. Just a quick once over and continue talking.
“How do we even know this is going to work? All the other ones died.”
“All but one…”
“How do we even know this is her kid though? Didn’t she adopt a bunch??”
They were officially talking about Christine.
“ Look at her, she's got that woman's whole face."
You were unnerved, set aside the fact that you're strapped to a table and no one knows where you're at, these people were literally talking about you like you weren't there. Like they didn't just kidnap you.
Before you could get another quip in though they turned from the machine they were fiddling with and approached you with a syringe.
"What the fuck is that." You spit, struggling against your restraints, "Get the fuck away from me!"
The only response you get is a chuckle and a " Sorry, kid," before they inject you with a heavy sedative. And with that, your lids start to get heavy, and your vision becomes blurry. Before you succumb to the drugs, you hear the hiss of the automatic doors opening and see the silver-haired lady. You feel the cold hands stroke your hair again as she sweetly whispers, "Calm yourself, child."
On the other side of town, chaos resumes in the Wayne manor.
Peter is arguing with Dick and Jason about different ways to track down your captors, while Tony and Pepper are close to jumping Christine. At the same time, Christine is too busy crying, and Wade is arguing with Damian for no reason. Bruce has a headache at the chaotic scene in front of him as he emerges from the shadows already in his suit.
"Enough." He barely even raises his voice, and the room gets quiet. The group faces the Batman, half skeptical and the other anticipating his next move.
Bruce removes his cowl and sets it beside the Batcomputer.
"Every second we waste aruging is another second that they have to move her or worse."
His eyes sweep across the room, ' Whoever took Y/n planned this. They are organized, funded, and confident enough to kidnap someone publicly under the protection of the Avengers."
Tony scoffs at this, " Someone kidnapped my kid, that's not confidence, that's pure stupidity."
Bruce folds his arms, a scowl forming as he thinks out loud, " That means they believe that we can't find them."
The room gets quiet as the air gets intense. A dangerous calm settles over the room.
"They're wrong." Bruce states with certainty, " Dick, Jason, you two check every warehouse connected to the kidnapping route. Tim, I need surveillance footage from every camera within five miles. Oracle, I want traffic, drones, satellites, everything."
Tony interrupts,
"Actually, while you had your little action movie moment, I had FRIDAY hack half of the city's cameras."
Everyone turned to Tony as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing.
"I've got satellites, facial recognition, Stark drones, Friday running every traffic camera from here to Jersey, and I've got exactly..." He glanced at his watch. "...nothing."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Pepper reached for his arm, but he pulled away before realizing what he'd done.
"I'm sorry," he muttered quietly before looking back at Bruce.
"I don't care if they're HYDRA, the League of Assassins, AIM, aliens, or a damn cult. Whoever took her made the biggest mistake of their lives."
Jason crossed his arms.
"Trust me. We all feel that way."
Tony's head snapped toward him.
"No." His voice was sharp. "You don't."
The room went still.
Tony stopped pacing, his chest rising and falling as he tried and failed to rein in his emotions.
"You weren't there when she refused to take off that pink butterfly costume for an entire week before her first ballet recital."
A humorless laugh escaped him.
"Or when she got food poisoning after eating gas station sushi and somehow convinced herself she had dysentery because she'd just learned about the Oregon Trail."
A few heads turned toward Peter, who quietly muttered, "I remember that day"
Tony barely heard him.
"You don't know every word to Mamma Mia! because it's her comfort movie. You don't know she puts it on whenever she's had a bad day, or that she cries every single time during Slipping through my fingers plays even though she says she doesn't."
His voice cracked, and for a moment, the anger faded into something much worse.
"You especially don't know what it was like holding her every night when she cried herself to sleep because she thought her mom was finally going to come home."
Christine flinched. Not because Tony was trying to hurt her.
Because every word landed exactly where it was supposed to.
Tony looked around at everyone, his eyes red but unwavering.
"So no, Jason... you care. I know you do."
He swallowed, forcing himself to steady his voice.
"But don't tell me you know what this feels like. It makes me want to punch you in the face."
Jason didn't argue.
Because he did understand one thing.
Tony wasn't angry at him; he was terrified.
Before anyone could respond—
BEEP.
A sharp alarm cut through the cave.
Everyone turned.
The Batcomputer flashed red.
At the exact same time, FRIDAY's voice echoed throughout the room.
"Boss."
Tony looked toward the holographic display.
"I have a match."
Bruce moved toward the console.
"Oracle?"
"Already pulling it up."
A grainy security image appeared on both screens.
A black transport van moved through the streets of Gotham.
Peter froze.
His face drained of color.
"No."
Tony looked at him.
"What?"
Peter stepped closer to the screen, staring at the vehicle.
"That's it."
The room went quiet.
Wade, who had been unusually silent, slowly walked toward the display.
His expression changed.
"Yeah."
He pointed at the screen.
"That's the one."
Tony looked between them.
"You both recognize it?"
Peter swallowed.
"We saw it."
The words came out quietly.
"The night she was taken."
Everyone froze.
Peter's hands curled into fists.
"I remember everything about that night."
His eyes stayed on the screen.
"The way it pulled up. The way they moved. The way they knew exactly what they were doing."
Wade's usual humor was gone.
"They weren't improvising."
He tapped the screen.
"That van wasn't some random getaway vehicle. It was planned."
Christine covered her mouth as the color drained from her face. Her eyes glazed over as she lost herself in her own head. Nobody noticed the slight tremble in her hands as she drew closer to the screen in front of her.
Tony stared at the location.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then Tony's face hardened.
"Suit up."
Bruce nodded, putting his cowl on.
Jason and Dick make eye contact and move to put on their masks.
Summary: You share a drunk kiss with your friend Kara, but it turns out you were both sober.
Masterlist
Kara is supposed to be your friend. A friend that you may or may not have kissed. You both passed it off as a drunken incident. Neither of you brought it up or talked about it.
However the kiss has been marinating in your mind since it happened a few days ago. The more you think about it, the more things you start to realize.
The first thing you realize is that you weren’t that drunk if you remember the night with a crystal clear clarity.
The second thing is that Kara is Supergirl. She is from the planet Krypton. Kara should not be able to get drunk on Earth. It would take a godly amount of booze to even get her buzzed.
So the more you think about it, it becomes less of a drunk kiss. Which completely intimidates you.
Why would Supergirl kiss you of all people?
If you were being honest, it was more than just a simple peck. They were throwing a party for the Justice League. Something about a world ending threat being annihilated. Clark had invited you so you decided to go.
At some point in the night you end up outside of the party. You’re sitting on a bench in a beautiful backyard, with a full view of every star in the sky.
It’s only you out there until Kara joins.
“The party is inside you know?”
“I know.”
She takes a seat, leaving no space between the two of you. You aren’t complaining, the cold air had been almost freezing. Her natural body heat made you feel warm almost instantly.
“You okay?”
The question causes you to look at her. You don’t mean to react, but you don’t think you’ve been this close to her before. She’s beautiful. It’s not new information, but seeing her glow in the pale moon light definitely amplified the way you felt about her.
You try your best not to break eye contact with her, but for a split second you look at her lips.
“I’m fine.”
She hums, “I don’t think I like that answer.”
You shrug lightly, “Well it’s my answer.”
The Kryptonian shakes her head, “That’s not going to work for me. What’s going to take your evening from fine to great?”
The words leave your mouth without your permission, “I could think of something.”
The panic is almost instant as you turn your head away from Kara. She’s not an idiot and she’s not as bad at taking hints as Clark. You know that she knows exactly what you’re insinuating.
You’re in shock when you feel Kara delicately turn your face back to hers. She leaves her fingers against your cheek. The look she’s giving you only makes your heart beat faster.
“Like what?” Her smile is full of mischief.
She leans in first. You follow her lead. It really does start off innocently enough. She tries to pull away, you chase her, recapturing her lips. When you pull away, it’s her pulling you back in.
At some point you climb into her lap. Your hands are on her shoulders, and hers are around your waist. You’re both holding back moans. Neither of you are concerned about the party. You’re wrapped up in each other.
You have no idea how long you kiss for. All you know is that Kara’s lips are soft and she uses cherry chapstick.
The kiss ends abruptly when you hear the back door open, indicating that someone was coming out. You jump off of Kara nearly falling. She’s quick to stabilize you with a singular arm.
“Oh my god, it’s so nice out here. The air is fresh,” Jimmy enters the yard with a group of people in tow.
He approaches the two of you for small talk, which you engage with normally. Kara’s arm keeps its place against your side throughout the interaction.
When Jimmy leaves , Clark comes to steal Kara for some hero chat with the rest of the league. You do wait for awhile but eventually you end up leaving the party.
The next time you see Kara neither you address it, and that persists between then and now.
You had thought that this was for the best, but now it’s all you can think about. She’s all you can think about.
You let out a huff of annoyance. Little did you know, not too far from you Kara was having the same dilemma.
She wasn’t drunk at all that night. She knew you weren’t drunk either.
“You’ve been moping since the party,” Clark says as he walks past the couch Kara is currently sprawled out on.
She just gives him a disinterested hum.
“Is this cause of the kiss?”
She sits up straight, “How do you know about that?”
“Super hearing,” he says nonchalantly.
Kara groans.
Clark takes a seat next to Kara, “I don’t understand why neither of you are going for it if I’m being honest.”
Kara squints, “You think she’d go for me?”
Clark nods his head, “Kara you’re a literal super hero.”
“That’s not always a good thing Clark. What if it’s too much for her?”
Clark waves Kara off, “Y/n has pulled a chunk of miscellaneous alien tech from my ribs. Don’t think the profession discourages her.”
“I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
The dark haired man places a hand on her shoulder, “You won’t, you should really go talk to her.”
The blonde is reluctant but she gets up, “Do you ever get tired of the whole boy scout thing?”
“I could never get tired of being helpful,” he smiles genuinely.
She rolls her eyes, “Oh brother.”
“Cousin actually,” he jokes.
Kara moves towards the door without a glance at her cousin. When she opens it you’re standing there with your fist up. She immediately closes the door.
Before she panics and opens it again.
“Hi, um sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there. I was actually coming to see you, if I can believe that,” the blonde laughs nervously.
“Hey Y/n.”
You wave at the man inside, “Hey Clark.”
Kara narrows her eyes, “So you’re just going to ignore me?”
Your eyes lock on hers and she feels the pull instantly, “Hi Kara.”
She softens, “Hi Y/n.”
Your hands fall behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet, “I came to see if you maybe wanted to go on a walk.”
Kara tosses a glance over her shoulder. Clark is looking on with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back later.”
“Have fun you two.”
The door shuts behind her.
“I take it this is one of those walks where it doesn’t really matter where we’re going.”
You nod, “Definitely one of those walks.”
“Do you mind if I take us somewhere?”
“Lead the way Supergirl,” that pulls a small chuckle from Kara.
You walk side by side in silence. It’s not awkward, but there’s definitely something in the air. The streets are crowded today. It makes you a little anxious, but you don’t harp on it.
As if she can sense it, Kara takes hold of your hand. She doesn’t ask or address it. The Kryptonian simply places her hand in yours. It does work to lessen some of your nerves.
You end up in a park. Kara heads straight for the swings. She sits first and you follow her lead.
“I think you know what we need to talk about,” you break the silence.
She nods, “I know.”
You sigh, “We kissed.”
She finishes your thought, “And we were not under any kind of influence.”
You begin to kick your feet lightly in the seat of the swing, “So what does that mean?”
Kara copies your motion. “It means I finally got to do something that I wanted to do for a long time now.”
“You wanted to kiss me?” There’s disbelief in your words.
“Of course I wanted to kiss you, Y/n. There’s no one else like you on this planet, or any other planet for that matter.”
You glance at her, “You’re literally-”
She shakes her head, “I know, and if that’s a deal breaker for you I get it.”
“It’s not,” you say quickly.
“Are you sure?”
You smile, “Very sure.”
Kara stops her momentum and you do the same. The way she’s looking at you makes you feel warm inside. You can see the nerves in her expression. The determination is there too, in the way she sets her jaw.
“I think we should be more than friends. I’ve had these feelings for awhile,” she admits.
You tease her, “Like friends with benefits.”
She responds softly, “No, not that. I already care too much about you for that to work.”
You get off of your swing and stand in front of Kara. “I was just joking. I want something more with you too.”
She tilts her head up to meet your eyes, “Yeah?”
You extend your hand and she takes it, allowing you to pull her up. “Yeah.”
She ends up less than a foot in front of you. There’s a reserved smile breaking out across her face. It feels contagious as you begin to mirror her expression.
“Can I kiss you again?” Kara’s hands are already hovering over your waist when she asks.
You don’t reply verbally. You give her the smallest of nods. She leans in more hesitantly this time. The blonde’s movements are stuttering, building up the anticipation.
You can’t wait anymore. You meet her halfway. It catches her by surprise but she relaxes almost instantly.
Supergirl only pulls away because you’re in a public place. Her forehead rests against yours and her eyes are closed. Yours are open, you revel in the expression she’s making.
Unable to help yourself, your thumb reaches up to pull Kara’s lip down, just a little. You see her full body shiver.
“You like that?”
Her eyes open, “I like everything you do.”
Heat crawls up your face immediately, “I really like you too Kara.”
“What if I took you out right now?”
“Like a date?”
She pecks your lips again. “Yeah like a date.”
You’re practically swooning, “I’d love that.”
She loops her arm through yours. “Let’s go then, pretty girl.”
I checked my in progress tab on my reader and I am legitimately in the middle of SIXTY-FOUR HEATED RIVALRY fics. The problem is that so many fics sound amazing, so I open them up, read for an hour, then check the AO3 tags so I don't get too far behind, and oh there's three new fics that look absolutely stellar and two wips updated that I'm gagged about, so gotta add those to the pile, too. And then repeat that every single day for four months. I want to complain about this! But it's also the opposite of a problem! Oh no I have too many delightful fics to read, oh no there's too much outstanding feelings and porn, oh no my diamond shoes are too tight, wahhhh.
HEATED RIVALRY - NO I WON’T BE CHILL ABOUT THE GAY HOCKEY PLAYERS SHOW:
Bonded Pair: Do Not Separate by FriPie, ilya/shane & david/yuna & rose & svetlana & centaurs, NSFW, 20k wip
Given Ilya and Shane's history, they should be able to handle a few weeks apart. So when Ilya was out with an injury and Shane needed to head back on the road, they would cope. Shane would be occupied with adjusting to his new team and Ilya would be occupied with twitter and the trials and tribulations of British Bakers. And they would be just so normal about it. Obviously.
reheating by PenAndInkPrincess, ilya/shane & david/yuna & cast, NSFW, 47.9k
Shane is trying not to be obviously enjoying Ilya’s turmoil as much as he is, shifting Anya to lay on her back like a baby in one arm and cooing at her. “I know, huh? Papa left and played with who knows how many other dogs, and the whole time you were here missing him. I bet he wasn’t even thinking about you, huh?” “Hollander!” Ilya says, sounding scandalized. “Do not tell her that! Is not true!”
quick, he needs more hockey! by SafelyCapricious, ilya/shane & scott/kip & carter, 10.5k
So the first sign Scott has that something had happened is when his coach catches him after practice — he stayed late to help two of the rookies — and tells him that management wants to talk to him as soon as possible. Shane Hollander has been traded to the Admirals.
Above the Clouds, the Sky is Always Blue by khaleesiofalicante, ilya/shane & rose & oc & cast, nsfw, 33.5k
“They both want to fuck you. That entire family is trying to fuck you. I think we should call the police. Put restraining order for your hole.” “Ilya, are you drunk?” “Hollander, this is a serious problem!” “Just because he is gay, it doesn’t mean he wants to fuck me.” Shane scoffs. “Maybe he’s a bottom too.” “So, that’s your problem? Not that he wants your hole?” “Ilya, I swear, if you don’t stop saying that word—” “It’s wrong, you know,” Ilya informs seriously. “You fucked Rose Landry. Now Peter Landry is trying to fuck you. All the holes are connecting. This is basically incest.”
Now You Can Start by deliciousblizzardshark, ilya/shane & svetlana & voyageurs, 14.8k
The problem was that everyone who played for Boston, except for Ilya, was like a million years old and had forgotten what fun was, if they’d ever known. They were all, like, married with kids and their idea of a good time was a barbecue where they drank a few flat weak-ass beers and or went golfing. Ilya just wanted to have fun, okay? He just wanted to live. or Ilya gets traded to Montreal. Everything goes better than expected.
Boston's Shining Star by whenpigssoar, ilya/shane, nsfw, 13.6k
Ilya Rozanov has decade-long beef with Boston’s other star athlete.
Shane Hollander Support Crew by americnxgirl, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & j.j., nsfw, 4.1k
It takes a village to get Shane Hollander through a years' long situationship. AKA. Lily texts Hayden and JJ for help with something. Group chats ensue.
a self-study in wanting by tasteofberries, ilya/shane (& irina), nsfw, 4.9k
“I used to fuck you everyday,” Ilya says bluntly. “Wake you up with blowjob, french kiss your asshole, make you wet and ready for me.” “That is not what french kissing is.” Shane says instead of responding. They have had this conversation before. “French kissing has tongue, I put tongue in your ass. I french kiss it. I romance it. I tell it that it is perfect, that it is apple of my eye. That it is the only thing I will ever need.”
try on calling me "baby" by fizzseed, ilya/shane & centaurs & hayden, nsfw, 6.7k
“Wait, shit, is it really dirty?” He glances over to Ilya, who is now dutifully collecting cones. “It’s not dirty,” Shane laughs. “So what’s the hangup, then?” “It’s… kinda hard to translate.” He continues before Bood can call him on that, “it sounds more old-fashioned in English. Or, it’s fine in Russian, more like. It means my beloved. Or darling, kind of. Russian’s hard to translate directly sometimes.” “Man. That’s some Bridgerton shit.”
baby's first paternity suit by Anonymous, ilya/shane & david/yuna & svetlana & centaurs, NSFW, 7.7k
“Okay,” Ilya says, marching into the locker room and clapping his hands together. “Let’s get it out of the way. I am not father of Texan stripper baby, I did not fuck crazy Texan stripper, Shane is not breaking up with me, blah blah blah.”
Lily My Friend by AshwinMeird, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & j.j., 14.4k
Unknown Number: Pike Unknown Number: Pike, you know how to respond to text? Unknown Number: It has been hours Unknown Number: Respond to this, I need you to check on Shane Hayden: Hayden: Who is this Unknown Number: Lily, I got your number off Shane’s phone OR Hayden gets unwittingly roped into a business partnership with Shane’s secret girl Lily behind Shane’s back but at least he gets a kind of cool friend out of it… even if she is oddly reluctant to call them that.
let me give you innovation (got that good good) by splatticus, ilya/shane & centaurs, NSFW, 14.1k
Shane doesn't have anything against fighting in hockey. Truly he doesn't. But there are a million different things to love about playing on the same team as Ilya Rozanov, and watching him stew in the penalty box like a caged animal is near the bottom of that list for Shane. Ilya can't keep out of the box, so he's not allowed to put it in anymore.
Six Times Shane and Ilya Got Clocked by Azure_K_Mello, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & svetlana & cliff & j.j. & scott & carter, 6.8k
Here's a story of six times people clocked Ilya and Shane over the years.
it's nice to hear your voice again by eemolu, ilya/shane, 3.3k
shane starts leaving ilya voicemails. years later, ilya finds them all
Would you cook for me for $100? by shanesaurus, ilya/shane & cast, 6.6k (semi-)wip
Shane and Ilya are encountered by that guy who asks random people in New York if they'd cook for him for $100. They say yes because Ilya Rozanov watches Youtube Shorts (unfortunately) and recognizes the guy.
jj boiziau: ultimate ally (unfortunately) by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & j.j., 2.1k
(jj tries to matchmake for shane after finding out he’s gay. things unfold. ilya crashes out. jj finds out a little more)
Birds! by pic_in_blue, ilya/shane & david/yuna & hayden & troy/harris & wyatt & rose, nsfw, 11.1k
Shane and Ilya attempt a Big Year of birdwatching across Canada and film it to raise money for the Irina Foundation. It goes about as you'd expect.
MORE RECS UNDER THE CUT because NO I'm not done yet!
'Cause I Always Had a Vision of Us Standing Like This by Waste_the_night, ilya/shane, NSFW, 4.3k
"Where is this cream? I will grab it.” He’s already standing. Shane looks too cozy to get up. “You don’t have to.” Ilya doesn’t say anything, just puts his hands on his hips. “Okay fine – top left.” Shane’s on his stomach when he gets back, the covers pushed down to his knees. He once again looks half asleep. He reaches his hand out and grabs at the air. Ilya waves him off. “I will do it.” He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Shane’s pants down to cup under his incredible ass. “Really?” He asks, sleepily. “It’s kinda personal…” “Hollander.” Ilya rolls his eyes, squeezing the cream onto his fingers. “My tongue has been in your ass. You swallow my cum like it’s water. We are past personal.”
fleur de lis by sun_monsterz, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, nsfw, 21.4k wip
Flowers. There were goddamn flowers—a whole bouquet of lillies—sticking out of Shane’s locker for the whole team to see. “Hollander, you fucking beauty!” Mitty whooped. Someone slapped him on the back. A chorus of hoots and wolf whistles filled the room as everyone took turns peering over shoulders to get a better look. Hayden turned to him, wide-eyed and a little bewildered. “You and Lily are that serious, man?” Shane opened his mouth to reply, but before he could find the words, J.J. cleared his throat exaggeratedly, readying to read something, and oh god, was that a note he’d just pulled out of Shane’s locker? He was going to kill Ilya, seriously.
Unsportsmanlike Flirting by aleksandriel, ilya/shane, 2.1k
Shane Hollander is trying to win a hockey game. Ilya Rozanov is trying to win a hockey game, commit psychological warfare, and maybe flirt so aggressively it becomes a league-wide PR incident.
shane & ilya: certified homophobes by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & scott & carter, 3.1k
Rozanov hello this is ilya rozanov Rozanov can you please stop with this Rozanov i am not homophobic Rozanov hollander is not homophobic Rozanov you are making my life very hard🙄🙄 Vaughny maybe u should stop being a homophobic asshole Scott Well, I’m glad to hear you’re not homophobic but I’d love to see some actual proof of that first. Rozanov i hate you both Rozanov one moment Rozanov i wanted to send picture of me fucking my boyfriend as proof Rozanov but he said no😣😣😣😣
the worst one by miss_minnelli, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & ruby & jade & arthur & amber, 10.8k
Or: Ruby Pike, terrified to come out to her parents, takes the train to Ottawa in the middle of a school day. Ilya and Shane pick up the pieces and put the Pike family back together.
Picture this by Grocerystoredivorce, ilya/shane & hayden, 4.4k
Hayden hates Rozanov. He hates the Boston Raiders, he hates their fans, their arena, their city. Most of all, he hates their captain. But this was too far. Shane had gone too far. Shane was stalking Ilya Rozanov. / Hayden sees intimately familiar photos of Rozanov on Shane's phone. He comes to the obvious conclusion. Shane is stalking his long-time rival.
Growing Sideways by Writer_and_Thrasher, ilya/shane, 8.4k
It feels like he’s gonna throw up. .... Wait. No, it actually feels like he is going to throw up. Or, instead of running out on Ilya, Shane traps himself in the bathroom. With no obvious means of escape, they'll have to do what they're worst at: talk.
plane and simple by UglyGreenJacket, ilya/shane & centaurs, 2.6k
“Hey, Hollander, it’s your turn to tell the story,” Wyatt Hayes interrupts from the row behind them. “The what?” Shane questions, looking to Ilya, who only manages to give him a sort of sympathetic look. “Is this some kind of hazing thing you didn’t tell me about?” Troy Barrett’s head pops up from the row in front of him. “It’s something we do every flight. Harris told the story about his sister and a skunk on that first flight after the incident in Tampa, and it kinda became a thing. Helps to calm everyone’s nerves.”
9:34 a.m. on a Tuesday in a Tampa IHOP by ggfj84, ilya/shane & troy/harris & centaurs, 6.8k
After the Centaurs’ emergency landing, Jane stops texting Ilya. The team begins to wonder if their captain’s mysterious girlfriend deserves him. Then Shane Hollander walks into the Tampa IHOP where the Centaurs are having breakfast.
The Gang's All Here by Selective_attention, ilya/shane & centaurs, 1.9k
HARRIS: Triple B? CAITLIN: Boring CASSIE: Bummer LISA: BIG FAT ASS More Real Housewives shenanigans
an invisible light by WeeBeastie, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2.9k
Or: what happened between Shane sitting in Ilya’s lap and the ‘goodnight Shane/goodnight Ilya’ moment.
Data Analysis Complete by Writer_and_Thrasher, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie, 6.2k
Hayden wants it on the record that this is completely and totally, without question, Shane’s fault. or, 5 times a FitBit gave Hayden some data, and 1 time he crunched the numbers on his own.
cold love, hot blood by emchant3d, ilya/shane, NSFW, 2k
"Another," he says, too brusque, too flat, too rude, but the bartender listens, and he picks up his fresh drink just as this arrogant assuming asshole of a hockey player crowds further into Shane's space and makes that pretty smile flicker. He's crossing the bar in a heartbeat.
the pda police by goldengalaxies, ilya/shane & centaurs, 3.5k
Roz We are good looking and married and in love, is normal to be sexually active Hazy I’m sorry but no. There’s sexually active and there’s YOU TWO Shane @/Hazy I’m confused. We only have sex everyday? Shane That’s not that much, is it? Dykstra I can’t tell if you’re joking or not???? Shane How often is normal? Roz Shut up Roz Everyone is banned from speaking Roz No more talking (overly touchy hollanov get an intervention)
#FindBostonLily by Mumble_Bee, ilya/shane & cast, 3.8k
Amnesiac!Shane knows that he's in love, but not who he's in love with. The internet vows to assist.
just his type by ronbin, ilya/shane & shane/various & scott & cast, nsfw, 5.3k
Shane Hollander has a type. It's not his fault that his hookups keep turning out to be other MLH players. or: finding community in a group of gay hockey players who have all hooked up with the same person
What am i supposed to do? by benizira, ilya/shane & cast, nsfw, 4.2k
Or, Shane's entire icloud storage gets leaked and all of his photos and text messages are out for everyone to see
#OneGoalDoesNotBuiltACareer by Airuna, ilya/shane & hayden/jackie & troy/harris & david/yuna & scott & centaurs, 9.8k
Shane spends a post game interview explaining that his husband is the best captain in the league and accidentally starts a hashtag.
Hit The Jackpot by LadySesame, ilya/shane, 2.6k
Ilya gets high on painkillers and is very in awe of his super hot husband that he apparently has.
#noticing by YankingAwry, ilya/shane & svetlana & rose, 2.5k
“And this is Svetlana! You guys have a fun hockey connection. She’s BFFs with—ooh. What’s his name again, babe?” “Ilya Rozanov,” says Svetlana. Feeling virtuous about it, she offers her hand first. “Don’t tell him I said you have the best hands in the league.” Shane’s face is rigid. “Um. I won’t?”
In Eric Bennett’s Defence by OnTheTake, ilya/shane & eric(/kyle) & cast, 1.6k
Rozanov said my girl, so what was I supposed to think? ft. Eric Bennett.
the trials and tribulations of being a wikipedia editor by snailie, ilya/shane & cast, 2.2k
Ilya is bored out of his mind and decides to start ragebaiting Wikipedia editors or: 5 times Ilya got banned from Wikipedia for vandalism, and 1 time they didn't have a leg to stand on, as told through Wikipedia edit history and talk pages
A Friend Who Knows by goosie_grey, ilya/shane & svetlana, 3.3k
Svetlana’s gaze was unwavering. “Gregori killed Irina. Not quickly. Not cleanly. But he killed her.” A beat. “He killed her the same way you are killing Ilya.” -------- After Svetlana figures out who Ilya's secret Jane is she joins them for lunch.
Probably Fine, Definitely Spiraling by Namastiel, ilya/shane, 4.7k
Shane becomes increasingly convinced that something is wrong when his usually intense sex life with Ilya suddenly slows down. With no clear explanation and plenty of time to spiral, he jumps to the worst conclusions about being unwanted and boring. One dramatic spiral and one honest conversation later and they’re fine, just mildly exasperated and very much still obsessed with each other.
The work wife affair by Anonymous, ilya/shane & troy/harris & centaurs, 2k
“Why did you just get a text from someone called ‘work wife’?” Shane asked his face scrunched up in a way that made Ilya want to squeeze him. “Relax, it’s just Troy.” “You mean Troy Barrett?”
blessing and a curse by Permanent_Reverie, ilya/shane, NSFW, 8.3k
On their first day of summer vacation, Shane wakes up with a pussy. He decides to hide it from Ilya and wait for it to go away. This decision has consequences.
I've decided that this Derpy Tiger hoodie actually belongs to Rumi cause like, that's her little guy. But Zoey just fully stole it when they were getting dressed after the bathhouse because every time Mira or Rumi gets a new hoodie this little goblin rubs her hands together like a fly and says "WE have a new hoodie".
A near-death experience in the cold and the snow causes revelations about you to burn through Natasha's mind…
W.C: 3k
TW: swearing and near death experiences!
Natasha rarely failed at a mission, and when she did, it was always salvageable in some way or another. The consequences rarely affected her directly, and if they did, she’d still get through.
This time, however, she could feel the said consequences in the chill creeping up her spine, in the damp seeping into her feet and numbing every extremity. She didn’t have long left. Her energy was waning, and it was becoming difficult to move. Soon, frostbite would take its hold, sacrificing a limb at a time until the blood froze in her veins and her heart stopped pumping.
She’d racked her brains for every ounce of training, mentally replaying each lesson and experience, but found her preparation for this situation sorely lacking. Natasha had done everything she could. She’d done well to even last this long.
And as her internal organs started to shut down, her brain falling into a freezing fog and quelling down the sense of panic at the prospect of death, she would refuse to admit this was a failure. Natasha had lived longer than she’d expected. During her time at the Red Room, every day felt like her last. Following graduation, each mission risked a swift and merciless end. Her recent role as an Avenger only heightened this possibility. No. Natasha hadn’t failed…
Her eyes had been screwed shut for longer than she could remember, and the snow pelting her face had long since lost its effect. As she huddled, knees to her chest to preserve any remaining body heat, the crude attempt at a shelter collapsing all around her, she realised she felt suddenly warm. Burning up. This was it, the final stage of freezing to death. Yet, she ignored all her mind told her to do, remaining as still as the icicles forming all around her.
And then.
“Natasha!”
A voice on the breeze. A hallucination, surely. Some kind of religious relief beckoning her to the afterlife, hopefully.
“Nat!”
It was familiar to her, but her muddled mind couldn’t quite place why. All sense told her not to move, though curiosity peeked through her survival instincts. Natasha cracked open an eye, feeling like it was defrosting despite the cold air now brushing its surface.
A figure moving towards her. Black against the white snow. A blur of motion. But most importantly, real.
The figure approached her at an urgent pace, snow sent flying all around them as they trudged through the knee-high white blanket. The figure crouched down in front of her, hands reaching out to touch her shoulders, imploring her to move. The touch filled her with life, not warmth, but a cold shake that reminded her she was still alive.
Both her eyes were open now, blinking away the doziness.
“Nat, please. Say something. Do something. Anything.”
The figure was out of breath, fear filling their eyes as they regarded her. God, she must’ve looked rough. She wished colour would return to her cheeks so that they would not be so concerned. Willing her lips to move sent sparks of pain scattering across the surface of her skin, but something deep inside her chest told her she had to reply. Had to soothe your worry.
“I…” Her lips numb, her voice cracking.
You stared at her pleadingly, caringly. Natasha wished she could remember the details lingering just out of her periphery. Deep down, she knew who you were, why you were here, but her brain wasn’t functioning properly.
“Thank you.” Was all she managed instead, watching tears pool in the corner of your eyes and hoping the liquid wouldn’t freeze there.
“Come on.” You moved abruptly, further than she had dared to venture.
She was jealous of how easily movement came to you. Her limbs were stiff, forcing her to be still and save energy. But she trusted you, noticing the care with which you laced your arm under her own, hauled her up from the cold, soft ground, and into the harsh beating of the wind. In the distance, a helicopter, its propellers spinning in a blur of grey, whipping the snow into a frenzy. Finally, her instincts kicked in as she lunged towards it.
“One step at a time.” You chided beside her, rushing forward for support. Without you, she would have fallen straight to the ground. If she did, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get up again.
Each slow step forward was painfully cold, each muscle aching from the endless shivering. You were practically holding her up.
“God, I don’t know how you survived this long…” You murmured. “But not long now, not much further.”
And you were right. A few more stumbling steps that felt like a lifetime, and she was crashing against the vehicle, fingers tense against the cool metal surface. You lifted her up, guided her from hands and knees to collapse against a seat- warm and soft. There was a slam that made her jump as you tugged the door shut, and then, a gentle whirring sound as the helicopter kicked into life.
“How the fuck is she alive?” Another voice, a man’s from the pilot’s cockpit, barely audible.
Natasha was unwilling to grace him with an answer, even if she was mildly offended at the disbelief in his voice. It hadn’t been that long, had it? There was a brush against her ears as she realised you were tugging a pair of headphones over her ears, protecting her from the deafening roar as you took off. She wanted to thank you again, but the heat circulating inside stung her, silenced her.
“Just get us out of here!” was your eventual response, shrill through the microphone, laced with frustration.
“Alright. It’s about a half an hour journey back to base.”
True to his word, the ground was growing further away out the window, transforming into a white blur below. Her sanctuary for the last day was disappearing from view, and Natasha found herself suddenly unmoored. Flashes of memories filtered back into her consciousness, each one a new form of nightmare. The HYDRA base they had been investigating out in the wilderness turned out to be a trap. Natasha’s partners on the mission hadn’t gotten away in time, and she had no choice but to flee, pursued by HYDRA agents further and further into the vast wintry desert. There hadn’t been time to note the direction or distance of travel.
Lost soon became an understatement... But now, the scream of the helicopter’s engine rang in her ears, a stark reflection of the other agent’s final moments. It had been hellish. Her chest hung low with a sense of failure.
Yet, one memory brought back a sense of safety: you. Natasha remembered being endlessly grateful that you hadn’t been selected for this mission. She had a bad feeling about it from the start, proven correct in her instincts. Now, sitting beside her, your gaze was fixed on the window, but she could see you chewing your lip anxiously.
Natasha was tired, but most importantly, she was safe. As sleep began to take its hold, she felt herself leaning into your side. You jolted at first, then, feeling her relax against you, encircled an arm around her waist and held her there tightly.
~~~
The crackling of the fireplace was mesmerising, a warmth reflected in the amber of Natasha’s drink, equally as warming when she tossed back another mouthful. Stark had insisted that escaping near death was drink worthy, even if her eyes were threatening to close with every blink. Snow continued to fall outside the large windows, visible now even long after the sun had set.
Being on the inside looking out was a lot more pleasant than freezing to death, she mused.
While conducting a search party for Natasha, SHIELD had taken over a local ski resort. It was a big empty place, and yet it wasn’t cavernous or cold. The wooden structure perpetuated a homely feel, and the marble floors adorned with large Persian rugs suggested it was usually a retreat for the wealthy. A selection of worn leather armchairs and tattered sofas- the kind you simply melted into- were all arranged around the grand fireplace. There was a reception desk in her periphery, marking it as the foyer.
She had been directed to her private room earlier, normally a suite for some ungrateful millionaire. The bed there was much fancier than the freezing cold ground, the large quilted duvet more appealing than the blanket of snow she had suffered the last few days. She would’ve been perfectly content to collapse and recuperate in there. Alas, the entire Avengers team had opted to pause whatever they were doing and join SHIELD in searching for her. Natasha reluctantly admitted she was touched by the thought.
The SHIELD brigade had since packed up following her return to civilisation, efficient as always. Thus, the building was as drained of life as Natasha felt, leaving only herself, Tony, Bruce, Clint and Y/N to make use of the fireplace. Conversation had dwindled a few minutes ago, melting into a comforting exhaustion. The sensation of sitting down after a long day, knowing that you wouldn’t have to get up again... Except it hadn’t just been a long day. It had been ten days. Natasha had lost all pretence of time out there in the wilderness.
A thorough examination by the top SHIELD medics showed the toll it had taken on her body, and she set herself the task of not dwelling on it, so that her mind would not follow suit.
That exclamation of, “How the fuck is she alive?” was beginning to make a lot more sense.
Reminded of the journey back, Natasha glanced to her left. You were sharing the same sofa, leaning on the far-left side, closer to the fire. Your gaze was determinedly fixed on the fireplace, an attempt to seem nonchalant, but Natasha could see how this was merely an act. Your brow was furrowed, hands were clasped so tightly around a glass that she could see the strained outline of your knuckles poking through your skin.
Apparently, having noticed her staring, you cleared your throat.
“I think I’m going to head to bed.” You started gathering yourself together, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“Alright...” Bruce was the first to answer.
The rest all watched you stand in a pensive silence. You were often the first to join and the last to leave, basking in the rare time you all got sat together. You were usually chatty, reserved, but funny. Tonight you had been mute.
“Night, guys. Don’t stay up too late.” You appeared to sweep across the room with an easy smile, bidding everyone goodnight, but again you remained unfocused. Your smile was forced.
There was a general murmured response, and then you were gone. Footsteps echoed through the main lobby, and somewhere in the distance, the gentle click of a door shutting. The air besides Natasha was cooler now. She shivered, shuffling closer to the fire, feeling the warmth of where you had been sitting.
“You know…” Clint began, then trailed off, a sheepish expression about him. “Y/N was the last one looking for you.” He confessed suddenly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he continued watching the fire dance and crackle.
Natasha’s lips drew into a taut line as she considered his words, the implication behind them.
Tony nodded, prompting Clint to continue.
“Long after we all thought you were dead. You should’ve been dead.” Clint ranted, assuaging his own guilt more than anything. “I mean, all the experts SHIELD brought in were telling us to presume you were dead. The odds of surviving out there… in those conditions… Well, one in a million…” He fell quiet again.
“Point is,” Tony leaned forward in his seat, catching Natasha’s full attention. “Y/N never stopped looking for you. We were all starting to pack up, and meanwhile, she was bribing a SHIELD pilot to fly her out for one more day. I mean, that’s probably why she’s so exhausted now… When have we known Y/N to be the first one to go to bed?”
Despite everything, Natasha smiled at this.
Being rescued was a hazy memory already, filed away into the part of her brain under lock and key- not to be touched unless absolutely necessary. But in the field of static white, she remembered you. The full black tactical suit a stark contrast against the snow. She ached then with the cold, and now at the concern in your expression. To have caused you such fear, that was Natasha’s greatest failure. Not the mission. Not the near-death experience. But the thought of harming you. The regret that she might’ve died without…
Her brain ground to a halt. She wouldn’t let herself get swept away in such imaginings.
The group had fallen silent again, but now, the pressure of several weighted gazes was resting upon her. She knew what realisation they were trying to push her towards. For all Clint’s hints, for Tony’s teasing and Bruce’s confused stares, none of them were subtle people. Surely, for them to not only notice how Natasha felt about you, but also to push her towards some bigger picture meant you must feel the same?
Natasha found herself sweating. The fire was too hot, the sofa beneath her too soft, and her friend’s persistence too much to handle.
“Well, it’s just as hard being the rescued as it is the rescuer.” She joked. No one reacted.
“I’m going to bed, too.” Natasha stood up, her bones aching from the recent strain. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
If anyone bid her goodnight, she didn’t hear it.
Apart from Tony settling back into the armchair with a sigh, and a murmured, “go get ‘em, tiger.”
At first, Natasha truly did mean to head to her bedroom, but her legs didn’t seem to carry her that way. The gentle sound of a door clicking was a subtle cue, but sufficient to make a gamble as to which room you were staying in. She paced down the corridor, purposefully neglecting to switch on any lights until she saw it: a gentle golden glow emanating from the crack beneath one of the doors. Your bedroom.
She halted in front of it. Gulped and tapped her knuckles against the wood. Two sharp, distinct knocks. Her mind hadn’t quite caught up with her actions yet, but it was too late for change, and too early for regret. All she wanted, all she needed, was you.
A second later, and the door creaked open, your face peeking through the gap. Illuminated by the warm bedside lamp, your face was glowing with a frustration that immediately melted to concern upon realising it was Natasha on the other side.
“Are you okay?” You swung the door open the rest of the way, allowing Natasha to notice that you had changed into pyjamas. Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat, and she found herself unable to answer. Her mouth was dry as she traced over the comfortable, informal clothing. It was a glimpse of you she rarely saw. “Nat?” You called, frown lines deepening.
“Uh, yeah.” Natasha shook her head and clasped her hands together in front of her. You observed every moment closely, as a trained agent should, to look for any sign of weakness. Or in this case, any pain that she might show to justify your concern. “I just didn’t want to be alone.” Natasha’s voice was low, her head bowed slightly.
Nerves weren’t something Natasha gave into often. Even on death’s door, she had felt largely calm. But now, with you standing before her, open and warm, it took everything in her not to shake. The air in the corridor was cold, and snow still fell outside.
“Of course,” you jolted into action, stepping aside, “come in.”
Entering your room was easy, one foot over the threshold at a time. Though it did nothing to lessen her nerves. If anything, they were heightened by your proximity. Liking someone wasn’t a sensation Natasha had ever experienced, let alone given in to. It was all unfamiliar territory. Yet, with you, warm familiarity bloomed throughout her body, soothed the aches in her muscles and the chill from her bones.
“Sit down.” You inclined your head towards your bed.
Natasha’s mouth was dry as she followed the instructions, perched tense on the far end. You sat next to her, slowly, softly. Natasha’s eyes darted up to you, oh so close, and if her gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long, you didn’t mention it.
“I would ask if you’re alright, but I think I know the answer.” You muttered, unwilling to tear your eyes away from Natasha’s.
She smiled. “I’m better now.”
You mirrored the expression, then lowered your hands to the bed and scooted closer to her. Warmth always radiated from human contact, but yours was special.
You seemed to read her mind, your smile widening. “Warm enough?” You asked.
Natasha nodded. “Definitely…” More silence, and then, a gentle confession wormed its way from Natasha’s heart to the very tip of her tongue. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, but the smile didn’t drop from your lips. “That’s alright. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
You raised a hand, and Natasha noted how you trembled, barely dared to breathe as it drew closer to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, seeking more of that addictive heat you always radiated. Cold air was replaced by your lips, warm against her own. You huffed out a breath through your nose, a sigh of warm air fanning across her face. She brought her own hand to grasp your waist, fingers running along a sliver of warm skin there. Her stomach was twisting, burning in just the right way as the kiss deepened.
And there, surrounded by your heat, Natasha wondered how she had ever felt cold.
Summary: Being an influencer with an Avenger as a your girlfriend is really hard. A silly trend always turned into the promise of getting ruined. Always.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
Warnings(+18): fluff, mentions of sex, Natasha gets angy
Words: 1,179
you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina
A/N: Whatever this is came after a request, although now I feel like I failed it but I’m trying to break free from writers block, guys. I’m tryingggggg. Anyway, feel like this should fall under the category of ficlet. Also if you have any idea how to break free from this curse, I will literally kiss you
Main Masterlist || AO3
You were biting your lower lip as you tried to set your phone over the table. You kept bouncing your leg nervously as a tiny voice in your head told you how much in trouble you would be in as soon as your girlfriend made it back with your food. And maybe that voice was right, maybe your phone not staying in place was a sign for you to move on...
But you saw the trend and you had to try it with Natasha.
However, the thing about your super-hot spy girlfriend was that she sucked at these things. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t follow instructions down to the dot. None of that, she would if you just asked. But not before asking a lot of questions and taking away the fun out of it.
Your girlfriend was funny. She really was. But the redhead wasn’t chronically online like you were, so getting her to understand why certain trends were funny for civilians like yourself was a hard task.
And you found an easy fix. A risky one too. Because recording Natasha to see her natural reaction could be funnier than expected, a total failure or something that got you in so much trouble that the rest of the Avengers wouldn’t see you for two days.
This one was harmless, though. Or so you told yourself when you finally managed to set the phone properly.
The redhead came back with a plastic tray, ignoring curious glances that followed her silently as she balanced your food carefully with the tip of her tongue darting out as a sign of her concentration.
“They’ve got milkshakes. And I know your favourite is the strawberry one, but I also know your period is close so you could magically be into the chocolate one. So, I bought all four flavours” Natasha announced when she arrived at the table, her eyes twinkling with that sweet devotion that was only reserved for you.
You chuckled “And people dare to call you scary” you smirked and the redhead rolled her eyes, ready to sit across from you until you tutted “What are you doing?”
“I want to eat? I’m famished” she replied and you shook your head.
“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing over there when there’s a seat next to me?” you insisted and Natasha smiled, already walking around the table to sit next to you and you hummed contently “So much better”
The redhead leaned and pecked your cheek, as if there weren’t several people around you that were pretending they weren’t looking at you with that same curiosity your girlfriend always attracted.
You couldn’t blame her. The world truly believed she was as scary as she looked in the news. And she could be, you’ve seen it more times than not but not in the way they thought.
“Am I supposed to ignore the phone that is recording?” Natasha whispered in your ear, and you giggled “Detka”
“It’s just a food review. Actually, would you help me with it?” you asked sweetly and the redhead started to shake her head “Please, please, please” you pouted and Natasha wanted to whine, feeling how her will-power abandoned her as it always did when it came to you and your cute face “It’s better this way, please”
“Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?”
It was scary how fast you came up with a whole dynamic knowing damn well you were about to poke the bear for views and likes. Natasha listened carefully while mentally scolding herself for letting you turn her into whatever version of herself that was.
The redhead would follow you to the gates of hell, that was a very scary fact. For her, at least.
“Okay, so we can try the milkshakes first!” you finally said, a smile so big that it reached your eyes that Natasha’s heart melted “You go first!”
“Fine, whatever” the redhead inhaled sharply and took a sip of the strawberry one, she hummed before passing it over to you “I think you won’t like it, it isn’t sugary enough and that’s why I love it”
“Let me see” you said with suspicion, grabbing a napkin and wiping the straw clean before taking a long sip. Natasha threw you a confused look, her green eyes now glued to your fingers as you held the straw against your lips “No, I think you can never go wrong with strawberry. It’s good, I would add more whipped cream”
“What was that?” the redhead asked, and you raised a brow with faux confusion.
“That maybe you are right? I need a little more sugar...”
“No, that’s not...” Natasha sighed and you waited patiently “Whatever, I’m probably hallucinating out of starvation. Which one is next?” you chuckled and slid over the chocolate one. The redhead took a sip and scrunched her nose “Too sugary. I prefer dark chocolate”
“Yeah, yeah. My fit girlfriend, whatever” you teased her, ignoring the way your girlfriend was eyeing you when grabbing the napkin and cleaning the straw once again before taking a sip “I would’ve added chocolate syrup! Strawberry still my fave! Do you want to...”
“You did it again” Natasha furrowed her brows and you tilted your head.
“What?” you laughed softly “Let’s move to...” Natasha grabbed the vanilla shake and took a sip before giving it to you “Ooookay” you chuckled and cleaned the straw again, hearing her groan and taking the cup before you could take a sip “Natasha...”
You watched her lick the straw with her eyes glued to yours before passing the cup over once again. You feigned confusion, cleaning the straw again as the vein in your girlfriend’s forehead popped.
“What are you fucking doing?” she hissed, licking it again “Drink”
You chuckled nervously “I’m trying to” you cleaned it again and took a sip, listening to your girlfriend growl as one of her hands turned into a fist “Oh, this is actually...”
Natasha grabbed the cup and took a long sip, her movements faster than your mind because when you registered them, she was already pressing her fingers on your cheeks as your mouth fell open. You flinched when your girlfriend spat the milkshake in your mouth and closed it.
“Don’t you ever dare to that shit again” Natasha growled and wiped her lips clean, tutting when you tried to clean your face “You will stay like that” you tried to fight back, your cheeks burning as you felt your panties getting damped when her voice dropped impossibly lower “And once we get home, I will make sure you are fucking covered in my spit and my cum because you are fucking mine. Understood?”
“Yes, Tasha” you muttered, biting your lower lip as you stopped recording.
“Good girl. Now, eat”
And you did, because your girlfriend just nailed the trend, but she was also about to ruin your ability to walk for the next few days. Maybe she had a point, people do extremely stupid things for attention.
Summary: Being an influencer with an Avenger as a your girlfriend is really hard. A silly trend always turned into the promise of getting ruined. Always.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
Warnings(+18): fluff, mentions of sex, Natasha gets angy
Words: 1,179
you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina
A/N: Whatever this is came after a request, although now I feel like I failed it but I’m trying to break free from writers block, guys. I’m tryingggggg. Anyway, feel like this should fall under the category of ficlet. Also if you have any idea how to break free from this curse, I will literally kiss you
Main Masterlist || AO3
You were biting your lower lip as you tried to set your phone over the table. You kept bouncing your leg nervously as a tiny voice in your head told you how much in trouble you would be in as soon as your girlfriend made it back with your food. And maybe that voice was right, maybe your phone not staying in place was a sign for you to move on...
But you saw the trend and you had to try it with Natasha.
However, the thing about your super-hot spy girlfriend was that she sucked at these things. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t follow instructions down to the dot. None of that, she would if you just asked. But not before asking a lot of questions and taking away the fun out of it.
Your girlfriend was funny. She really was. But the redhead wasn’t chronically online like you were, so getting her to understand why certain trends were funny for civilians like yourself was a hard task.
And you found an easy fix. A risky one too. Because recording Natasha to see her natural reaction could be funnier than expected, a total failure or something that got you in so much trouble that the rest of the Avengers wouldn’t see you for two days.
This one was harmless, though. Or so you told yourself when you finally managed to set the phone properly.
The redhead came back with a plastic tray, ignoring curious glances that followed her silently as she balanced your food carefully with the tip of her tongue darting out as a sign of her concentration.
“They’ve got milkshakes. And I know your favourite is the strawberry one, but I also know your period is close so you could magically be into the chocolate one. So, I bought all four flavours” Natasha announced when she arrived at the table, her eyes twinkling with that sweet devotion that was only reserved for you.
You chuckled “And people dare to call you scary” you smirked and the redhead rolled her eyes, ready to sit across from you until you tutted “What are you doing?”
“I want to eat? I’m famished” she replied and you shook your head.
“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing over there when there’s a seat next to me?” you insisted and Natasha smiled, already walking around the table to sit next to you and you hummed contently “So much better”
The redhead leaned and pecked your cheek, as if there weren’t several people around you that were pretending they weren’t looking at you with that same curiosity your girlfriend always attracted.
You couldn’t blame her. The world truly believed she was as scary as she looked in the news. And she could be, you’ve seen it more times than not but not in the way they thought.
“Am I supposed to ignore the phone that is recording?” Natasha whispered in your ear, and you giggled “Detka”
“It’s just a food review. Actually, would you help me with it?” you asked sweetly and the redhead started to shake her head “Please, please, please” you pouted and Natasha wanted to whine, feeling how her will-power abandoned her as it always did when it came to you and your cute face “It’s better this way, please”
“Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?”
It was scary how fast you came up with a whole dynamic knowing damn well you were about to poke the bear for views and likes. Natasha listened carefully while mentally scolding herself for letting you turn her into whatever version of herself that was.
The redhead would follow you to the gates of hell, that was a very scary fact. For her, at least.
“Okay, so we can try the milkshakes first!” you finally said, a smile so big that it reached your eyes that Natasha’s heart melted “You go first!”
“Fine, whatever” the redhead inhaled sharply and took a sip of the strawberry one, she hummed before passing it over to you “I think you won’t like it, it isn’t sugary enough and that’s why I love it”
“Let me see” you said with suspicion, grabbing a napkin and wiping the straw clean before taking a long sip. Natasha threw you a confused look, her green eyes now glued to your fingers as you held the straw against your lips “No, I think you can never go wrong with strawberry. It’s good, I would add more whipped cream”
“What was that?” the redhead asked, and you raised a brow with faux confusion.
“That maybe you are right? I need a little more sugar...”
“No, that’s not...” Natasha sighed and you waited patiently “Whatever, I’m probably hallucinating out of starvation. Which one is next?” you chuckled and slid over the chocolate one. The redhead took a sip and scrunched her nose “Too sugary. I prefer dark chocolate”
“Yeah, yeah. My fit girlfriend, whatever” you teased her, ignoring the way your girlfriend was eyeing you when grabbing the napkin and cleaning the straw once again before taking a sip “I would’ve added chocolate syrup! Strawberry still my fave! Do you want to...”
“You did it again” Natasha furrowed her brows and you tilted your head.
“What?” you laughed softly “Let’s move to...” Natasha grabbed the vanilla shake and took a sip before giving it to you “Ooookay” you chuckled and cleaned the straw again, hearing her groan and taking the cup before you could take a sip “Natasha...”
You watched her lick the straw with her eyes glued to yours before passing the cup over once again. You feigned confusion, cleaning the straw again as the vein in your girlfriend’s forehead popped.
“What are you fucking doing?” she hissed, licking it again “Drink”
You chuckled nervously “I’m trying to” you cleaned it again and took a sip, listening to your girlfriend growl as one of her hands turned into a fist “Oh, this is actually...”
Natasha grabbed the cup and took a long sip, her movements faster than your mind because when you registered them, she was already pressing her fingers on your cheeks as your mouth fell open. You flinched when your girlfriend spat the milkshake in your mouth and closed it.
“Don’t you ever dare to that shit again” Natasha growled and wiped her lips clean, tutting when you tried to clean your face “You will stay like that” you tried to fight back, your cheeks burning as you felt your panties getting damped when her voice dropped impossibly lower “And once we get home, I will make sure you are fucking covered in my spit and my cum because you are fucking mine. Understood?”
“Yes, Tasha” you muttered, biting your lower lip as you stopped recording.
“Good girl. Now, eat”
And you did, because your girlfriend just nailed the trend, but she was also about to ruin your ability to walk for the next few days. Maybe she had a point, people do extremely stupid things for attention.
i just realised something fairly stupid. A bunch of gotham's most well known villians are insane, mentally ill, or grieving people who snapped somewhere along the way.
And considering jerks in real life already chuck up mental illness as 'just in your head' or 'you're such a snowflake' or whatever they say there is a decent chance a good amount of assheads in gotham believe if you need therapy or have any other mental issues would just assume you're a criminal.
Especially the wealthy rich assholes who never sufferd a day in their lives bruce constantly has to interact with for work
