I had this idea in my head for weeks now, and since I'm not a writer, I thought I'd put this idea out into the open.
Not that anyone will actually see this 😅
I have this idea, that reader and her partner, work at the same job, but don't always work the same shifts, there are days that reader will go into work, then there are days where her partner goes into work, but sometimes they do work the same shifts together.
So every morning, whether reader is going in to work or her partner goes in to work, reader always has to give her partner an orgasm. Particularly with her mouth 😏 Even better if she starts well her partner is still asleep.
But on one of their shifts together, her partner knew reader was going to do this, so she woke up earlier, not because she doesn't like when reader goes down on her, she just doesn't think it's a good idea on days they're on shift together. Because last time reader went down on her on the day that they had a shift together...I can't think of a good reason here 😅 maybe reader was walking around at work very proud of herself, all big smiles and her partner blushing like mad just remembering that morning.
But reader isn't happy about her partner waking up earlier, because she always has to have her partner for breakfast, she has to start her day on a healthy delicious meal 😏 so she corners her partner at work, just to make out with her, can't do anything more while at work, out of respect, but also her partner is her manager 😅
Yeah I'm guilty of fantasizing about my crush at work, who happens to also be my manager 🫣
“I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”
Hello hello dear author!! It is i(again) hehehee🤭how are you? Favorite color?
This is a request for nat(no surprise there) x fem teen reader please: reader has this cheerful, sunshine, easy going personality caused by her rough past, so she lets herself feel the positive in life instead of the bad. One day she gets on nat's nerves, maybe after she's had a rough mission or something, and she snaps at reader saying "would you just stop?! You're annoying!! Not everyone wants you to be so cheerful, its too much!" Or something along those lines, in front of some of the avengers. Reader just apologizes and leaves to do her own thing. Later on she just gets quiet around nat and her whole personality is just calm, like not dramatic changing, but to the point where she just dialed it down. And everyone is worried and maybe yelena grills nat for how she treated reader and tells her to apologize. So nat does and reader tells her why she's the way she is? Hurt to comfort type yeah?? I think im putting angst on hold for now😂for nowww...i say this rn and then a few minutes later imma send something angsty again🤣
Annoying
Natasha Romanoff & Fem!Teen!Reader
TW's: Death of a parent
[A/N] Posting two days in a row? Who am I? When was the last time I did that? 👀 LEENLYNNNNNNNNN, my baby, I hope you enjoy this one ❤️
“Good,” Natasha says, watching as you work the punching bag. “Move with your whole body though, not just your arm. You’ll get a harder hit that way. That’s it, even better.”
You light up at Natasha’s praise even though you’re exhausted; sweat pouring down your back, your face, pretty much everywhere. Natasha’s your preferred person to train with even though she pushes you the hardest – maybe that’s why she’s your favourite. At fourteen years old a lot of the Avengers treat you like you’re made of glass, but not Natasha. It wasn’t how she’d learnt as a teenager, so it wasn’t how she was going to train you. Natasha was strict but when she finally praised you, it was worth it. You’re completely motivated as you continue working the punching bag, throwing hard punches again and again and again, Natasha watching with her approving gaze.
By the time she lets you finish the exhaustion is deep in your bones but in a good way. Natasha squeezes your shoulder, “You should be proud of yourself. I can see how hard you’ve been working on your form and you’ve improved so much in such a short space of time.”
Natasha had no problem complaining about new recruits who didn’t put in the work outside of the one-to-one training. She’d met adults who never improved because they didn’t have the drive and refused to put in the work. You weren’t like them. Natasha had caught you in the gym, putting in hours in the evening and weekends, taking on board every piece of feedback you’d been given by her and the other Avengers. You were improving quickly and Natasha genuinely was proud.
“Do you wanna get dinner with me?” Natasha asks.
You nod eagerly, following after her. Even outside of the training room, Natasha is your favourite person to hang around with. Some of the others don’t really know how to engage with a teenager, looking at you awkwardly, their conversations stilted. Vision was the worst for it and had gotten into the habit of just avoiding you altogether. Natasha was different though – she was the person you came to if you had a problem, who looked out for you without being overbearing, and who you could have a proper laugh with outside of the other Young Avengers.
Natasha makes dinner for the two of you, letting you help her with chopping and preparing. Sam raises his eye-brows and grins as he watches the two of you, “We have caterers in the week. You know that, right?”
“Me and Y/N want the good stuff,” Natasha replies without hesitation. “A proper home-cooked meal.”
“You can have some if you want, Sam,” You offer with a smile.
“No, he can’t,” Natasha says, sticking her tongue out childishly. “This is for us.”
Natasha had never really known a proper home-cooked meal. She didn’t know much about your background or your family, but she loved mothering you anyway. You don’t seem to mind too much either and you happily follow after Natasha, the two of you eating in the living room while watching another episode of ‘The Pitt’, something you’d had to beg Natasha to watch but she was now just as invested in as you. Natasha had never been much of a cook, but she’d learnt some basic recipes, good enough to impress you.
Natasha had never tried to impress anyone before but you were different. It had never been Natasha’s favourite task to have to train new recruits but you were a breath of fresh air from the beginning. If you messed up a move you didn’t beat yourself up, just smiled and kept trying until you got it. No matter how hard Natasha pushed you, no matter how much you might ache or sweat by the end of a session, you always beam with pride when she tells you you’ve done a good job. No jokes about how Natasha is a sadist, like some recruits she could name. You’re always positive – always have something good to say, no matter how exhausted you are.
Everyone else likes it too, the way you always find a way to make lemonade out of lemons. How you always have a bright smile on your face, something kind to say, a way to twist the worst things into positives. You’re already close to the other Young Avengers, all of them wanting to hang around with you. Whenever you walk into a room you light it up just by being there. There isn’t a single Avenger who’s immune to your charm.
Once Natasha’s done eating, she tucks her legs up on the couch to settle in for a long evening in front of the TV with you. Tony always moans that you both 'hog the living room', but she doesn’t care. Sometimes the others float in and join them but the best nights are when it’s just you and her, binge-watching a series that you both enjoy.
“Romanoff.”
Natasha looks up at the sound of Fury’s voice, irritation immediately coursing through her veins when she sees the look on his face. It can only mean one thing. Natasha is needed – somewhere in the world, for God knows what. You pause the TV, looking over worriedly at Natasha who just gives you a small smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Another mission?” You ask quietly. “You didn’t get back that long ago.”
“Welcome to being an Avenger, kid. That’ll be you soon, getting sent to some random corner of the planet to deal with whatever crap they throw at you.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No,” Natasha says. “Not yet anyway. Keep working on your form and it won’t take long though.”
You feel a pang in your chest as you watch Natasha get up and follow after Fury. It’s how you always feel when Natasha has to leave for a mission. As you watch her retreating figure, you wish she’d stopped to give you a hug before she went. No matter how close you and Natasha have gotten, she still hasn’t hugged you yet and you’re too shy to initiate it. You turn your gaze back to the paused TV and sigh – no more ‘The Pitt’ until Natasha gets back.
Natasha is gone for three weeks and you’re ecstatic when she gets back. It’s been the longest three weeks of your life. Some of the other Avengers had joined Natasha for her mission so you’d been left with Clint in training. He was good with weaponry, you were enjoying getting to grips with a bow and arrow, but he wasn’t so great with encouraging your hand-to-hand combat. Still, you’d followed Natasha’s instructions and had carried on with your solo training, so you couldn’t wait to hear what she’d think.
“Hey!” You say, following her through to the compound towards the kitchen the second she steps off the Quinjet. “How did it go? Where did you end up going?”
Natasha rubs a hand over her forehead, a little irritated at having been dragged into conversation with you. She’d only come into the kitchen to refill her water bottle and then she was going to head to bed, where she intended to stay for the rest of the weekend. Stark wouldn’t expect her back in training just yet, so she was going to catch up on sleep and just enjoy being alone again. Having to share a tent with Thor had nearly killed her.
“Norway,” Natasha eventually mumbles as she holds her bottle under the faucet. “Long flight home. I’m gonna-”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Norway! Whereabouts? Did you get chance to do any sight-seeing? You can go whale watching in Norway. Did you see the northern lights? Nat-”
“For fucks sake, shut up!”
You jump as Natasha’s irritated voice echoes through the kitchen and then pause, your heart thudding in your chest. Natasha has never snapped at you before.
“Would you just stop?” Natasha continues, glaring at you, her voice icy and sharp. “You’re so annoying! Not everyone wants you to be so cheerful, it’s too much. I just got back from a difficult mission, of course I didn’t have time for sight-seeing. God, it’s moments like this that remind you’re still only fourteen. A long way off from ever being a real Avenger.”
Natasha had told you once you were quickly becoming more qualified than some of the active Avengers in the field. She knew you’d been waiting for your moment to be picked as one of the Young Avengers to join the others for a real mission. You’d watched Peter go, then Kate, then America, leaving only you and Cassie as the ones who hadn’t been chosen yet. Not wanting to be the last one to get chosen had helped motivate you to work harder and harder every day but Natasha’s words give you pause for thought. Is that why you haven’t been chosen yet? Because the other Avengers find you annoying?
“I… I’m sorry,” You say in a tiny, quiet voice.
“Give me five minutes to recover, Y/N. Jesus Christ.”
Before you can respond Natasha disappears from the kitchen. You deflate immediately, your excitement at Natasha having returned home vanishing. You’d already got ‘The Pitt’ loaded up in the living room, still right where you’d left it when she’d had to leave all those weeks ago. Steve puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, his voice soft, “She’s just tired Y/N. We all are. She didn’t mean it.”
You nod silently, your eyes already filled with tears. One look at Steve confirms that the whole team took a beating while they were away, the dark circles under his eyes evidence of how exhausted they all are. He gives your shoulder a squeeze, “Seriously, don’t worry about it, it’s not on you to predict what mood we’re in, okay? You’re just a kid.”
An annoying kid. A kid who was never going to get her opportunity to join the Avengers in a real mission because even though you were turning into a good fighter, you were still just immature in their eyes. You watch as the other Avengers grab themselves food to eat in their rooms, disappearing to rest for a few days and you sigh, heading back to the living room to close your episode on the TV. It wasn’t like you and Natasha were going to be watching it anytime soon.
By the time Natasha is in bed she’s starting to feel a little bad about snapping at you, and by morning it’s replaced by full-blown guilt. Natasha’s used to guilt. It was a feeling they tried their best to stamp out of her in the Red Room but it never truly went, no matter how much she tried to squash it down herself. That’s what stops her from climbing out of bed to come and find you – irritatingly, she feels worse after a full night’s sleep so she spends the morning feeling sorry for herself then texts Yelena, begging her to bring some food to her room.
Even though Natasha was separated from Yelena for years, she still knows her sister well enough to know that she’s in a mood about something. Yelena hands Natasha a bowl of pasta then sits at the end of her bed. “Let’s hear it,” Natasha says.
“Y/N’s been acting weird all morning and I think it’s because you snapped at her.”
Trust Yelena to get straight to the point. Natasha takes a bite of her food, “Weird how?”
“Really quiet and beating herself up over stupid mistakes. She was just excited to see you, why did you have to lose your patience like that?”
“I didn’t lose it on purpose,” Natasha says in the calmest voice she can manage. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
“Talk to her now,” Yelena says forcefully. “Sam’s trained with her this morning and she won’t even respond to his attempts to cheer her up. It’s not her fault you were in a bad mood.”
Natasha groans, putting down the pasta bowl and rising to her feet. Despite feeling like crap, she knows Yelena’s right. Leaving you to feel bad about being happy she was back would only make her feel worse. Yelena watches her with a stern expression and Natasha has to resist the urge to smile, remembering all the conversations she’d had to have when Yelena had first moved into the compound. A lot of people had taken issue with Yelena’s blunt assessments of them, and Natasha had done a lot of damage control at first. Now it was Yelena’s turn to do damage control, probably something she was secretly enjoying behind her scowling.
Natasha finds you in the living room, keeping your downcast gaze on the book open in your lap. “Hey,” She says quietly, sitting next to you. “I heard you were upset about how I spoke to you yesterday.”
“It’s fine,” You say.
Natasha can tell immediately what Yelena was talking about. Your voice is dull and lifeless, and you don’t even look up at her. “Look, kid, I didn’t mean to snap,” Natasha says quietly. “I was really tired and… It’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Honestly.”
“No, it’s not. I heard you’ve been moping around all morning, beating yourself up for little errors and I don’t want you to do that. I love your positivity, you know I do. I love that I can give you criticism and you use it to improve rather than just assuming you’re not good enough. Because you’re more than good enough.”
“You said I was annoying.”
Natasha shifts closer to you on the couch, pulling the book out of your hands and then wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It makes you cave instantly, leaning your head on her shoulder as you cuddle into her side, finally getting that hug from Natasha you’d been craving. Natasha runs a hand over your head, “I didn’t mean it. You’re not annoying, I was just… I was just really tired. And I’m a grump. Honestly, I wish I was more positive like you. Too many bad things happened to me I guess.”
You hesitate before telling her quietly, “It wasn’t easy for me either. My Mom died when I was little. She was always so positive, even when she was sick. Even when she was in so much pain, she’d still smile for me, even when she eventually couldn’t talk… When she died, I watched my Dad turn in on himself. He just couldn’t cope with it. Couldn’t cope with me either so he got a new girlfriend and then pushed me out, said I reminded him too much of Mom. I didn’t want to be like him… I still don’t. That’s why I try so hard to focus on the positive, to try and be cheerful no matter the situation. It’s also why I wanted to be a Young Avenger. She’d want me to help people.”
Natasha listens at you talk, her hand still stroking over your head. She swallows the lump in her throat, “Your Dad was a dumb idiot. How could anyone turn their back on someone as amazing as you?”
“Because I’m annoying-”
“You’re not,” Natasha says fiercely. “You’re not annoying. I was just grumpy, lost my temper and said dumb stuff I didn’t mean. It’s actually… It’s really nice that you were excited I was home. I’ve never had anyone so happy to see me before; it threw me off-guard. I was looking forward to seeing you too.” You look sceptical and Natasha smiles, reaching into her pocket and placing something in your hand, “I kept thinking about you while I was away. I got you this from Norway.”
You look down, finding a small wooden carved reindeer in your hand. “You got this for me?”
“Yeah, I saw a whole herd of reindeer when I was sneaking around one night. It was like pitch black and I was worried I’d startle them, alert everyone to my position but they just stared at me, calm as anything.” Natasha smiles, “And I did see the northern lights.”
Your eyes light up, “Were they cool?”
“The coolest thing ever.”
You nod and mumble, “I knew they’d be cool.”
“I didn’t know that…” Natasha says quietly. “About your Mom, I mean. Or your Dad. I don’t know much about the afterlife but I do know that your Mom would be so proud of the person you’re becoming. Just like I am.”
“I’m worried I won’t get my first Avengers mission,” You admit. “Like I’m putting in the work but it’s not going to pay off because…” You let your voice trail off.
“I’ll tell you a secret then,” Natasha says. “I already put you forward. You’re next up when they think we have a mission appropriate for a Young Avenger.”
A smile spreads across your face, “Really? I’m going to have my first mission?”
Natasha nods, “I don’t know when but it’ll probably be soon, there’s always some bullshit going on. And I just know you’re going to ace it.” Natasha hesitates before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I don’t want you to be afraid of me or think that I don’t like you. I love your company. And I love your energy. And most of all, I love you. Don’t ever dim your light for anyone, okay?”
“Are you still tired?” You ask her. “Do you… Do you wanna carry on watching our episode of ‘The Pitt’?”
Truthfully, Natasha is still tired. Somehow, she’s more tired than she was last night. She’d love nothing more than to crawl back into bed, but she can see that this is a peace offering, a sign that you’re recovering from her snap, that you forgive her. Natasha isn’t going to throw that away so she smiles and nods, “Yeah. I’d really like that.”
You beam, grabbing the remote and settling into Natasha’s side and she presses a kiss to the top of your head. Although she’s tired, she’d sit here forever and ever if it kept that smile on your face. As Natasha rubs a hand over your head, she says a silent apology to your Mom. ‘I’ll watch out for her,’ Natasha promises quietly in her head. ‘I promise. You really should be proud of the beautiful person she’s becoming.’
I love people who notice little things. The ones who remember your favorite snack, your comfort movie, how you take your coffee, the song you couldn't stop playing for a week. That's the kind of love that stays with you.
Please never apologize for being affectionate. If your first instinct is to reach for my hand, send me another text, or tell me you miss me, I hope you never teach yourself not to. The right person won't think you're "too much."
