Dr. Santos really isn't that bad, idk why yall act as if she's committed war crimes. She is arrogant and snarky, in way over her head, but she has an undeniable charm.
I think Dr. Langdon and her are very similar. They're both somewhat inconsiderate (Dr. Langdon and the 18 year old overdose, Dr. Santos and her name-calling; Dr. Langdon not understanding the effort his wife puts into their lives, Dr. Santos and her dismissal of that one patient's trauma) but are ultimately trying their best.
The main reason they don't get along is because they're both so head strong. They both don't want to admit that they could've done better, that they could've been gentler, that they could've been more empathetic.
If you’ve read any of the three books from the Bright Falls series by Ashley Herring Blake, do yourself a favour and go listen to the audiobooks. The woman who narrates all three books, Kristen DiMecurio, does such an amazing job and even though I’d read it already and knew the story, listening to Iris Kelly Doesn’t Date on the train yesterday almost had me in tears because of the way the narrator reads it and voices the characters 🥹
as you all know. gabriella is new to east high. as a new student, she’s going to adjust to a whole new school system again but that’s a habit she has gotten used to. but that doesn’t mean she likes it.
Introverted Feeling (Fi): Gabriella is constantly examining what she wants for herself. Will I feel more fulfilled taking advantage of college opportunities or by staying close to the people that are important to me? In contrast to Troy (dominant Fe user), whose main concern about auditioning for a musical is how his friends will react, her main concern is how it will affect her as an individual. She tends to be shy and private about her feelings and prefers not to be in the spotlight. Her main tool for making decisions seems to revolve around what she wants for herself independently, (“I’ve got to move on and be who I am”, “I’ve got to let it go, start protecting my heart and soul”).
in hsm1, who was the first person that actually made her feel she could be herself? troy. he literally made her feel like she belonged there and told her he struggles the same problem of being stereotyped with the status quo the school has given him. troy isn’t used to standing up to people about gabriella because he just knew her. so he said all those lies to his team about gabriella not being important to him and that the musical was just time passing activity without knowing gabriella heard all of it. of course, you’d be hurt if you heard the first person who made you feel like yourself just admitted to everyone that you meant nothing to him. so gabi painfully told him she wouldn’t do the callbacks as well. implying that if he doesn’t wanna do it, she doesn’t wanna do it if he’s just gonna fake it. deep down she’s hurt and scared at what troy did. hence why she told taylor that even if they set troy and her up, no one told troy to said all those things. so everything that troy said in that video was all on him. no script. listen to when there was me and you. each lyric implies how deeply hurt she was. that she hoped troy was this person that could give her happiness that she seeks for so long but ends up hurting instead.
in hsm 2, gabi and troy promised each other that no matter what happens they’ll spend the summer together. gabi admitted to troy that after moving around all the time, all gabi wants more is to spend one summer with her friends. that she’ll remember that summer deep in her heart. at first, she didn’t mind troy being with sharpay because troy admitted in the later part of the film that she knows he’s only doing it to work on the scholarship thing. also it was tradition for lava springs workers to perform in the talent show. she grabs that opportunity so that her friends could relax and do something fun together. but then troy ends up focusing too much on the scholarship thing he didn’t realize he’s becoming someone he’s not: being a jerk to his friends, canceling on his friends the last minute, forgetting his dates with gabi. she lets troy be because she knows it’s important to him. but sharpay crossed the line by banning all junior staff workers to perform and work instead that night. she stood to sharpay. for the first time she stood up for herself and her friends. she tells sharpay off, saying she does not give a fuck about her activities with troy. implying its between her and him. that its not her place to meddle in. but sharpay meddled with her friends. the friends that did nothing but followed the rules and minding their business by practicing for the show. remember gabi first told sharpay don’t give a fuck about us but you really had the nerve to do that to your own brother? how ryan worked so hard on the performance? remember gabi was the one who picked ryan up when sharpay tossed him away once she thought she’s secure with troy. she ends sharpay by telling her that she does not want to play her game because she’ll always have the upper hand but she better watch her actions and its consequences because there will always be someone who will end up injured by it. after that, troy confronts her about hearing her quitting her lifeguard job. think about it. she’s gonna quit because she can’t work another second if troy’s gonna act that way because it pains her to see it. she tells him that working together seemed like a fun idea but after everything, she couldn’t handle it. but she painfully urges him to continue with the scholarship thing. continue with his new job post. but troy quickly defends himself that he’s acting this way because of the scholarship thing. what did gabi reply? she implied that what’s the point on working on this thing he’ll end up losing himself? that he’ll end up losing the real people that will support and love him? i also wanna imply that gabi wouldn’t have broken up with troy if she didn’t confronted sharpay. that stunt pulled a trigger on gabi. meaning if sharpay didn’t fucked up, gabi would’ve stayed with troy. she would’ve ended up being in a toxic relationship with him. yes toxic because she’ll always be in the receiving end of troy’s constant abandonment behavior. she’ll let him pass. not putting herself first. even taylor said that despite troy being the caring boyfriend he is, he’ll bound to fuck up and that gabi shouldn’t let it pass. but gabi puts herself first. in gotta go my own way, the lyrics said that she knows that her and troy are meant to be but right now, she needs to put herself first.
in hsm 3, the only problem was the honors program. lets clear this up. in the deleted scene, she stated that she wants to hold off the program. saying that she was thinking of taking courses in U of A before going to stanford. of course the reason behind this is her not ready to leave yet. leave troy. leave her friends. and especially leave albuquerque. the one place that felt home for a long time. she wasn’t ready to tell troy because she knows that he’ll tell her to attend the program. the reason why gabi doesn’t wanna leave is because if she leaves, she knows that she’ll have to leave everything behind. the same way she has been doing since moving around the country. her phone call with troy was her saying that she couldn’t do the long distance thing no matter how much her and troy talked about it. it’ll always bring her pain to go back to albuquerque for her to leave again. if she went back for prom and graduation, her pain would double. she tells troy that she loves him but she couldn’t leave stanford because it has become her priority now.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: High School Musical: The Musical: The Series (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ashlyn Caswell/Maddox, Ashlyn Caswell & E.J. Caswell, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Ashlyn Caswell, Maddox (HSMTMTS), E.J. Caswell, Kourtney Greene, Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS), Gina Porter, Carlos Rodriguez (HSMTMTS), Jet (HSMTMTS)
Additional Tags: Airport Reunion, Reunions, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, AU where Maddox and Gina go to New Zealand, Kisses, Hugs, Bisexual Ashlyn Caswell, Lesbian Maddox
Summary:
Despite Gina and Maddox’s best efforts, Quinn stood firm in her decision to film Romeo and Juliet in New Zealand. Now, after spending six months apart, Ashlyn and Maddox finally get to reunite.
i'm still stuck on the fact that ryan, steph, and alex made a plan to take down a super powerful mega corporation, wrote it down, and then just fucking put it on alex's fridge right out in the open like oh my god these three share one brain cell and none of them are using it
They share one brain cell. Alex uses it most of the time. Steph stole it for use on the LARP, but in the middle of the LARP Alex charmed Steph and stole it back. Ryan keeps trying to borrow it to do bird calls but neither girl will let him near it.
A/N: another entry in the @harryandginuary BINGO. This is not a part 2 to the last one (sorry!) though I got several requests for one. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Prompt: B 1. "It's just that he has a great reading voice. Who wouldn't want to sit in on storytime?"
Read it here in AO3!
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"And then, Ellis grabbed his drink, poured it over his head, and said, 'for the honor of the Hippogriff!'" they roared with laughter as Ron demonstrated with his empty glass.
"He's such a good," Ginny said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
"Best retirement party ever, Harry," said Ron. "You should retire more often."
Harry snorted. "Sure, I'll just go ahead and schedule another retirement."
"Have you decided what you're going to do now?" Hermione asked.
"Not yet," Harry replied with a shrug. "For now I just plan to take some time off." Harry threw his arm around Ginny, pulling her close to his side. "Maybe travel a bit, visit the grandkids."
"Oh, we got a bunch of new offers for you!" Ginny quickly left through the door to the kitchen and returned with a small stack of letters.
"Yes, I love this game." Ron grabbed the top letter. "Most ridiculous offer wins."
Hermione, Ginny, and Harry each grabbed a letter, and the room was silent as they all opened their letters.
"Magical Menagerie is offering you a position," Ginny read out. "I think it's just to play with the animals?" She paused, skimming the letter again. "Oh, and they want you to put on a dragon fighting demonstration with a pygmy vipertooth."
"They want me to voluntarily fight a dragon in their shop?" Harry asked incredulously.
"A little one," Ginny said, reaching for another letter.
"Pass."
"Gringotts says you can come protect the high security vaults. Says they won't even use the noisemakers on you if you behave." Ron let out a small laugh. "I don't think they're quite over the whole breaking in and freeing the dragon thing."
"They still make me go through a high security check if I try to go to my vault. It's easier to send Ginny."
"Flourish and Blotts wants you to do a story hour every Saturday." Hermione smiled down at the letter in her hand. "They'll even let you pick the book you want to read."
"Oh, do that one, please!" Ginny grabbed the letter from Hermione. "I have a whole list of books you can read. Like 'Green-eyed Boy,' the children's story of the boy who lived."
"We do not have that book." Harry eyed her warily.
"Oh, we most definitely do."
"We have two copies, I think," Hermione said.
"Rose was obsessed with the story," Ron added. "I think I still have it memorized." He cleared his throat and thought for a moment, then began reciting.
"Rest your head and sleep, my little one
And know that out there not too far
Another boy sleeps tonight as well.
He is the boy who lived-"
"With his lightning scar!" Hermione and Ginny finished with him. The three of them burst out laughing while Harry looked on trying to hide his smile.
"I can't believe all of you know that book. I've been betrayed."
"Of course, we know the story." Ginny wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "The main character is my favorite character ever."
Harry smiled and turned to face her. "Oh, is he?"
Ginny pressed a kiss to his lips. "He is. I hear he got hot when he grew up." Harry smiled, and kissed her again.
Ron made gagging noises.
Harry smiled into the kiss and spoke against her lips. "Do you think your brother will ever get used to the fact that we are together?"
Ginny pulled back slightly, the same twinkle in her eye that he fell in love with years ago. "Maybe by our 40th anniversary."
Ron snorted. "Maybe the 50th, if you're lucky."
Ginny grabbed the letter again. "Well I think you should do it. It would be so well attended."
"Because people would come to gawk at the Man who Lived Twice?" Harry asked wryly.
"Because you have the best reading voice. Everyone will want to come hear you speak."
Harry smiled, and leaned in to kiss her again.
"Oh, this one is from the Goblins again," Ron said, ignoring the intimate moment. "They say you can come stand at the entrance to the vaults and make sure no one goes into any vault except their own. You would still have to go through extra security every day before work though."
"They really know how to hold a grudge, don't they?"
"Harry, you're talking about Goblins, who are still angry at wizards for not returning the items they purchased from Goblins centuries ago," Hermione said. "Your great, great, great, great grand kids will still have to go through added security to get into the vault."
Harry grabbed at the letter in Ron's hand. "Think they'd let us off if I did security for them?"
"No," Ron, Hermione and Ginny said together before busting out laughing again.
Harry grabbed a new letter. "Oh, Honeydukes wants me to be a flavor tester!"
Natasha Romanoff, who’s no stranger to all things regarding lack of choice finds herself at a rally in favor of an individual’s right to choose, accompanied and supported by her fellow Avengers. Unintentionally she stumbles upon a rather interesting woman in the crowd, and things get messy quickly
Warnings:
The Government, Cops—at protests/in general, Violence, Roe v. wade discussion, Past traumas resurfacing. Very much hurt / comfort, with a cheesy/hopeful ending.
If this is likely to offend you, feel free to pass by, but I’ll never apologize / not call the world out for being a literal hellfire. 🤷🏼♀️
June 24, 2022
Natasha woke up with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach, and no matter what she did it remained there; slowly crawling up, and gnawing at her chest throughout the entirety of her morning training.
She took a shower to wash away the remains of her workout, secretly hoping that it would also alleviate this unbound anxiety, but nothing changed.
It wasn't until she reached the kitchen for breakfast that she began to understand the source of her anxiety. Wanda was angrily muttering curses in her mother tongue, aimlessly waving her spatula around in the direction of the TV that was quietly playing the morning news, and getting batter everywhere.
"Can you fucking believe this?" Wanda scoffs, Natasha quickly moves around the angry Sokovian, avoiding the flying batter and approaching the TV so that she could draw up an understanding for her best friend's unbridled anger.
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Supreme Court overturns Roe v. Wade, ending right to abortion upheld for decades
The emboldened headline reads as it trails across the screen, causing a new wave of pain to suddenly crash over the former assassin deep seeded trauma being brought back to the surface without relent.
"No, I can't!" Pepper seethes as she walks in, angrily slamming her sunglasses onto the counter, and meeting Wanda's fierce gaze.
"Yeah, this is going to ruin so many young mens lives." Tony adds, and the women all turn to him with unchallengeable glares, causing the man to slowly back himself out of the kitchen with his hands raised in surrender.
The women continue to discuss the many implications of the ruling, how traumatic it's going to be for so many, and in many other ways deadly.
Natasha just sits there silently, no longer really feeling the pains of hunger, but also not really trusting her legs to get her back to her room. Flashes of her time in the red room continue to play in the back of her mind as she listens in.
Natasha's no stranger to the conversation at hand, she remembers a time when she had actually been "pro-life." Natasha's stance at the time was entirely rooted in the trauma of never having been given the choice to begin with.
The right to be a mother, should she dream it—which she did—was stripped from her before she'd even reached her adulthood. After many thoughtful debates with her only adversary at the time, and his wife Laura, she began to change her tune. The realization finally hitting her one day like a semi truck that what she was so vehemently protesting against was what she deserved all along.
The right to choose; to make the decision herself.
To have a right over her body and how it was to be used.
The simple common sense prospect that the government should have no say in the matters of what a person chooses to do with their body.
The right to medical anonymity..
"We should go to a rally." Wanda says, catching the redheads attention.
"I'm already on it! The Avengers backing a cause like this will hopefully have some sort of positive influence." Pepper mutters, leaving the kitchen at once with her phone to her ear, and a plan in her heart.
Wanda turns to face Natasha, shocked by her lack of engagement seeing as how the redhead is almost always quick to join in on such topics.
"Oh Nat..." Wanda coos, realization suddenly hitting the witch, and it's only then that Natasha also realizes she was crying.
Wanda pulls her friend into a strong hold, the burning pancakes long forgotten as she holds her trembling friend close, and finds herself crying along with her.
What a rough day it is to be a human...
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June 26th, 2022
After a few counter-debates, a couple bruised egos, and a nearly bruised face the Avengers had all banded together to join the citizens of New York on the streets. All in agreement that no matter their personal beliefs that a person shouldn't be subjected to said beliefs under the threat of law.
Natasha's hair was thrown up into a lazy bun, wearing a red bandanna to keep the stray hairs from her makeup-less face. Donning a pair of biker shorts, all day sneakers, and a t-shirt that read: "My Body, My Choice!" and just beneath the words was a spread of flowers surrounding a raised skeletal middle finger.
A bittersweet smile consuming her face at the sight of her family all coming together and rallying in favor of such a divisive topic.
Tony—redeeming himself, was in the thick of it, holding an overly enthusiastic Morgan up on his shoulder's, her tiny voice managing to roar when chanting along with everyone else in the crowd. Pepper was nearby them, handing out pamphlets of information to all those in need while also handing out ice cold waters to those who'd already been out in the sun for hours.
Steve, with some tough love from Sam and Bucky had joined the rally as well. Holding up a very anti-Uncle Sam's club sign that read: "This is not the America that we fought for, we respect women, and their right to choose."
Bruce was holding hands with his girlfriend, walking alongside her as Helen held up the other end of the sign they'd formulated the night before. Information upon information disproving the "life begins at conception" argument, and reading the justices to filth.
Thor was deep in the crowd, lifting up arm loads of children, and allowing them to perch atop his biceps while he marched along, shouting in unison with the people around:
“My Body, My Choice!,”
“Keep your rosaries off our ovaries!,”
“Our Bodies,
Our Futures,
Our Abortions,” and a slurry of others.
He surely had the spirit, and that was truly all that mattered.
Wanda had commandeered the makeshift stage, reading the court to filth on her own accord, while also reading the anonymously sent in stories of all those with a uterus, and all the ways in which they've been mistreated.
Stories ranging from how they nearly died carrying their babies to full term, just to be forced into pushing out the soulless body of all their dreams of what could've been.
To the ones about not having the right to tie one's tubes without express permission from a husband, and that's only after giving birth to two children—one of each sex of course.
Then the discussion of overall reproductive health, and the accompanying discrimination Trans men face whenever taking their health into their own hands. Between discrimination, lack of adequate care, and pure ignorance many slip through the cracks of the deeply broken system.
Natasha was proud of her best friend, passing her by with a thumbs up as she walked alone; intent on observing the diverse crowd full of people coming together, while also on FaceTime with Clint and his brood.
Heart soaring incredibly high whenever a little kid was donning Avengers themed apparel while fighting for what was right, only ever stopping her march for photos with said youth of the world.
"Did you see her in her black widow suit replica? Oh and when her face lit up when she saw me, it was just so adorable." Natasha gushes to the archer, who at the moment can really only see her sharp jawline, and a glimpse of her beaming smile after the interaction.
Clint's smile matched hers, as he began to imagine the day his best friend would greet his family with one of her own; his thoughts were quickly brought back to the reality of the day though when he heard intense chanting.
"I'll talk to you later Clint!" Natasha shouts over the chanting, then smiles down at him as she presses the red button.
Natasha was peering ahead at the loud crowd, noticing that in the far out distance there's a line of cops at the end of the street all clearly overdressed in combat gear.
"It's horrible isn't it?"
Natasha turns to the direction of the voice to see a gorgeous woman stood to her left. Looking down she notices the rather sizable bump residing beneath the perfectly illustrated shirt: "Pro Choice" is what it reads with the universally known closed fist holding a hanger up in between the words. Then on the back is a drawing of a uterus, curved around the top of it the words read:
"Uteruses Brought You Into The World."
Then below the illustration it reads:
"Uteruses Will Vote You Out."
"The rights of millions stripped away, then we're made to feel wrong for legally protesting so that we'll just be beaten into silence." You continue, Natasha listening as best she could while admiring your pretty face.
Simple observation tells her you’re seemingly harmless, so she’s left to wonder where it is you manage to store all this pent up rage. Then she looks beside you to see you were here alone, she'd assume your partner was working but then she takes notice of the obvious indent on your finger where a ring once sat.
You felt her inquisitive stare so you decided to answer the number one question on everyone's tongue. Seeing as how she didn't ask herself, you felt it fair enough to tell her.
"They left..."
Natasha's eyes widen as she realizes you caught on to her stare.
"Just handed me $100 to get an abortion then walked right out the door, fucking idiot thought that would even be enough."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to stare, nor less did I mean to seem as if I was trying to pry." She stutters out a half truth, having always intended on taking your appearance in, but not in such an obvious way.
You refrain from smiling at her nervousness, seeing as how she was the Black Widow, and was known for her ability to play things cool.
"Don't be... It's a fair question when you see a pregnant woman with a ring line. Well, actually it really isn't fair to ask, but it is to wonder." You chuckle out lightly, enjoying the beautiful smile you're able to pull from her, not really knowing why she’s smiling but being grateful for it nonetheless.
"I just don't see how someone leaves you, you seem so sweet." Natasha admits without hesitation, and a blush tints her cheek when she feels your hand squeeze her own in appreciation.
"Well thank you kindly, I guess they just fell out of love with me, getting pregnant wasn't easy for us, and when it finally happened they had apparently just checked out."
"Oh, so this was planned?"
Natasha didn't mean to say it so offensively, and you were able to understand that, but still you released a bitter chuckle while pulling off to take a much needed break from marching. When Natasha followed you off the street you weren't sure why she was so invested in your story, but you continued on nonetheless as she settled beside you on the curb.
"After we had already tried to do it on our own at home, we ended up spending years doing fertility treatments, and somewhere along the way their faith had apparently wavered. When they left they even told me that the last time they only partook in the treatment because they had expected it to fail.”
Natasha grabbed your shaky hand the moment she had seen the tears falling from your eyes, she didn’t exactly know you, but she could definitely tell you didn’t deserve this, and to see you like this honestly broke her heart.
“Here I was excited to bring new life into the world with my spouse of five years, and the whole time they were just hoping it would fail. All my time and energy went into finding ways to fix me, to figure out why I couldn’t pull this all together, I convinced myself that I was broken, but now I know it was never me.”
“It was perplexing to say the least, I’d almost always make it through the first trimester, then it would all come crumbling down. From the outside we looked like the ideal couple who’d just fallen on hard times, but now that they left I realize I’m the better one for it. Without the fighting, and the abnormal bouts of stress, I was able to get passed my usual lull, and now here I am, six months later and thriving.”
Natasha appreciated the way you were able to smile through your tears while rubbing your free hand over your protruding belly.
“I’m not looking forward to being alone, but my daughter here will be loved immensely, and I’m out here rallying because I’ll be damned if my little girl here has to grow up in a world where her rights are treated as nothing short of expendable. She deserves better than that, all these little ones running around here do.”
“Yeah, they do, and I’m just happy to hear you realized along the way that you did as well. Your ex sounds awful, and if you want me to handle them just let me know…”
You chuckle at her casual offer of violence, then after a moment you are made aware of yourself, and the ways in which you’ve probably embarrassed yourself in front of the beautiful, well put together Avenger.
“I’m sorry.” You meekly relay while pulling your hand out of hers to wipe away at your tear covered face.
“Honey, please don’t apologize, I was the nosy one who followed you around, and I’m glad I did. You’re like a breath of fresh air for me.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure your fellow Avengers are just so hard to live with.” You tease, and the woman smirks at your jab.
“Trust me, you wouldn’t believe the half of it.” She teases right back, standing up she wipes the gravel off of her hands and onto her pants then she extends her hand out to help you up.
The both of you continue to march with the crowd, sharing far more lighthearted stories, and with each one Natasha feels herself becoming more drawn to you, and your beautiful, intricate story.
“No way the God of Thunder did that!” You gasp, and the redheaded beauty laughs freely at your obvious shock.
“Yes, he did! I promise you…”
“So, you’re telling me that he literally just bursted through the doors of the compound with no warning in only his underwear after months of being away?”
“Yeah, and instead of telling us why he was nearly naked and covered in muck he was running into the kitchen in search of his secret pop-tarts, and when he found them gone it was a living hell… He threw all of us outside, and we were made to stand under a storm until the culprit made themselves known.”
“Who did it?” You ask, shaking with anticipation, your money was honestly on Tony, he sounded like enough of a man child.
“After about an hour of running surveillance Tony’s AI had discovered that it was indeed Thor who’d finished them off…”
“No fucking way, this just keeps getting better.”
“Yeah, so he was quick to take off before anyone of us could obviously retaliate. It was honestly the weirdest Friday off I’ve ever had.” Natasha recalls, and you concur that it indeed sounds weird as the both of you laugh over the ridiculous story, and your joined hands casually swing between your bodies.
Natasha obviously noticed that your hand had somehow made its way into hers, the woman had never been big on touch, but with you it was different. The whole time her heart had felt like it was going to explode from the pure bliss having you close had brought her. Then within another second she was beyond grateful that it was there because she was able to swiftly spin you around and pull you into her body.
With how immersed in your lighthearted bubble the both of you had been you had failed to realize how hostile the energy had become the closer you got to the end of the sanctioned off march. One second you’re both giggling, the next you’re choking on tear gas, struggling to breathe while the redhead uses her own body like a total champ to take the blows of whatever projectile comes your way.
Natasha took her flannel from around her waist and threw it over your head, doing her best to shield you from the lingering gas. Surveying the area she noticed a group of rogue cops working to arrest people, using brute force, her heart was near to shattering as she saw children in their lineup.
Her mind had been pulling her every which way, but at the forefront was her need to protect you from any harm. Luckily for her she saw Tony shoving Pepper and Morgan into the car with Happy, so she waved him down then escorted you in that direction.
“Honey, I’m going to leave you with a good friend of mine. He’ll take you back to our place, and our medical team can help with the gas.”
“What about you?” You ask, hands tightly holding onto her shirt, as you try to hide the tremble in your voice but of course Natasha picked up on it.
“Don’t worry about me sweetheart, I’m going to stick around for a bit, do my best to help the people who need it, maybe even put the cops in their place.
“Please don’t, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Natasha smiles widely at your words, not that you could see it, but your concern for her did in fact warm her heart.
“Honey, I think you forget who I am..” She teases, removing her flannel from your head, then taking a bottle from Pepper’s hand she drenches her flannel, then ties it securely around your irritated eyes.
“Please stay safe…” You relay, reaching out to cup her face, but in your blinded stupor you instead ended up lightly groping her.
“I can assure you my boobs will be just fine, don’t you worry…” She laughs out, finding the moment rather hilarious, albeit endearing.
She pulls your rapidly retreating hands into her own, squeezing them for reassurance that all is well as she settles you into the car.
“I’ll be just fine honey, I’ll see you soon.” She whispers into your ear before gently kissing your lips, and slamming your door shut before you could say a word.
Walking away with a newfound pep in her step she pulls her batons from her bag, and walks in tandem with her team towards the pathetic line of combat officers who started a battle they were never meant to win.
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Natasha returns to the compound with her fellow Avengers who all made their way towards the medbay to get themselves patched up. Today wasn’t meant to be an Avengers level threat, but the moment cops made the peaceful protest violent that’s exactly what it became. Though her body was aching from the constant blows she took, all she’d wanted was to ensure that you made it back here safe and sound.
Her search ended quickly, having heard your calming voice singing a lullaby from the common room. Observing from the doorway she saw you sat on the couch looking as good as new, with a sleeping Morgan’s head beside your lap, hand gently working through her tangled hair as you soothed her to sleep. Somehow you’d convinced Pepper she’d be safe with you, then Morgan herself allowed it, and for you to have pulled that off tells Natasha she wasn’t wrong in putting her trust in you.
Natasha walks into the common room, approaching from the side on quiet feet, quietly greeting you, and being met with your beautiful, kind smile. It quickly falls though as you take in her appearance, noting her split lip, bruised knuckles, and scattered bruises along all of her exposed skin.
“I don’t even know where to start with you.” You finally speak, voice maternal and stern, causing the once beaming Avenger to wince as she looks down at you.
“I-I…”
“First you charm me with that stupid smirk and your beautiful caring eyes, then you save me as if I’m some damsel in distress which is like the opposite of the feminist movement we are meant to be apart of, but somehow that has only seemed to further my attraction to you…”
Natasha smirks at your ramblings, paying no mind to the pain it inflicts when she does, because your words serve no purpose greater than to bring her joy.
“Then you just kiss me, absolutely no warning whatsoever, and then you just run off like that’s the thing to do… Look Natasha, I’m not interested in games, so I need to know…”
You attempt to stand up, struggling more than expected as the lived upon couch attempts to swallow you whole. Natasha’s arm wraps around your waist, hoisting you up the rest of the way as if you weighed nothing, bringing you that much closer to her.
“Like I was saying, I need to know your intentions here, because—.”
Natasha cuts you off with a gentle, but passionate kiss, lips moving against yours for but a brief moment before she’s pulling back to confirm your concerns.
“You’re not playing games, and I promise you honey, neither am I…”
The twinkle in her eye, paired with the soft smile is enough to let you know she’s serious.
“Well, I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”
“This was definitely not our first date.” Natasha scoffs, causing you to giggle, then as your giggles subside a tense silence falls around the both of you.
“I thought I told you to be safe…” You whisper, reaching out to brush a thumb over her lip, the gentleness of your touch sends a shiver down her spine.
“Honey, this was nothing, I promise I’m fine.” She’s quick to brush you off, placing a kiss to your forehead before she’s scooping up the five year old and grabbing your hand to take you elsewhere.
Natasha observes your adorable pouting face, so she relents on skipping visiting the medbay for the sake of your peace of mind, wanting to ensure she doesn’t stress you out.
“I’ll make you a deal honey… You take a much needed nap with this little one, and once you wake up I’ll have been down to the medbay, and have a dinner date planned for us. You in?”
“Definitely…” You squeal, followed up quickly by a yawn, laying down beside a slumped Morgan, finally allowing the exhaustion you’d been ignoring consume you once you were surrounded by the comforting scent of Natasha’s sheets.
Natasha quietly shut her bedroom door once she hears your light snores, feeling utterly accomplished as she sprinted off towards the medbay, nearly tripping on her way down to tell Wanda everything.
Who knew that being on the right side of history would be enough to bring her towards a prospective happy ending; finding you was like a one in a million chance, and if it all goes well her far off dreams will have become a reality…
Soooo, I'm having some technical difficulties at the moment, but didn't want to leave yall hanging. Here is a little sneak peak from Part One of the sequel :) The full thing will hopefully be posted tomorrow evening at the latest. Until then, here's some fluff
an excerpt from Just Come Home - Part One
The shrill sound of an alarm rips through the silence. The endless string of high pitch beeping pulls three out of the depths of sleep.
The first movement you are aware of is behind you. Careful not to jostle you or Wanda, Natasha sits up. You whine against the loss of the warmth.
You lift your head from its place on Wanda’s chest and peak over your shoulder. “Tasha?’ you call out softly, only half awake.
“Shhh,” the Russian tries to replace the warmth by pulling the blanket up over your body, but you don’t want a blanket. You want your girlfriend spooning you from behind like she was two minutes ago. “I’m just going on my run,” she whispers. She runs her fingers through your hair, hoping to coax you back to sleep, which you desperately needed. Last night had been emotionally draining for everyone, but especially you.
“What time is it?” you ask sleepily.
Nat looks over her shoulder to the clock on the bedside table, “a little after 4.”
A long sigh escapes your lips, “ok.” Just as carefully as Natasha, you extract yourself from Wanda’s arms. You press a kiss to her forehead before turning to get out of the bed.
Your girlfriend stops you before you get even one leg over the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?” Nat asks.
“Back to my room, time to go,” your sleep fog brain forgetting the events of the night before.
Natasha gently grabs your shoulders and guides you back into a lying position on the bed, “lay back down.” She lays you on your side facing her. You feel a set of hands wrap around your waist possessively. Apparently, Wanda was not too keen on losing both of her cuddle buddies, even in her heavily asleep state.
“But Steve will see,” you remind her, but Nat has a reminder of her own.
She strokes your cheek and smiles warmly, “we don’t care about that anymore. Remember?” She leans down until her lips find yours. She kisses you soft. Your own tired lips try to keep up, but you have to admit the exhaustion is getting the better of you. Wanda’s arms wrap around you tighter, almost daring you to try and leave her embrace.
When Nat pulls away from the kiss to smile down at you, she’s satisfied that you are well on your way back to sleep.
The Russian presses a kiss to your cheek, “I love you.” She then reaches over you to kiss Wanda’s cheek as well, “I love you.” She leans back down to your eye level one last time, “go back to sleep.” She stays there a minute, softly stroking your cheek until she is certain you won’t try to get up the moment she steps away.
Natasha then stands to change from her pajamas into a running outfit. She only makes it a few feet from the bed before your voice stops her.
“Tasha?”
When she looks back at the bed, she is pleased to see you still fully relaxed, eyes closed. “Yes?”
You smile sleepily, not even opening your eyes. “Love you too,” you mumble before falling back into unconsciousness.
Natasha stands there for just a moment longer. She just can’t peel her eyes from the two of you wrapped up together. She’s not entirely sure what she had done to deserve the two of you, but she’ll be forever grateful. Quickly and quietly, she dresses and slips from the room without disturbing either of you.
Summary: Natasha likes to think she's prepared for anything to happen. Nothing could ever surprise her because she was always prepared for the worst. But no one warned that she was sorely lacking in preparing for the best when it came to you.
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Warnings: None
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The snow was crisp, crunching under Natasha's steps no matter how nimble she was. The cool air bit at her cheeks, making them rosy. It was far too cold to be out, yet that meant nothing to an Avengers.
"Anyone got eyes?" Natasha asked through her earpiece.
"It's way too snowy to see anything," Tony grumbled.
"I don't think we'll find the guy," Natasha mused, making Tony groan.
"It's supposed to be a drop," Steve's breathy voice came through. They could tell he was on a light jog.
"Yeah, but I bet the guy probably sent someone else to pick it up," Bucky groused. "I know I would. Fuck, I had it too good in Wakanda. This weather is ass."
"Watch your language," Tony mocked. "Your best pal might unfriend you."
"God," Steve groaned. "Let it go, Stark!"
"Yes, Elsa."
They all laughed through the line before quieting. Natasha looked around, searching for the best tree to get her view advantage. Maybe a little further south. It'd be unlikely someone would want to meet this deep in the forest in this weather. It'd be like asking for death.
"Hey, I think I have my eye on something," Sam's voice came through. "Outer southwest."
"I'm in that area," Natasha jumped in. "Give me the coordinates."
Natasha turned slightly as she took off in the direction Sam gave her. As she got closer, something was coming into her view, barely visible in the dark.
A car.
It was abandoned, but when Natasha came closer to inspect it, she could feel the tiniest heat radiating off the hood.
"It's a car," Natasha muttered as she walked around it. Footsteps on the driver's side led to the backseat before taking off north.
The trees prevented the snow from covering the fresh tracks too quickly, but they were starting to disappear.
"I'm going to check it out," Natasha told everyone.
"Need backup?" Steve asked.
"Maybe. Doesn't hurt."
"I'm close," Bucky said. "I'll chase after ya."
"Romantic," Natasha teased as Bucky huffed.
The footsteps took Natasha a lot further than she expected. It was clear whoever walked them was trying to get out of the forest, continuing to perhaps the closest town. They were trying to remain hidden inside but close enough to the road.
Natasha walked and walked until she found a small clearing. And in the small clearing, the footsteps kept going and going until Natasha gazed upon a body.
A young woman, which made Natasha feel something twist inside her. Her hair was crisp like the snow, littered with snowflakes. Her eyes were closed, and her skin had lost its saturation from the cold.
Frozen to death.
"Shit," Bucky's voice in the distance didn't startle Natasha.
"What? What is it?" Steve asked, an edge to his voice.
"Think we found a body."
Natasha came closer, finding the young woman leaning against the tree with her knees up, her coat over them.
How odd.
But the width of her legs was certainly too wide to be her own.
And then she heard it.
Teeth chattering.
Natasha felt something drop in her stomach as she lurched forward, grabbing the coat and gently lifting it up.
There was a young child, sheltered by your legs, holding her tiny hands together, rubbing them, and blowing on them. Her eyes were watery, her mouth trembling.
"Can you help?" Her voice was so small and so vulnerable. "Mommy's sleeping, and she's getting really cold."
Summary: Your relationship with Natasha and Wanda is a secret, but does it have to be?
Based on the song “Secret Love Song” by Little Mix
Warnings: this one does have a more explicit scene, bad words maybe?, Reader finally figures out how to talk about her feelings, bad writing
A/N: ****drum roll please**** HERE IT IS! The moment you’ve all been waiting for! Thank you for being patient with me. This really needs another proof read or two, but I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting any longer. Thank you for all of the love you have shown me and this series. I hope you enjoy!
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~Song Lyrics~
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Dream Sequence
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Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Everyone files into the conference room for an urgent last minute meeting. No one has any idea why they are here. The alert sent by Fury calling for the meeting was vague. All that was included was the time and location.
The first person you notice is Wanda, of course. No matter where you are, your eyes always search for your girlfriends first. The red head sits with empty seats on either side of her. You know she’s done that on purpose. One for Nat and one for you.
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