kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
A/N: Swimming pool adventures with Scarlett. Another fic for Black Widow Fest. Yes, I'm now treating posting every day as a streak I can't lose.
Not all gifts are as good as they seem.
You stared up at the Departures screen in the airport. Your flight was on schedule. You tried to be positive.
Another noisy family bustled past you, talking excitedly about their vacation plans. Normally, you’d have been thrilled about your own free tickets to the famous resort. But, ever since you’d started your job at an after school childcare club, the prospect of more crowded rooms filled with screaming children made you feel ill.
When she’d offered you the free vacation, your friend‘s generosity had been undermined by her patronising tone. Her husband had been given a big promotion at work, and now they couldn’t take the time off.
She told you that she knew you couldn't afford a vacation this year. She was right, of course, but charity was uncomfortable.
You finally glanced away from the Departures Board and over to the sea of children waiting at the gate for your flight. Two were already crying loudly. You fished absentmindedly in your pocket for a pair of earphones.
Suddenly, something unexpected collided with you. Or rather, someone. You startled in shock, taking a second to recognise the child clutching your legs in a tight hug.
‘Rose?’ You questioned in surprise.
Rose had been one of the most regular kids at the after school club. You patted the space between her shoulder blades automatically, not sure what to say. Rose was one of your favourite kids at the after school club, but this was still an intense greeting.
You glanced up, searching for her parents. A woman rushed over, stride hurried.
‘Rose.’ She called out in a reprimanding tone.
Your heart lifted suddenly and then dropped like a stone.
‘Holy shit.’ You said aloud as you recognised her instantly. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, her clothes were almost exaggeratedly casual. But, she was undeniably Scarlett Johansson.
Scarlett obviously heard your exclamation. She slowed her pace immediately, granting you a wary look. Her arm reached out toward her daughter.
‘Rose. Come here’ She directed at her.
Rose buried her face tighter against your leg. You cleared your throat awkwardly.
‘Hi.’ You stumbled out shyly. ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ Scarlett’s eyes flashed with surprise at your forwardness. You hesitated briefly before adding. ‘You must be Rose’s Mom.’
Immediately, it became clear that it was the right way to address her. Scarlett’s shoulders relaxed subtly. Her eyes roamed over you in clear assessment.
‘You work at her Kindergarten?’ Scarlett asked, real uncertainty in her tone.
‘Close.’ You smiled, feeling the strange urge to reassure her. You straightened up slightly as you reached to shake her hand. ‘The After School Club.’
‘Oh yeah, of course.’ Scarlett nodded, a slight flush to her cheeks. ‘You love it there, don’t you Rose?’
Rose didn’t answer. You brushed the top of her hair and smiled politely. Your attention flitted back to your Departure Gate. It looked a lot more appealing now that it was the easiest way to escape this awkward moment.
‘I should really be heading to my flight.’ You excused yourself and Scarlett nodded immediately. Her eyes hesitated on Rose for a moment, before she touched her back.
Rose gripped your legs tight again and the awkward energy of the interaction was at a new high.
‘Come on Rose.’ Scarlett said quietly, and you heard the underlying plead for her not to kick off.
You were definitely Rose’s favourite from the team at the After School Club, but this was still unexpected.
‘I’ll see you after vacation.’ You reminded the young girl in a gentle tone.
‘I hate vacation.’ Rose mumbled and heat caught the back of your neck as you saw hurt flashing across Scarlett’s face.
‘It’s not all bad.’ You hummed, crouching down to her level and carefully disentangling her grip. ‘You get to spend time with your Mom.’
Rose rolled her eyes and the gesture was both endearing and full of attitude.
Scarlett’s hand moved to her daughter’s shoulder.
‘We have to go.’ She told you and you straightened up too. The humming tension in the air was from family dynamics that had nothing to do with you.
Maybe you were projecting the vulnerability you saw in Scarlett’s expression. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help seeing it.
You spend the next three hours trapped in economy with loud and excited children. You mulled over the strange interaction at the airport. You’d never met a celebrity before, and you’d never expected her to be so human.
You tried to focus on the positives for your vacation. At least, you would not be staying at the busier family friendly hotel.
After your flight, you revelled in the quietness of the taxi shuttle that took you straight to the smaller second hotel. Your mind wandered to Rose and Scarlett. You’d met Rose’s father a few times, but never her mother. You wondered about Rose’s reaction to her summer vacation.
Discomfort lingered in your stomach when you thought of the hurt on Scarlett’s face.
Your hotel was pretty empty despite the summer season. The overly friendly receptionist told you that they’d had to transfer staff through to the larger, busier resort.
You took in the sea of silent hallways and decided to really be grateful for your friend’s gift.
There was a nervous excitement to all the staff that you met, and you wondered if having a quieter hotel was something they looked forward to.
That evening, you found a small sports bar, located in the back of the hotel. You stayed to eat a burger and make small talk with the bartender. You didn’t mind being on your own, but you were starting to realise the awkwardness of travelling alone. You glanced over to the games corner of the bar, feeling a bit too pathetic.
The bartender offered you a leaflet about all the amenities that the resort hosted. Most were shared with the sister hotel. You remembered the screaming children on your flight and shuddered.
You wished desperately to have a balance between feeling crowded and lonely. When you left the bar, the bartender waved like he knew you’d be back tomorrow. Despondently, you hoped he wasn’t right.
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You woke up in a better mood, having indulged in a lengthy lie in. You were the last to visit the complimentary breakfast buffet. The strangeness of being nearly alone in such a large space started to make you feel disoriented.
You felt like you were floating as you walked through the hallways. All the wallpaper was the same and for a moment you imagined that you were a minotaur trapped in a maze.
Spontaneously, you decided to spend the afternoon swimming. You’d read that this hotel had its own small pool on the premises.
Though you were looking forward to the peacefulness, part of you longed to see another guest. You were starting to feel like an unsupervised child yourself.
You strolled into the chlorine scented room, fluffy towel over your shoulder. You slowed uncertainty as you realised there were others already in the water. Then, you did a sharp double take.
Rose and Scarlett were standing together in the shallow pool. You blinked away the sudden shock of it. Absurdly, you wondered why you hadn’t seen them both on your flight. Then, Scarlett flicked her hair back and you remembered just how famous she was.
You paused, feeling a rush of shyness. You glanced back at the door, wondering if you could sneak back out.
The heavy door behind you shut itself loudly, making the decision on your behalf.
Rose’s head swivelled curiously at the sound. She called your name excitedly as she scrambled over to the side of the pool. She began to clamber out to greet you.
You hurried over automatically, the last thing you wanted was for her to slip on the wet tiles.
‘Hi.’ You greeted them both, glancing shyly in Scarlett’s direction. Scarlett seemed thrown by your presence. Still, she gave a friendly wave.
Rose clasped your hand in her small one and led you over to the vacant plastic deck chair, right next to theirs. You barely had time to put your white robe down, before she was dragging you back to the pool.
‘I like your water wings.’ You told her as you walked down the small steps into the water together. Rose beamed brightly, lifting her butterfly-patterned arms higher.
‘My daddy got them for me.’ She informed you proudly.
You caught a minute flicker of pain in Scarlett’s expression. You glanced away, pretending not to see.
‘You love butterflies, right?’ You checked, remembering all of her drawings from the Weekend Kid’s Club. Rose nodded eagerly.
Scarlett cleared her throat awkwardly and your attention snapped to her.
‘You don’t have to stay in the shallow end.’ She told you. You scanned her face, not sure if she was asking you to leave or offering you an out. ‘Rose and I were just passing some time before lunch.’
You didn’t have to look down to know that Rose was pouting. You shrugged easily.
‘I’m just passing some time too.’ You said cheerfully. Your smile was more confident than you were.
You realised that you’d said the right thing when your answer relaxed her.
Scarlett’s blonde hair was tied up in a short ponytail. Strands of blonde hair were tucked behind her ears, and her silver ear piercings sparkled with water.
At last, the attraction you’d been trying to ignore rushed through you.
You kept your eyes determinedly on her face. You tried not to think about her black one piece. It took significant will power.
Rose’s mom
You forcefully reminded yourself.
Suddenly, you felt a splash of water and swivelled around. Rose splashed you again, laughing in delight.The water barely caught your hip, but you knew it was her best.
‘Rose.’ Scarlett’s reprimanding tone was immediate. You’ve already begun a dramatic pretence of falling over.
Rose ignored her Mom’s chastisement, squealing with laughter as you hit the water.
Scarlett’s brow furrowed, clearly thrown by your unexpected response. Again, you caught a quiet nervousness in her eyes.
You took a chance, getting back to your feet. In one fast movement, you skimmed your hand across the top of the water, sending a splash towards both Rose and her Mom.
Scarlett spluttered clumsily through the face full of water. Rose erupted into an even wilder spurt of laughter.
You waited with nervous anticipation for Scarlett’s reaction. You watched, breath held, as she wiped the water dramatically from her face. You noted the way Rose imitated her eagerly.
‘You’re dead.’ Scarlett threatened, in a low teasing tone.
Rose’s mouth hung open with gleeful anticipation.
You turned to run in inevitably slow motion, trying to put some distance between you.
Scarlett approached with an ominously slow walk. Rose buzzed with energy, keeping carefully at her mother’s side.
You felt yourself backed into the deepest corner of the shallow pool. The water here brushed your waist. Rose began to look a little overwhelmed.
Glancing once at her daughter, Scarlett took the final step, pinning you into the corner.
She smiled at you victoriously. Your mouth tasted suddenly dry.
You watched her palm fly down towards the water, smacking it with an almighty splash.
You gasped through the shock of being drenched as she picked up her giggling daughter and started to sprint slowly back across the pool.
The game repeated itself very easily.
Before you knew it, a whole hour had passed you by.
You’d been hoping to avoid kids this vacation. But, it was easy to admit that this was the highlight of your vacation so far.
It definitely helped that you had a huge crush on Rose’s mom.
You walked together back up the pool steps and over to the plastic deckchairs. Scarlett’s hand brushed your arm and you startled slightly.
‘Thanks for that.’ She murmured sincerely.
You could read the relief in her eyes. You wondered privately how much fun they’d been having before you’d got here.
‘I had the best time.’ You assured her, feeling your heart beat louder the longer her hand touched your arm.
‘If you’re free later, you’re welcome to join us for lunch?’ Scarlett suggested hesitantly.
You nodded immediately, ducking your head slightly and hoping she wouldn’t see the sudden shyness in your gaze.
Scarlett told you the name of the restaurant, and that their table was under the name Johnson.
You nodded and gave Rose a wink as she wandered back towards you, arms now free from the water wings.
‘Nice to meet you Miss Johnson.’ You called back to Scarlett before you left the pool.
You pressed the 'Close Doors' button on the elevator eagerly, already desperate to see her again.
summary | After being hired as a maid under Natasha Romanoff’s care, your suspicions on her intentions with you soon grow weary. With her request to wear a revealing uniform and her elongated stares, it’s not long before you can submit to more than just your attraction for her.
warnings | smut, dom/sub, dark-ish nat, praise kink, possessiveness, rough sex, fingering, mommy kink, bondage, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, slight spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex, vibrators, mommy nat (drooling), short skirts, fucks you over her desk tbh
a/n | hi this has already been published on other platforms for a whileeeee but i’m trying to cross upload my work on here cause i wanna write more. this was also my first time writing anything ever (let alone smut) so enjoy :)) any feedback is appreciated!!
word count | 6.3k
warning! (18+): language and sexual content. please refer to tags before reading.
Working under Natasha Romanoff had been a dream. From the very generous pay to the no expenses of living in her lavish mansion, it baffles you how lucky you were to get this job. It started off as a one-time summer thing, a side hustle to earn some extra money before your sophomore year as a college student. But once you learned how well a live-in maid gets paid, you realized there were far too many benefits of pursuing the job for more than just one summer.
What about a Natasha x reader where they have a special code word to let the other know the need a little extra loving when they are with other people?
Signal
Summary : You and Natasha have a certain sign for when you need some extra love :)
Warnings : none (i just didn't proof read it)
Notes : this is adorable! i changed it from a word to like a sign just to make it a little bit easier to write :)
A touch to the tip of your nose. That was your signal for Nat whenever you just needed, or wanted, some extra love. You two could be at a party, or just lounging around the tower, and you'd do the sign and Nat would immediately notice. A perk of dating a trained assassin and spy.
One time, Tony was throwing a party to celebrate another victory for the Avengers and Nat invited you as her plus one. You got all dolled up for the party and when you arrived, Nat was immediately by your side and complimented you.
"You look gorgeous, babe," she whispered as she guided you to her superhero friends.
You blushed and gave her a quick kiss before Thor and Bruce walked up to you two. Bruce handed you a drink, saying you'd need it to survive Tony's party. As you continued to talk to Thor and Bruce, Nat got pulled away by Tony to go talk to other people.
Once you caught up with Bruce and Thor, you continued to make your rounds to say hello to your friends. Steve, Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Maria Hill.
You hadn't seen Nat since you arrived, probably because people wanted to talk to her. You always teased her about being the famous Avengers, but she always argued Tony was the famous one. She just wouldn't admit it.
You found a seat at the bar, taking slow sips of your drink. Your eyes roamed around the party, trying to find Nat in the crowd of people. Finally, your eyes landed on your beautiful girlfriend and you gave her the sign.
A touch to the tip of your nose.
She immediately excused herself and went to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I feel like you're abusing the signal," she joked.
"Maybe, or I just want to see you," you replied, smiling.
You leaned your head on her shoulder, the two of you watching the party. It was just a sweet moment, one that you wanted to savor.
Then Tony walked up. "How's my favorite spy and her girlfriend doing?"
"Hey Tony," you and Nat answered at the same time.
"Is she treating you well?" Tony asked you, sarcastic as always. "You two spend enough time together? I can take her off some missions if you want more time together."
"Everything is fine, Tony. We're doing great, thank you," you answered, trying to hide your smile.
He gave you a little nudge before walking away. You looked at Nat and said, "does he always bother couples like that?"
"Meh, you get used to it."
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Another time, you were in the lounge room at the tower, hanging out with the Avengers and their friends. Nat was in the kitchen that was connected to the lounge area. You were just chatting with Steve and Sam when you did the sign, like it was second nature.
Almost instantly, Nat was sitting beside you on the couch and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. She pulled you closer and you leaned your head against her shoulder.
"Hang on a second, she just rushed over here from the kitchen out of nowhere, what?" Sam asked, interuppting Steve
"They have this not-so-secret signal they use," Steve answered.
"No we don't," Nat answered.
"Then what was that?"
"I just wanted to be next to my girl, is that so hard to believe?
"I- whatever, as I was saying..."
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It was late at night and you were staying with Nat at the tower. You were sitting on her comfy bed while she got ready for bed. Nat stood at her dresser, finishing her night rountine.
"Hey Nat," you said. She turned around to face you with a 'hm'.
You gave her the sign with a soft smile.
Nat rolled her eyes but her lips quickly formed a smile. She walked over to you, crawling into bed and pulling you close. She pulled the covers over you two and her arms were safely wrapped around you.
"Now I'm sure you're abusing the signal," she muttered, her eyes closed as the tiredness hit her.
"You love it though," you replied, your breathing matching hers as you two slowly fell asleep.
can you make a fic where natasha comes back tired from a mission and finds her girlfriend asleep on her bed with black widow merch (like she wearing a black widow hoodie and holding a teddy bear that wears a tiny version of nat suit)
Always A Fangirl
word count: 915
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any
A/N: hope you enjoy!! :D
Everyone loved and adored the Avengers. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't grown up being a fan of them, going to every event possible.
When Black Widow made eye contact with you at an event, you thought your heart would burst out of your chest.
But when a chemical explosion gave you superpowers, and you were approached about being part of the Avengers yourself, your heart practically did burst out of your chest.
Now, you'd be training and saving the world with the people you'd looked up to for years. You were still convinced that you were dreaming.
A few months in, reality finally settled. You were in fact an Avenger. You got fighting lessons from Natasha, Steve, Bucky, and Sam. Meanwhile, Wanda and Carol helped you learn to control your powers.
Of course, it was rather difficult at first. You had virtually no experience, and didn't want to disappoint. But instead of disappointment, you were met with encouragement. The more time you spent with them, the better you got.
After spending a few more months with the Avengers, your celebrity crush became your actual crush. You made every effort to show your feelings to Natasha, and hope that there was any possible chance that they were reciprocated. Wanda and Peter would come up with the most extravagant plans that ended with you and Natasha together, but you were too afraid to follow through.
That is until, you saved her life on a mission and she kissed you in gratitude.
From then on, the two of you were together and inseparable. You didn't love her for the same reasons as before, though. You didn't love her for the way she posed for magazines, and waved to crowds.
Instead, you loved her for the look in her eyes when she was happy. You loved her for her smile, her laugh, the way she pressed her eyebrows together when she was getting annoyed, the way she squeezed your hand right before missions. You loved her for how she loved and cared for her family, considering she really was the one who held everyone together.
You loved her, and that was all that mattered. And she loved you just as much.
So now, she was finally coming back from a month-long mission. She was supposed to be coming back tomorrow, but fully intended on surprising you tonight.
Currently, you were asleep in your shared bedroom. You stayed up late watching movies, but fell asleep around 2:00 AM.
When Natasha quietly opened the door, she couldn't help but smile at the sight.
The dark room was lit only by your laptop, which still played the sounds of the movie. You were under the covers laying on your side, completely knocked out.
She brought her hand to your face, gently rubbing her thumb against your cheek.
"Hi, detka," she said softly, in that voice you adored so much.
Luckily for her, it didn't take long for you to begin stirring. You let out a small groan before rolling onto your back.
"Y/N/N, it's me," she told you.
When it finally registered to you that your girlfriend was home, your eyes shot open. You practically threw your arms around her as soon as you sat up.
"Natty," you breathed into her neck as you hugged her tighter. She chuckled against you, hugging you just as tight.
When you broke apart, you wasted no time in capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Of course, it was intended to be short and quick. But seeing as you hadn't seen her in over a month, you couldn't help but allow her tongue to explore your mouth.
"I missed you so much," you said.
Natasha didn't reply. Instead, she kissed you again. She missed you too, and wanted to show you how much.
When you broke apart for air, that's when she finally noticed your clothes.
"Detka..." she said, prompting you to tilt your head to the side in confusion. "What are you wearing?"
That's when it hit you; you were wearing your Black Widow hoodie you've had since long before you became an Avenger. And to make matters worse, there was a Black Widow teddy bear on your pillow.
Blood rushed to your face as a smile crept upon hers. You couldn't be more embarrassed; you had never told Natasha that you were a fan of hers, let alone had merch.
Meanwhile, she thought the sight of her girlfriend wearing her merch was adorable.
You stared at each other in silence for a few moments.
"I'm sorry,"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
You both said at the same time. Her smile faded into a look of concern.
"Why would you be sorry?"
"I dunno, it might seem weird that I was like... a Black Widow fangirl before joining the team. And now I'm dating Black Widow, and you never knew."
"It's not weird! It's adorable, plus, you look really cute wearing that hoodie."
Your cheeks felt warm once again, just as her smile grew bigger.
"So you're not like... weirded or creeped out or anything?" You asked.
"Of course not," she said, bringing her hand up to your face.
"Oh..."
"Yeah!" She said. "I just wish I knew sooner, 'cause you look good in that,"
You laughed in amusement, smiling as she pulled you into her lap.
"Now that you're back, I won't be needing the Widow Teddy Bear,"
i feel like nat would set you two up bc of how oblivious/nervous the two of you are
not before giving you a stern warning (threatening your life) to not hurt her little sister
yelena is a little shocked but relieved that you share feelings for her
at first she’s a bit closed off but opens up once she knows you’re really there for her
she needs a lot of assurance :)
she isn’t experienced in relationships so usually you just straight up tell her if something is bothering you in the relationship to avoid miscommunications and arguments
if you complain to her about your work, coworkers, or just having a bad day, she’s already up and asking who she needs to kill
she’s not big on pda, the occasional brush of your hands by hers and lingering gazes leave her wanting more
when you’re in private though she loves to cup your cheeks to kiss you firmly
you love playing with her rings when you two hold hands
you end up wearing some of them
they remind you of her whenever you’re alone and absentmindedly fiddle with them
she buys matching vests for you (and fanny)
when you two spend the night in, she’ll put on some random show and play with your hair while snuggled up on the couch
you convince her to braid your hair
in turn she lets you do her makeup
whenever she comes back from missions and meets you she envelopes you in such a firm hug and buries her face in your neck murmuring how much she misses you
after, there’s always some small souvenir she gives you, she says they reminded her of you during her missions
you have a small area in your home just for those souvenirs
yelena wants to experience things she never got to as a child, so you love taking her to the movies, festivals, and silly little adventures
when her face lights up during these dates>>>
sometimes you wake up at 3 AM to find her in the kitchen making mac n cheese and listening to old 80s music
Summary: When you need Natasha she will always be there. Through all of your sick days to help you feel all better. You are Natasha's little one and there is nothing she wouldn't do for you // Natasha taking care of you while you are sick
Pairings: Caregiver/mama!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader (sfw age regression)
Word Count: 1.9k
Notes: So I've been real sick lately and that's what inspired this one! A lot of little things in here is loosely based on things that happened while I been sick if that makes sense. Idk I hope you enjoy this and it can bring some comfort. Also reader calls Natasha mama throughout this bc it felt more comforting to me to use that so hopes it okay! And I can't tag anyone right now so I can't add my taglist for this so I'm sorry! everyone remember to stay hydrated and spread love <33
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As soon as Natasha got notified that you were sick, she was instantly on her way back to the compound. Natasha would do anything to make sure her little one was taken care of the way you deserved to be taken care of. So as soon as she received comms from Wanda that you were ill, she immediately stopped her mission, got on the quinjet and made her way back home to you.
Three days prior you had woken up with a sore throat and a slight fever. Luckily for you, there was a small break in missions so you had time to rest and get better. Unlucky for you, Natasha was away on a week long mission. You wished she wasn’t on the mission. That she was home with you. Natasha would always take amazing care of you. Part of you believed that you didn’t deserve the kindness that she showed you. Despite this, Natasha made it her daily mission to make sure you never had those doubts and that you always felt completely safe with her.
Even though Natasha would shower you in reassurance, you still had moments where you felt like you were overly clingy and needy. Which is why the first few days of being sick, you didn’t leave your room. You knew the minute you stepped out that you would bump into any of the others, they would instantly notice you were sick and contact Natasha. Knowing Natasha, she would drop anything to come back to you. But she was on an important mission and you didn’t want her to be disturbed.
Though as the days went by you ended up getting worse. Head was completely congested and you could barely get out of bed. No energy for anything. No energy to take care of yourself. You had planned ventures out of your room in a way that would avoid anyone. Getting away with it for a few days since everyone thought you were resting from the long mission you had just come back from prior to getting sick.
One morning you thought it was safe, that everyone had gone on the most recent mission. However, you missed the last team meeting where Wanda offered to stay back to make sure you were okay. The team trusted Wanda when she said she was worried about you. After Natasha, Wanda was the next person who knew you the best. And when you bumped into her that morning in the hallway you knew there was no going back. You instantly broke down in Wanda’s arms. She felt how warm you were and knew she had to tell Natasha.
‘I wan mama,’ You cried into Wanda’s chest as she held you. She was doing her best trying to be there for you but no one could replace the comfort you felt from Natasha.
‘Mama will be home soon, little one,’ Wanda rubbed your back gently, ‘I’ve got you, shh, you’re okay sweet one,’ Wanda cooed as she gave you small forehead kisses hoping to calm you down. You calmed down slightly but everything she was doing just reminded you of Natasha, making you upset that she wasn’t home yet.
Natasha rushed off the quinjet and into the lounge where Wanda said you’d be. Her eyes softened as she saw the state you were in. You looked exhausted as your body shook from the small sobs. Wanda was quick to pass you over to Natasha as soon as Natasha sat down on the couch next to you. Your mind was too focused on how ill you felt along with not having Natasha to notice you were back in your mama’s arms.
‘Shh my sweet angel, you’re okay. Mama’s home now,’ Natasha whispered close to your ear, hoping your mind would listen and recognise the change in voice. Natasha rocked you gently cooing more sweet nothings until your body slowly calmed down. The violent sobs turned into smaller ones until only a few little hiccups were left.
‘Mama?’ You sniffled and reached up to wipe your puffy eyes before looking at Natasha. Your pout was emphasised and Natasha’s heart felt like it was going to burst from the love she had for you. She felt terrible that she hadn’t been home for you, knowing that you’ve let this build up given by the state you were in.
‘I’m here darling, what’s wrong little angel?’ Natasha brushed back the bits of hair that fell in your face, leaving her hand on your cheek. You leaned into Natasha’s touch, a small smile spreading on your face.
‘Feels icky, mama. Tum tum sore an head hurt,’ You dropped your smile and gave your best puppy eyes and pout, ‘Mama make it better now?’
‘Mama will try her best, little one,’ Natasha pulled you back against her chest. Attempting to comb her fingers through your hair but being stopped by your whines when her fingers got tangled in knots. It hurt to see you like this, especially when Natasha couldn’t control it. She liked her little one to be happy and feeling the best they could be. But illnesses were Natasha’s cryptonite when it came to you. Completely out of anyone’s control, all she could do was try and take your mind off of it until you were all better.
‘Miss ou, sorry fo make ou come home,’ You looked down shyly starting to withdraw from Natasha. Feeling bad that she came back just for you. You didn’t feel important enough.
‘Hey hey, my sweet angel, look at me,’ Natasha’s hand under your chin moved your head to look up at you. Though you still avoided her gaze, ‘My sweet darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. You are the most important to me. No mission, nothing, will ever be more important than you are,’ Natasha kissed your forehead gently, ‘I will tell you as many times as you need, forever and always. I would do anything for you and it’s because I want to. I want to come home and take care of my little angel. My little angel is too small to take care of themselves,’ Natasha got a small giggle from you when she poked your sides gently, ‘I love you so much and mama is going to take great care of you and make sure all the icky stuffs goes away and only the good stuffs is left,’
‘Ou da bestest mama ever,’ You exclaimed, much happier now, wrapping your arms around Natasha’s neck and giving her the biggest hugs you could muster.
‘How about bath time for my little one? Need to tackle this birdsnest,’ You groaned realising what Natasha meant. You were hoping to avoid the mess that your hair has turned into over the last few days. Suddenly an idea popped into your head. You wriggled out of Natasha’s arms onto the floor.
‘If ou catchs me,’ You giggled running away from Natasha. Natasha was no doubt faster than you and could get you in no time, but she humoured you. Letting you have a few second head start and running incredibly slow. Thinking you had got away from her you slipped into your shared room and crawled under the bed.
Natasha was close behind, walking through the door not long after you had hidden, ‘Oh where could my little one possibly have gone?’ You watched as Natasha’s feet wandered around the room, ‘Hm how about in here?’ Natasha checked a few more places before moving around the side of the bed where your back was facing, ‘Oh I know,’ It was the same spot every time. A loud squeal left your lips when you felt Natasha’s hands on you taking you away from under the bed.
You were both smiling and laughing lots as Natasha hoisted you up onto her waist. Soon your laughs turned into coughing fits and Natasha’s expressions dropped into a more concerned one, ‘Angel…no more running until you’re all better. Only rest,’ Her voice was stern and you nodded, yawning with your head against her shoulder.
Natasha carried you to the bathroom sitting you on the counter while she got the bath nice and warm with plenty of bubbles. That was always your one request. You were gently placed in the bath and instantly picked up some bubbles to blow at her. You giggled while playing with your bath toys.
Natasha got her special spray and comb she used when detangling your hair. She hated this part and seeing you in pain but the happiness you had when it was done made it all worth it, ‘Now detka, this is going to hurt a little and mama is sorry. You know mama doesn’t like to see you in pain but once it’s done it’ll feel all nice,’ You nodded, frowning knowing what was coming. This wasn’t the first time this has happened and you both knew it wouldn’t be the last. But that’s what came with caring for her little one. Natasha would always be there, through the sickness and bad mental health days. Nothing would make Natasha leave you.
It was a slow process, but bit by bit Natasha was able to detangle your hair. She would stop every now and then to give you a break and pepper kisses all over your head and face. Even playing mermaids with you and your toys to distract your little mind, ‘Woah good job angel! It’s all done!’ You were happy and let Natasha know by the wide smile on your face.
Natasha then gently massaged the conditioner into your hair, giving you a little head massage. Feeling her fingers combing through your hair made you close your eyes, enjoying the comfort. You didn’t realise how exhausted you were until then. Natasha noticed and quickly finished the rest of your bath, wrapping you up in your favourite towel and getting your favourite pj’s ready.
‘You were such a good little angel today,’ Natasha cooed as she held you in her lap while your favourite movie played, ‘I’m so proud of you. You’re so brave,’ A little smile took over your sleepy face. All you wanted was to make Natasha proud and to have her always be happy with you. As Natasha would always say, you are the light of her life and you make all her bad days good.
‘Mama?’ You looked up, your eyes fighting to stay open. She ran her fingers through your now dry hair, making sure none was falling in your face.
‘Yes, little one?’ Her undivided attention was on you, the amount of love she held for you just in her eyes made your little heart want to burst with joy. Natasha really was the light of your life, your safe space and your comfort. Life was definitely easier with Natasha by your side.
‘Why feels icky?’ You babbled out, eyes only just staying open long enough to listen to Natasha’s answer.
‘Well inside there’s this big battle going on. The good stuffs are trying to get rid of these icky invaders for you,’
‘Wen good stuffs win den no more icky an feels better,’ You smiled proud of yourself for making the connection and giving yourself hope that you’ll feel better soon.
‘Exactly. Wow you’re so smart, my little dove,’ Natasha kissed your forehead one last time before you let sleep take over your body, ‘I love you so much,’
“I didn’t like who I had my first time with so I had a redo”
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It was an off-handed comment you made months ago. You and Natasha had been vegging out over your favorite Chinese meal watching some cheesy rom com when the person on the screen brings up losing their virginity in the back of their car. You snort at the mention of virginity because you can relate. Your first time had been with your high school sweetheart who promptly broke up with you after the deed had been done. Talk about heartbreak. You never think anything of it as you continue to eat your sweet and sour chicken with chopsticks. Only you’re not that good at using the chopsticks so most of your food ends up on your shirt. Natasha wants to broach the topic but she knows both of you have too many painful memories for it to be a brief conversation. So, you simply forget about it.
It’s three months later when you enter your floor. The lights are down low and you’re confused since the timer on the microwave reads 8 pm. You drop your suitcase next to the counter as you call out for her. Kicking off your shoes, you round the counter to stop at the end of the hallway. You make quick work of washing your hands before opening the fridge. Deciding that there’s nothing that interests you, maybe you guys can go out for food.
“Nat!” You question. You notice the rose petals immediately as you step over them.
“In here y/n,” She calls back softly.
You walk slower this time but you’re just as excited. You haven’t seen her in weeks and you’re dying to get your arms around her. As you reach the entry of your shared bedroom, tears prick your eyes. The entire bedroom is dimly lit. The rose petals reach the bed where your eyes trail up to see Natasha waiting patiently. She’s dressed in a tight number that has you balling your fists on your sides. There’s a bottle of champagne resting in a tub of ice on the nightstand along with your favorite chocolates. There’s a giant teddy bear in one corner and you have to wonder if it’s your birthday.
“What’s all this?” You step just a bit closer. Before you know it you’re standing with your legs against the bed as she rises to her knees. Her arms come to wrap around your neck resting on your shoulders. You search her eyes for any indication of something but all you see is love. “I missed you, Nat.” You can feel the ghost of her breath against your lips you’re so close. She doesn’t hesitate to pull you that much closer to land a chaste kiss on your lips. She pulls back just slightly but you chase her hoping to find that adrenaline rush you feel everytime her luscious lips are on yours. You spend your sweet time melting into her as she lets you set the pace. Her lips are like strawberry flavored clouds as you suck her bottom lip into your mouth. She lets out a needy moan that shoots straight to your core.
“I wanted to make it special for you,” Nat breathes. She hums as you lean forward again to capture her lips on yours. “You said your first time sucked and I can’t have my girl living with that memory forever.”
You open your eyes to rack your brain. It comes back to you that you might have mentioned it during one of your movie nights a couple of months ago. Though you’ll always regret your first it’s never occurred to you to have a do over. If that is what Nat is proposing. As you look into her green eyes so trusting and so fierce with love for you, you find yourself wanting to cry. No one has ever done something so sweet. You have only been dating for eight months but the love you have for the woman standing in front of you is beyond time.
“Nat,” You whisper.
“I know technically it’s not the first time or second time for either of us,” Natasha begins. “But it would be our first time together.” She’s hopeful. She’s putting herself out there. Sex has always been a touchy subject between the two of you. Sure you could talk about it in passing but never more than a comment or a random one liner. You started off your relationship with a promise to go slow. Give each other enough time to get to know the other. You’re appreciative of it but you’d be an absolute idiot to pass this up now. Especially when you’ve been wanting her for so long.
“Baby,” Your hands have been respectfully placed on her waist. You give her an encouraging squeeze before kissing her again. “This is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me.” You glance around the room again in awe. She’s put so much effort into making this good for both of you. Your eyes trail down her body. She’s dressed in a mesh lacy red two piece. You can see her nipples are rosy and standing at attention just for you. Her chest is flushed and red as she breathes a bit harder. Your thumbs rub just above her waist in soothing motions as you spot the red curls just at the apex of her thighs through the panties. There are no words for this outfit. She looks absolutely delicious and all you want to do is devour her. Better start now.
The kiss starts off slow and soft. It’s just a meeting of your lips as you try to express just how much she means to you. Then something shifted inside of you. What had started off as soft and delicate kissing quickly becomes hot and moist and breathy. Only the sound of your lips meeting hers could be heard in the room. Natasha drags her fingers along your tactical suit in search of the zipper. Her other hand rests at the nape of your neck to play with the hairs resting there. She tugs at the zipper until your chest and stomach are exposed. She leans away from your lips to push the material down your shoulders. She allows the suit to rest around your waist. You both pause only for a second before she raises her hands to cup your breasts. Bras are overrated when wearing such a tight suit. This isn’t the first time she’s seen you naked or the first time she’s touched you like this but it feels different. Everything about this night feels different.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” She gives a lazy smirk at the gasp you let out when her thumb “accidentally” brushes against your nipple. She does it again, enjoying the way you melt into her hands. “Off,” She commands, fingering along the suit. You don’t have to be told twice as you push the suit the rest of the way down your body. Your socks are next to go. Your panties, blue cheeksters with a cherry printed on the front, are the only things left on your body. She raises a brow at the irony of it all.
“Don’t laugh, it's the only thing I have left that was clean,” You pout. She shakes her head before pulling you into another kiss.
“I’m not laughing at you, Y/N, never at you,” She whispers against your lips. You look into her eyes to see the hint of mirth before you kiss it away. Deciding that you’ve been allowing her to take the reins for too long you become bold bending just slightly to plant kisses along her right breast. She moans softly as you lick around her nipple, your tongue fighting against the fabric. Finally, you suck the tip into your mouth. Swirling your tongue lazily until it becomes a hardened peak. She hisses when you bring your teeth to softly clamp down on her heated bud. Her hand grips your hair a little harder as you release the breast with a pop. You look up at her innocently. She’s gorgeous like this. So horny and flushed. You lick a trail with the tip of your tongue along the space between each breast before giving the other nipple just as much attention. “Y/N, you’re teasing me.” She tugs at your hair prompting you to stand up straight again.
“I like teasing you,” Your hands caress the curve of her ass. You can never get enough of the glorious firmness that is Natasha Romanoff’s ass. The shape of each cheek as you grab them a bit rougher turns you on that much more. You spread them apart with force, your finger dipping between them.
“Baby,” She moans into your ear. There’s a moment where all you do is massage her ass with your hands. Yeah, you’re definitely an ass person. Then again, you’ve had entirely too much fun with Natasha’s breasts. Maybe you’re just a Natasha person. That’s more like it. Your hands leave her ass reluctantly to come up to grab the hem of her top. You pull it up over her head before grabbing the side of her panties. You allow the strings to snap against her skin and her once hooded eyes open a bit wider. Something snaps inside of her and then next thing you know you’re on the bed flat on your back with Natasha straddling your stomach. It’s your turn to moan as you can feel the heat of her pussy against you. Your bare chests meet for the first time. You shudder as she plants kisses along your neck. She knows just where to touch you. Just where to kiss you. She licks along the shell of your ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth. Oh the things she can do with that mouth. For a moment you wonder how good it would feel to have her lips on another part of your body. This causes you to clench your legs together hoping to ease the ache.
As if she can read your mind she shifts down your body. She pushes your legs open with ease. Her eyes twinkle in lust and delight at the wet spot she finds there. It’s a dark contrast from the blue of the cotton. She uses her left index finger to press against it experimentally. Neither of you miss the way your hips jump at the contact. She gives another firm touch hoping to receive the same reaction. You don’t disappoint. This spurs her on. Natasha grips the edge of your panties to hurriedly rip them down your legs. She throws them over to the edge of the bed not quite caring where they land. Settling on her stomach, she pushes your thighs further apart to get a glimpse of the glistening sweetness between them. Lifting up on your elbows, you watch as she kisses along your inner thigh. She lands a bite so close to where you want her.
“Nat, you’re killing me.” You say exasperatedly. She gives you that sneaky little grin again before she switches to the other thigh. Your breaths are harsher as you watch her worship you. As if you’ve been waiting for this moment forever she uses two fingers of her left hand to open your lips. She doesn’t waste time licking a line along your inner folds causing your toes to curl. You whimper as she works her tongue along you. She decides not to tease you any longer as she tongues around your clit coaxing it from its hood. She sucks it harshly into her mouth while yours drops open in a silent scream. “Nat,” You flop back onto the bed no longer able to watch her and her movements. It's too much and you’re going to end pretty quickly if you do. You want this to last forever. This feeling of her completely devouring you.
“You taste so good,” She moans. “So wet for me.” She doesn’t even need to ask. She just knows what you need. She continues to lap at your pussy as her fingers dip into your slick, wet heat. Your body accepts her fingers greedily. She’s working you over so good and you don’t know how long you’re going to last. She pumps her fingers in and out slowly. Lovingly. You’re almost there, all you need is… THERE. She curls her fingers hitting your spot over and over. Your orgasm has been building for a while. She can hear it in the way her name spills from your lips like a mantra. “Cum for me baby,” She says. You blindly reach for her hair tugging it lighty. You want her up here with you when you cum. She gets the hint and crawls up your body never abandoning her tasks of fucking you with her fingers. Everything you imagined about this moment with Natasha doesn’t amount to the real thing. She's gentle yet relentless as she thrusts her fingers into you harder, faster. “I’m right here, Y/N.” She bites along your jawline. She licks and nips your neck, sucking your pulse point. “Let me hear you baby,” She curls her fingers again. God, she’s talented. She shifts her hand to make room for her thumb as she presses it against your clit. This was all you needed as you became putty in her hands. You clamp around her, once, twice, three times as your back arches off of the bed. That burst of ecstasy is like no other. Your moans are guttural and deep as she fucks you through your orgasm. “That’s it, you’re so good for me.” You can come again just from her voice alone. So sexy and lust filled as she slowly pulls her fingers away from your body. You feel the immediate loss as you reach down to grab her hands, tangling them with yours.
She’s patient making sure not to overstimulate you as you come down from your high. After what feels like forever your eyes open to see she’s looking at you with that smirk she does.
“Don’t get cocky,” You groan. Which, let’s face it, she has the right to be. You open your eyes again to see that smirk hasn’t left. You strain your neck to plant a kiss on her lips tasting yourself on them. You take your sweet time licking your flavor from her until you’re back to the savory taste that is Natasha. You gently push her against the bed. You’re 1 for 0 and you don’t like those numbers. You lean over her to tease your tongue against her nipples again. She’s always been sensitive but there’s something about your lips on her that makes her whimper and arch against you. “Can you come like this?” You question and she’s too far gone to answer. You’ll file this away for a later date to experiment with. You plant kisses along her belly stopping just briefly to kiss her scar there before you continue down her body. You don’t hesitate to pull her panties down. You assume much of the same position she was in only this time you don’t plan to tease. You nuzzle your nose against the neatly trimmed red curls before bringing your fingers to slide into her. You push until you’re knuckles deep in Natasha’s pussy. She’s so wet you can hear the sound of her arousal battling against her breathy moans. Natasha is genuinely loud as she fucks herself on your fingers. This quickly becomes your favorite sight as you work together to bring her to her peak. You quickly find a rhythm as you press that spong-y spot inside of her. God damn her moans are sexy and you want to record them and make them your ringtone.
“Y/N, please.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.” You pump harder, leaning down to capture a nipple in your mouth at the same time you rub and press your thumb against her clit. Her hips buck maniacally and she’s sent reeling. Her orgasm sent her riding on the wave of pleasure as she clamped down on your fingers. There’s a flood of wetness on your hand as she comes down from her high. You don’t bother to move as you release her nipple to kiss around her breast. You rest your head on her chest and watch the pleasure and heat wash away to give way to a sated expression on her flawless features.
“I love you,” You say. You mean it. Sure, it’s not something you should say after sex but here in this moment you want her to have this.
She searches your face for any hint of a lie but just as you did with her she finds that love.
“I love you too,” She caresses your face as you lean up to kiss her. It’s lazy and slow but not lacking in passion. You slowly remove your fingers from the apex of her thighs. She whimpers against your mouth. You nudge her nose with yours. “Best second first time?” She questions.
“Best second first time.” You laugh, kissing her again. Tonight she’s the little spoon as you reach down to cover you both. Her butt is pressed firmly against your front and you briefly wonder if you can squeeze in a round two. You’ll be needing showers soon but for now you want to stay in this moment with her.
“Who’s going to clean all of these rose petals?” You hear her faintly ask as you drift off completely sated and comfortable with the love of your life.
Description: Natasha stays up with you when your insomnia won't let you sleep
A/N: this is based on something that happened to me awhile ago that I wish someone were there to take care of me when it did
Side note: Малыш = baby and дорогой = darling in Russian
Warnings: reader suffers from insomnia/mental health problems, references to the red room/Nat's past trauma, slight swearing, hurt/comfort
Sleep was something that never came naturally for you. You never understood how some people could pass out so easily as soon as their head hit the pillow, and stay like that for the rest of the night. You were lucky if you got five hours of sleep a day, six tops.
As sympathetic as they were, none of your past partners got it. None of them understood the agony of wishing for a peaceful night of sleep to come, for you to finally wake up feeling refreshed, but knowing it was never going to happen. The pain of being able to do nothing but hopelessly lie there as you felt time pass you by, seconds turning into minutes which turned into hours of not being able to fall asleep. You thought nobody would be able to understand, until you met Natasha.
She, herself, often struggled with sleepless nights, her dreams plagued by the horrors she'd experienced in the Red Room. She, too, often found herself up way later than she should be, not being able to escape her seemingly endless string of thoughts.
In the past, when you'd had sleep problems, you'd dealt with it yourself, not wanting to be the cause of your partner's tiredness the next day. With Natasha, if you couldn't fall asleep she expected you to tell her right away. She hated seeing you in a state so distressed, so she'd do everything she could to help you relax and fall asleep.
Tonight was one of those nights. You'd taken melatonin, counted backwards from a hundred, hell, you even counted sheep; and for some reason unknown to you, you were still awake.
You trudged to the kitchen, where Natasha was looking over some files on her laptop that were from her last mission. As soon as she saw you, though, she shut it with a sigh and said, "Oh, Малыш. It's another one of those nights, huh?"
You simply nodded, too tired to speak yet somehow still unable to fall asleep.
"C'mon, I'll go tuck you in. Maybe you'll fall asleep that way."
You let her escort you back to your shared bedroom, her hand gently but firmly wrapped around your waist as you had a tendency to not pay attention to your surroundings when you get particularly tired. You climbed into bed, curling up next to her while she slipped in beside you.
Your eyes were wet with tears as you recalled just how often something like this happened to you, just how many times you weren't able to sleep easily for whatever reason. When Natasha noticed your sudden change in behavior, she pulled you closer, wiping your tears away from your face as they slid down your cheeks.
"Oh, дорогой. I'm sorry there's nothing I can do for you to help."
You shook your head at her statement. "That's not true. You being here is enough. I just- I wish I didn't have to deal with this every night before I go to sleep, if I can at all. It's so exhausting, Natasha. I hate it," you whispered, your bottom lip trembling.
You were at your breaking point, and she knew it. It pained her deeply to see you like this and to know she couldn't magically make it all go away.
"I know you do, Малыш. Maybe one day you won't have to struggle with this anymore, but for now, just know I'll always be here for you in case you need me, okay?"
You nodded your head. "Okay," you said, wrapping your arms around her torso. "I'm just so tired."
She pressed a gentle kiss against your temple as she held you close. "It's alright, дорогой. You can sleep now."
Summary: Reader is an alien learning the customs of Earth with the help of the Avengers. She gets a little extra attached to Wanda and Natasha, leading her to discover some of the romantic terms used on Earth.
An: Based on my Alien Reader incorrect quotes which can be found somewhere under #Lowkeyerror incorrect quotes
Masterlist
Knowledge is seemingly infinite. Though one can claim to know a lot, they will never know everything. It is fair to say that we all have shared knowledge of things. Though, we may address those things differently. For example, one might call the things that people wear on their feet tennis shoes, while another might call them sneakers. Regardless of the name, the item is known to both.
There may be exemptions to this. Barriers set up by customs that make the deciphering of items more complex. For example, when you arrived on Earth, many things were foreign to you. The few things that weren't, were called by names you'd never heard of.
Trying to get humans to understand your barrier was a nearly impossible task. The majority of them wrote you off as crazy.
It wasn't until you came in contact with Nick Fury, that your perception of Earth expanded.
The attention you had garnered, simply by existing on Earth for a couple of months, had gotten Shield's attention. You followed Nick Fury, almost blindly. There was not an abundance of choices for you as an outsider, and this seemed like the best option.
Nick Fury basically threw you into the Avengers Tower. It was there that you started to really experience Earth.
The team became like a family to you. Your aloof nature accompanied by your unending curiosity made the group protective over you. Though technically you were more advanced than they were, simple things escaped you.
" Can I have the… um? The transparent liquid. I'm low on hydrogen," you ask Wanda, who is standing by a case of the substance you speak of.
She grabs a bottle of it and smiles before handing it to you," Here's your water. I'm glad you're keeping yourself hydrated."
" Have you eaten today, Y/n?" Natasha questions as she enters the kitchen
Your eyebrows scrunch together," I had a fruit. The small one that has to shed its skin before you eat it."
" Only an orange? I'll make you something."
Natasha and Wanda were the people who helped you learn the most. They both had a lot of patience when it came to you.
When other members of the team would joke about your level of understanding of Earth, they'd always come to your defense.
You were appreciative of their kindness. So much so that whenever you were around them, you'd get this tingly feeling in your stomach. Whatever was made it nearly impossible not to smile. It was a feeling unlike anything you'd felt before.
" Tomato soup and grilled cheese; An American classic," Natasha sat the food down in front of you.
You examined the plate before picking up one of the triangular slices.
" You dip it in the soup, malyshka," Wanda informed you.
You dipped the sandwich into the soup, before taking a bite. As the taste spread across your tongue, you couldn't help but close your eyes. How could something so plain be so overwhelmingly delicious?
" You like it?"
You nod vigorously," It's really… I don't know the word yet, but whatever is better than delicious. It is better than delicious. Thank you."
You devoured the soup and sandwich. Wanda couldn't help but giggle at how quickly you had finished the food.
When you turned to look at her, she laughed even more, causing you to frown slightly.
" You've got a little something on your face, sweetheart," she says, and you feel your face heat up.
You go to wipe it with your sleeve, but she stops you. With one hand on your sleeve, she grabs a paper towel in the other. She gently wipes an embarrassing amount of tomato soup from your face.
" There, now it doesn't look like you dove face-first into pizza sauce," her bright smile was contagious, and you couldn't help but return it.
" Have you trained today, Y/n?"
Natasha asks, and you nod," Yes, why?"
" Well, Wanda and I were just about to go. We wanted to know if you'd want to train with us, but you're already done for the day."
You tilted your head to the side," Can I still come?"
Wanda and Nat share a look," Of course you can, malyshka."
You followed Wands and Natasha to the training room. They started their exercises while you sat on the side observing them.
" You're looking at them pretty intensely," Tony takes a seat next to you.
" Tony, is there a name for a weird feeling in my stomach, but only when Natasha and Wanda are around?"
The man looks at you wide-eyed for a split second before regaining his composure," Tell me more about it, and I'll see if I can think of one."
You try your hardest to put the feelings into words," It's all tingly in my stomach and I can't stop smiling. My heart goes fast, and I can't think straight."
He looks at the two women and the back at you," Well it can only be two things. You already know the word like, it can also be applied to people, not just objects."
Your eyebrows knit together," So I can like you?"
Tony chuckles," You can, but only as a friend."
You nod slowly," Because you like Pepper more than a friend?"
" That's actually where the second word comes in. I don't just like Pepper, I love her. I'd do anything for her even if it didn't directly benefit me, because seeing her happy makes me happy."
Your eyes stay glued to Wanda and Natasha, with the unfamiliar word playing in your mind over and over again.
" Sometimes liking someone can even turn into loving someone, but-"
You abruptly stand," Love. What do I do about it?"
Tony glances behind you to see Natasha and Wanda looking in your direction. He holds up the thumbs up signal, and they reluctantly refocus their workout.
Tony leads you out of the room and into his room. Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Thor are already there waiting.
" Why are we here Tony?" Bruce asks first.
" Y/n loves Natasha and Wanda," he announced and all of the men in the room drop their jaws.
" I can't believe this," Bruce slides Clint some money.
" Well believe it buddy," Clint pats the scientist on his shoulder.
Thor claps his hands together," Bravo, young Y/n. Love is a wonderful thing to experience."
" One of life's greatest pleasures, never take it for granted," Steve adds.
" What do I do with my love?"
The men look at each other as if trying to think of what to tell you.
Steve takes the lead," Well, you could tell them or-"
" You could show them," Tony finishes the captain's sentence.
" How?"
There was another group huddle between the men, but Thor blurts out his thoughts before they finish," Just go ask for a kiss?"
" A kiss?"
" Thor! Wait? Actually that's good. Ask them for a kiss and if they ask why then tell them because you love them," Clint agrees with the god.
" What if they don't love me back?"
" They will," Bruce insists.
You stare at the men, who all have looks of reassurance on their faces. You take a deep breath," Is this the part where we hug?"
All of a sudden you find yourself in the center of a hug from the male Avengers. It's warm and more comforting than you would've thought.
" Go show them," Tony gives you one last piece of encouragement before you exit the room.
You didn't know the word for it, but you were nervous. Everything felt amplified as you walked back to the training rooms. When you stepped back in, no one was there.
It seemed as though they might have cut their workout short. You began mindlessly pacing in the room to see if they would return.
A million thoughts swirling through your head. The word love being the most prominent of those thoughts. With love were a mixture of uncertainties.
The biggest being that you were not a human being. Maybe you looked similar enough, but you weren't really one of them. Was it possible for Wanda and Natasha to love you as an alien?
" You're going to put a whole in the floor if you keep going."
Natasha and Wanda had re-entered the area, both covered in sweat. They were carrying water bottles with them.
You didn't mean to, but you froze at the sight. Your change in demeanor slightly worried the two women.
" Is everything alright, Y/n?"
" You seem a little distraught."
As they spoke, they continued to approach you. Your feet were glued in their spot, which might have been a good thing.
When they get close enough, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The boys said it would be easy, but it's proving to be quite difficult for you.
" If you don't know how to say it, just think about it, ok? I'll just try to see what you mean," Wanda grabs one of your hands.
Your eyes shot to her before darting over to Natasha's. You slowly nod your head, giving the witch permission to go into your head.
The only thing you think of is wanting a kiss. You don't necessarily know what a kiss is, but you want one with Natasha and Wanda.
" Oh," Wanda turns a bright shade of red as you stare deeply into her eyes. You smile at her innocently.
" You want me to tell her too," it seemed as though Wanda was turning brighter by the seconds.
You nod your head again, and Wanda's hand slips out of yours as she approaches Natasha. She leans in close to the spy and whispers into her ear.
The spy has a similar reaction to the witch," Oh."
She takes a peek at you, and you smile bashfully at her.
"Malyshka, why do you want a kiss?"
" Because I love you," you say it as though it was obvious.
You can see a plethora of emotions cross their faces. The one they settle on is unfamiliar to you.
" Do you know what love means, Y/n?"
You slowly nod your head," Well I told Tony that when I'm around the two of you I get this weird tingly feeling in my stomach, my heart starts beating faster, I can't help but to smile, and my thoughts get mixed up. He said it could either be like or love, but I'm pretty sure it's love."
" Y/n-"
" It’s ok if you don't love me back, I know I'm not human and…"
" Y/n-"
" I still have a lot to learn about Earth, so it wouldn't be easy-"
" Y/n-"
" I don't want this to um, what's the word-"
This time, neither of the women spoke. Instead, they both placed a gentle kiss on opposite sides of your face.
You were overwhelmed with a feeling of warmth," Was that a kiss?"
Both women giggled at your question," That was one of the types of kisses, yes."
Your eyes were blown," They get better than that?"
Natasha was the one to hook a finger under your chin. She turned your head towards her. Her lips lightly brushing against yours.
Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest. Natasha gently pressed her lips against yours, in an innocent peck.
You thought you'd melt in your spot. Before you could gather your thoughts, Wanda went for the same tactic as Natasha. Once your attention was turned towards her, she kissed you.
When Wanda pulled away from you, you felt like your mind was in the clouds," It did get better."
" Let us take you on a date, Y/n."
" A date?"
Wanda explained," It's when people who have feelings for each other go out romantically."
" So it's a love date?"
Natasha shook her head," No, it's just a-"
" So you don't love me?"
Wanda scrambles," No, no no, of course-"
" I thought the kiss meant love. Why no?" You pouted tremendously, feeling your heart start to break in your chest.
" We do love you, detka," Natasha states reassuringly.
" So then, we are going on a love date?"
The two women look at each other before glancing at you," Yes."
You peck them both on the lips," I can't wait for our love date."
With that, you basically skip out of the room feeling as though you'd just discovered the true meaning of happiness.
Natasha and Wanda stood in the training room with smiles on their faces.
" I've never felt a love as pure as hers," Wanda is still looking at the door you walked out of.
" I won't ever break her heart," Natasha says, lightly touching her lips.
Summary: You came at the exact moment she needed you.
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 3,942
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Quiet beeps sound as you type in your employee code, the register sliding open for you to deposit the cash and take out the change. Looking up with a smile, you pass the change to the customer and tell them to step to the pickup line with a smile and a ‘have a nice day’. Then you move to service the next customer.
It’s a pretty mundane routine: customers come in, you take their order, sort out their payment, they step aside, repeat. Over and over and over again.
You can’t deny that you kind of hate your job. It’s a cool way to meet new people and the pay is really good, to the point where you just recently were able to buy a new car. But you don’t find gratification in what you do. Mainly because it’s so boring.
All you want is some kind of break in the monotony.
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