warnings: mean sam, light swearing, reader being down bad for our sammy, bad writing
authors note: alright my darlings the first chapter to the sam mini series as promised. the wonderful anon who requested this, my dear i am so sorry it took so long for me to get to this. although it’s taken a while, i do hope you still enjoy this! feedback and comments are greatly appreciated:)
“Fuck-“ she whimpered out as your hips connected to hers over and over again. She moan uncontrollably under you as you forced her face down into the pillow to drown out the loud moans the left her from Sam or Quinn as you drilled into her.
Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly (Rose Lavelle x Reader)
So it’s been a really long, stressful few weeks, I lost my motivation/energy to write. However, I’m lucky enough to be in the same time zone as the world cup which has definitely given my motivation back. With my upcoming holiday and moving, sorry to say this is probably going to be the last fic I post for at least a month.
First time writing for Rose, hope you enjoy :)
Words: 1.1K
Between media, training, recovery and exploring with the girls, it had been an incredibly long week. You would think with how exhausted I was, sleep would be coming easy, but it wasn’t. I missed sleeping next to my girlfriend. Knowing she was only a few doors down didn’t help. Of course Rose and I still spent time with each other, it just wasn’t as much. Tiredness and missing my girlfriend turned into grumpiness which became obvious to the team at training when I practically ignored everyone or gave one word answers. Even to Rose.
Request: Reader is Famous and releasing a music video. The team watches it, not realizing that it’s actually a relationship reveal or that rose is remembering how you two shot it.
Basically it’s just team chaos and Rose x Reader romantic fluff with a touch of humor mixed in inspired by the song Hesitate by the Jonas brothers.
Summary: Y/n always finds safety in Natashas arms, so it stands to reason that after she was injured in the Avengers fight with themselves that she would seek her out. This time though Natasha offers more than just safety, she offers Y/n her heart.
Warnings: Reader has a penis, some very slight angst,sexual content(grinding, oral, fingering, handjob, p in v penetration)
Natasha sighs as anxiety consumes her once more. She’s safe in her safehouse, well trailer, in Norway now but she still hasn’t heard anything about you since the fight in Germany and she’s extremely worried for your safety. She wishes she at least knew your whereabouts. Knew if you were safe somewhere. Knew if you needed her help, or even just needed her like she needed you.
You and Clint had been the ones sent to kill her, and she’s forever grateful you both chose a different option. She was trained by you both to become a Shield agent, causing her to form a fast friendship with you both. Clint had become like the older brother, whether she wanted him to be or not. And you, well you had become her best friend. But she’d be lying if she said friendship was all she felt for you. You make her feel things no one ever has before, things she hopes you feel for her as well.
She’s never been great with feelings or emotions, the Red Room made sure of that, but with you she would be willing to try. If she could ever gain the courage to tell you so, that is. She wanted to tell you, she really did. But the fear of you not reciprocating those feelings, or of her not being good enough for you won out everytime.
Summary: What started as a month-long trip for work, ended with your heart stolen by a certain red-head. But are things really as they seem?
A/N: The story continues, towards the end I got an idea for a possible one shot. One where reader never left Natasha and decided to betray SHIELD. Let me know if anyone is interested. Not proofread.
You’ve always wondered how your next reunion with Natasha would go after leaving Russia. You think back to the last time you’ve been in a car together - it was the day she dropped you off at the airport. You both were trying to keep it together, knowing once the tears came out there was no going back. You hadn’t been apart since your first date together, so it was hard picturing life without her by your side every day, for the next however many months. Deciding to take the more optimistic approach to the future, you began to plan for the next time you’d see each other. You agreed that you’d try to visit each other as often as you could. Natasha would visit you first, as her managerial status at the Black Swan allowed for more flexibility with her schedule. She would be able to stay a few weeks, and you planned to use that time to show her all that New York had to offer.
“You’re going to love it” grinning as you imagine her first visit. “I’m going to take you on so many dates around the city” you begin to list off all of the activities, your excitement is palpable.
“I can’t wait” Natasha replies back, eyes focused on the road as she prepares for a turn. “But I wouldn’t want to take up all of your time, I know you have your own things going there”.
“You’d be surprised with how much free time I have during the day. I’m all yours baby” smirking, you turn your head to face her.
“Wouldn’t you rather spend it with your friends though? I’m sure they missed you since you’ve been here” Natasha replies with a weak smile. “I can understand if you’d rather be with them instead, I mean I will be there for close to a month.
“Yeah right” suppressing a laugh, you look out the window and take in the scenery one last time. “As if that would ever be a difficult choice to make. You’ll win every time Nat”
“Yeah, but I would never want you to choose,” Natasha says, turning her head towards you. “Would you ever introduce me to your friends?”
“If by all of my friends, you mean Theo, then yes. He’ll be the first one you’ll meet” you say jokingly.
Natasha grabs your hand, before turning back to the road.
“You know what I mean Y/n” she says, her voice trailing off towards the end. “I want to meet the people that are important to you”
You turn to face her, but her eyes are still focused on the road ahead of her.
By her tone, you can tell that this is something that’s been bothering her. Even though you made plans to continue the relationship long-distance, your future together remained uncertain. Neither of you planned on falling in love, much less getting into a relationship with someone who was only meant to be a one-night stand. The foundations for a strong relationship weren’t quite there yet due to what little time you had together, and to now add over 4,000 miles(~6437.37km) of distance - who were you kidding!
You could tell that the harsh reality of your relationship hit Natasha the most. She had never outwardly said it but you could sense it through her actions. By the way, her head rests against your shoulder, as you held each other before she went to work. The dampness grew on your shirt, as you promised to see her after her shift. Whispering in her ears, the many things you’d do together as you’d kiss her cheek. By the way, she’d let out a shaky laugh and wipe her tears, but still refusing to let you go. Those moments remind you that despite her hard exterior, Natasha was soft to her core. You could sense that she felt insecure about her place in your life and questioned whether she’d be able to fit in it once you returned back home.
“Nat, you are the most important person to me,” you say softly, bringing her hand to your lips and kissing it reassuringly. “And if meeting my friends will make you happy, then I’ll gladly bring you to all of the game and movie nights you want. I will warn you it can get a little rowdy, but they mean well”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, you know I’m more than capable of taking care of myself” she says, turning to face you with a smirk.
“I know you are” you reply dreamily, instantly being reminded of the instances where Natasha had proven so. You know better than most, just how capable she is. Your face flushes red at the thought.
“But, I know you’ll always be there to protect me” she says sincerely. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Moments like this make you feel hopeful for the future.
A comfortable silence fills the car.
“So these friends of yours” Natasha starts, her eyes have since returned to the road. “Do they work at SHIELD too?”
“What-” you splutter out, heart racing. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me” Natasha replies, before slamming on the brakes, her grip on your hand remaining. Your body lurches forward against the dash, before being slammed back into the passenger seat. You instantly clutch your shoulder, your arm searing in pain from almost being completely yanked out. She turns her body towards you, face completely devoid of any emotions. Her green eyes stare at you blankly.
“Natasha what are y-you -” you stutter out. Suddenly you feel her hand tightening against yours, bones crushing against her super-human-like grip. You hunch over in pain, you could barely get the words out. “I-I don’t know what you’re-”
“You don’t actually believe that I’m dumb enough” she starts, pulling at your arm and yanking your body to face her. Anger starts to show in her expression, she glares before continuing. “To not know who you are?”
You yell out in pain. If your arm wasn’t dislocated before, it definitely is now.
“Answer. My. Question.” grip tightening even more with each word. You look into her eyes pleadingly, hoping to find just a semblance of the Natasha you fell in love with. She drops your hand, you sign in relief before cradling it to your body. She leans in closer and as you look into her eyes, you see them darken.
“Do you think they realized what a mistake they made sending you here?” Bringing her other hand to your cheek, she strokes it gently. “Someone so weak and naive”
Tears spring into your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Shaking your head you scream, “Stop”. You bring your head down, rocking slowly back and forth in your seat. “…please” your voice loses all power as the word passes through your lips.
“You brought this on yourself,” she says mockingly. “Didn’t your parents teach you better, Y/n? To not fall for the first person that gives you attention? ”
She grabs your jaw roughly, turning it to face her. She leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “The Red Room thanks you for your cooperation, Agent L/n”
Her voice echoes through your head. Your eyes widen as you begin to understand the gravity of the situation you’re in. Your breaths quicken and your body begins to shake - fear coursing through your body. So many questions are racing through your head, but they all came pointed towards one in particular: Who was Natasha really? Your thoughts were interrupted by a cold metal being put against your head, and before you could register what it is, Natasha’s finger pulled the trigger.
BARK
When you open your eyes, you are greeted by a brown blurb standing on your chest. Rubbing your eyes, you are able to make out the wagging tail before another bark breaks through the silence of the air. Theo. He must have sensed you were having a nightmare. It’s been like this every night since finding out the truth about Natasha and it always starts the same. You would relive a loving memory you shared with the red-haired beauty before she is replaced with the Black Widow, who ends your life. Each nightmare left you questioning how you never caught on to her true intentions. How have you never suspected that you were staring lovingly into the eyes of a killer?
You look at your phone and groaned as you read the time.
4:00 AM
Knowing that the chances of you falling back asleep were low, you decided to get up. “Thank you, buddy” you pet Leo’s head and under his chin. You sit up in bed, stretching your body as you stand up. Leo has since jumped off your bed, following close behind your every step.
You couldn’t afford to be distracted today.
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T-minus 6 hours until arrival
In less than 6 hours, you were going to be reunited with Natasha. You’ve never had a long-term girlfriend let alone a fiance, you had no clue what you were doing. Despite how many times the plan was explained to you, doubt continues to cloud your mind. Having to pretend you’re still in love with the person that has betrayed and broken you. That definitely sounds like the perfect recipe for a convincing engagement.
“Are you okay, Y/n? You aren’t looking too good” a voice interrupted your thoughts, worried eyes met yours.
“I’m doing just great Maria” continuing down the halls “It’s just the usual ‘I’m going to be engaged to and live with the heartless assassin that betrayed me and broke my heart’ nerves. I’m soon I’ll be good in like an hour” you snap back sarcastically. Rolling your eyes you continue to make your way to the gym, eager to work off some of this anger.
“Hey, look at me” grabbing your arms and pulling your body back until you face her. “I get this is hard for you, but you can’t let your emotions run you into the ground. If you can’t do this, we can find another way”.
Maria, always a light at the end of the tunnel in your hectic life at SHIELD. She has been your mentor, confidant, and closest friend since graduating from the academy. You were nothing special, but people could recognize a hard worker when they see one. Maria has been your only advocate since you’ve been permanently placed at the headquarters. She was actually the one who recommended that you should go to St. Petersburg to provide assistance for the local branch. The position intended to see any action, but with the recent discovery of the Red Room being much closer than expected, security has already begun to beef up.
You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this whole thing. If only you had been smarter - more aware of everything - then maybe this would have all been avoided. Your reputation at SHIELD was practically in the gutter and you had no idea if you’d still have a job after this was all finished. Word of your failed mission spread fast through all of the departments. You could care less about the whispers behind your back wherever you entered a room, but where it did hurt was when you felt like you were dragging the people around you down with you. Maria had so much faith in you, and you felt like you let her down.
“I’ll be okay, it may not look like it now but I will be” you try to reassure her. “We’ve been planning this for months, it’s too early to back out now. We have to see it through” flashing her a smile and trying to believe the words coming out of your mouth.
—
“I really missed you” Natasha says as she enters the car. “Everyone at the Black Swan couldn’t wait for me to leave. I’ve been a little on edge since you left” her voice trailing off weakly towards the end.
“Hey, you’re here now and that’s all that matters,” you say, grabbing her hand and giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve missed you too, more than you think” you finish softly. You start the car and exit your parking spot, hoping to bury the small part of you that actually meant those words.
Natasha turns to face you, getting a good look at your features - for the time again - as you drive. You could feel yourself get nervous under her analytical gaze. You needed a distraction now. You snatch your hand from Natasha, fumbling to turn the radio on. Luck does not appear to be on your side today as the sound of static blasts through your speakers. Natasha covers her ears as you continue to fumble around with the knobs, in an attempt to find a better station.
Your attempts at trying to do this subtly backfire, as your car swerves into the opposite lane. Natasha leans over the middle console, yanking the steering wheel in the opposite direction. Deciding that you needed to focus on getting back home alive, you shifted your attention back to the road. Sitting back in her seat, Natasha looks at you expectantly.
“Sorry” you say, voice drowning out under the loud static. Eyes never leaving the road, you reached a hand down in an attempt to fix the radio once more.
A hand grasps your wrist stopping you, you quickly glance down to see another well-manicured hand has pressed the off button.
“Do you want to explain to me what that was?” Natasha asks, arching an eyebrow as she faces you.
Both of your hands have since returned to the wheel. You stiffen, hands tensing against the wheel. Natasha notices but doesn’t say anything. Deciding to wait until you’ve driven home safely to confront you, she faces back towards her window.
The remaining car ride was spent in silence.
You park the car, you unbuckle your seat belt.
“Home sweet home” you say, wincing as it sounds less enthusiastic than you had intended.
You open your door, hoping to escape the awkward silence. Turning to Natasha, you noticed she hasn’t moved an inch - her face still facing the window.
“Ready to talk about what happened earlier?” She asks with a tired voice.
You open your mouth to respond but the words don’t come out.
“Y/n, this isn’t going to work if you don’t talk to me” she turns to face you, eyes narrowing. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks, what’s going on with you?”
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind” you avert your eyes, finding more interest in your hands. “Everything is so much more different than they were in Russia. We are different” you say, glancing at the ring on her finger, before finishing. “I want things to be perfect”
“And things will be” grabbing your hand and forcing your attention back to her. “I’ve never seen you act like this before, it scared me a little”
You look at her guiltily, it wasn’t hard to imagine why she felt that way.
The feeling of a hand softly stroking your cheek pulls you out of your thoughts. You have to hide your flinch, as it reminded you of the nightmare from last night. Natasha notices, hurt showing in her eyes before quickly disappearing. A small smile forms on her lips.
“Can we just go back to how we were before you left? We can just pretend like we were never apart ” Natasha says with a far-off look in her eyes, wrapping her hands around her body and holding onto herself. “That we spent last night together and woke up in each other’s arms”.
“I don’t want things to change between us” Your heart aches at how small she looks. “Please don’t let it” she ends in a whisper.
Reaching over, until you were practically sitting on the middle console, you pull Natasha into your arms. “It won’t let it,” you say kissing the top of her head. She pulls away slightly, lifting her head up to look you in the eyes. “Do you promise me?” her green eyes glowing with child-like innocence.
“I promise” and those words left your lips, you felt as if you’d been stabbed in the heart. You know that you had to do this to ensure the success of the mission. No matter what it takes. Those words came from a place of anger and you spoke them with such conviction. So why does it hurt so much? Pulling her back into your side, you rub up and down her arms, hoping to distract her from how conflicted you felt.
— After dinner, you decided to relax, seeing as this day drained the both of you. You and Natasha sat on the couch, as you scrolled through Netflix trying to find the perfect movie. Natasha picked a James Bond movie, with you tiredly agreed to before pressing play. It didn’t take much for your exhaustion to overtake your body, as you lay on the couch, head resting against Natasha as she intently watched the movie.
The sudden urge to use the restroom awakes you from your slumber. You and Natasha had since migrated away from the middle of the couch, with you laying on her chest - her arms wrapped around you tight. Untangling yourself, you head towards the bathroom, eager to relieve yourself.
When you return back to the living room, you find the couch empty. Shrugging, you head towards the bedroom knowing you’d most likely find Natasha there. As you enter the room, the lights are off but you notice her body laying on the bed. Trying not to disturb her, you settle yourself into the bed as well. You close your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you once more when you feel a sudden pressure on your hips.
Your eyes fly open instantly, as you feel a hand wrap around your neck.
“Natasha” you choke out.
“Try again” she replies and she’s correct. The Natasha you knew was gone, you were now in the presence of the infamous Black Widow.
“Come on, at least try to fight back” she scoffs “This is pathetic, didn’t they train you better at SHIELD?”
Taking the bait anger fills your body at her words and you begin thrashing your body in an attempt to get her off of you. Your sudden movement catches her off guard, confidence filling your body as you’re able to flip her body under you. Sitting on her hips, you quickly pin her wrists above her head. Huffing, you look at her with a smirk - feeling incredibly proud of yourself at this moment. You would have never dreamed of the day you’d get the upper hand against the Black Widow.
“So what now?” her face blanks as she stares back up at you. “Are your SHIELD buddies gonna come busting through the door to come to save you once again”
You don’t reply, but nerves start to fill your body. You nor SHIELD prepared for this to happen, much less on the first night. You can feel sweat forming on your forehead as you try to determine the best course of action. Given your current circumstance, the outlook did not look great. If only you could find your phone.
“You know what you’ll have to do, right?” she asks, looking at you vacantly. “You got yourself into the mess”. She slips wrists from under your hands so easily. Instantly you question why she didn’t do this earlier, what kind of game was she playing? She made no move to remove you from on top of her, instead grabbing your hands. Sliding them across her chest, before sliding them up until you felt the warmth radiating from her neck. “Finish the job Y/n” squeezing her hands ontop on yours until your fingers had a tight grip around her neck.
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for ever since you learned the truth, your hands tightening around her neck instinctively. Only one of you will be leaving this bed alive, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to take you down if you couldn’t carry out the job. So you squeezed tighter and tighter, taking slight enjoyment in watching her demise. She preyed on you. Thought you were weak, an easy target. Why else would she approach you in the first place? You weren’t anyone special, you had just graduated from the academy. Your assignment in Russia had nothing to do with the Red Room, but she found you anyways. ‘You weren’t anyone special’ it continues to echo through your mind, anger swelling as you squeeze with every last bit of energy you had left. She hurt you, she lied to you, betrayed you - but what hurt most of all is that she made you believe that you could be special to someone. That you could be wanted and needed by someone. She made you believe that you were special to her, and you fell so hard for her because of it. For the first time in your life, you felt safe enough to take the dive and were willing to suffer any and all consequences if it meant keeping her in your life. And even now, you can’t help but wonder how it all went so wrong. If anything you could have done would have changed the current circumstances. Sitting on top of your first love and watching the life leave her eyes slowly - by your own doing.
“No matter what it takes, right?” she gasps out, the last breaths leaving her body. When you look her in the eyes for the last time, you didn’t see a monster.
Memories of the past flooded your vision, of those green eyes that once stared at you with so much passion and warmth. As she whispered sweet words into your ears as you made love. As she lay against your chest, holding you tightly and repeating the phrase that made your chest swell with love. Some would say that saying a word too many times makes it lose its meaning but hearing Natasha say she loved you only did the opposite. It made you feel powerful, like for the first time in your life, you had something worth protecting - a love that was worth it all. And you would have done anything to keep it safe - to keep her safe. So what were you doing now? Looking down at your hands, you freeze at the sight that greets you. Natasha’s body - is completely lifeless. You quickly remove your hands from around her neck, the purple bruises confirming the harsh reality that you’re being forced to live through. Bringing your hands to your face, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face. A bitter laugh bubbles past your lips. It feels like someone is playing a cruel joke on you. Looking down at her, you felt your breath double over. You let out a loud scream, relishing in the burning feeling as it tears through your throat. Silently you lean your body down until your head rested against her chest. You didn’t feel her chest rise nor hear the steady heartbeat that you once took comfort in whenever you were in her arms. You let out a shaky breath as you moved your body up until you hovered over her face - desperately wishing to see her open those green eyes. Your tears were streaming harder with no end in sight - pooling in the crevices of her face. The love of your life - the only love you’d ever known - was dead and everything is worse now.
You wake up clutching your chest as the tears continue to stream down your face. You sit up abruptly, looking around the room. You aren’t in the living room, you look to your side and see Natasha fast asleep. She must have brought you in here. You lay back down, this time facing her. The rising and falling of her chest brings you comfort, calming your racing heartbeat. Then your chest aches with the same stabbing feeling from the car as you remember your dream. You flip and curl your body into yourself. Sobs threatening to rip through your throat. You cover your mouth with both hands, to suppress any sounds that leak through. You wish you could scream all of your emotions out. You could hear soft scratching at the bottom of your door, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything right now.
You felt helpless in this situation. Why is it that you are the only one struggling? You could barely keep it together right now and Natasha was peacefully asleep next to you. You wish there was a way to find out just how much of it was all a lie - to talk to her and find out the truth for yourself. If any of this ever meant anything to her or if it was all just a game to her. To get the answer to the question you’ve been dying to ask: Did the woman you fell in love with ever truly exist, or was it all an illusion?
You feel Natasha start to turn in her sleep, and you completely still your body. Closing your eyes, you even your breaths, to feign sleep. You feel her body shift until she was completely behind you. Her front pressed tightly against your back as she drapes her arm over your torso. Lulled by her warmth, you allowed sleep to overtake your body for the second time that night, and only then does the scratching at the door stop.
It will never not amaze me that people actually like my fics?! It further amazes me people like my writing enough to actually ask for more of it! But you were lovely enough to ask, so I can only oblige. A little short, but hopefully you like it!
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You heard her coming before you saw her. Or rather, you heard the muffled string of curses that preceded her stomping towards the fire pit where you still sat.
The team bonding experience had been Ava’s idea. To say that not everyone was on board with the camping excursion was putting it politely. You were just thankful there was an actual functioning toilet and shower set up.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Melissa asks as she drops down next to you on the log you had been sitting on.
You turn to look at her, taking a moment to appreciate her face lit only in the glow of the fire. “Just taking the chance to enjoy the quiet and look at the stars,” you answer quietly. It’s a little lame, you know, but it’s the truth. You’ve always loved nature, and while you enjoy having everything on your doorstep in the city, there’s something special about being outdoors. The sounds are somehow softer, soothing rather than harsh.
She takes a moment to look up, a smile tugging at her lips as she begins to appreciate how much clearer the stars are away from all the light pollution of the city.
Your eyes, however, remain on her face. What can you say, you like looking at beautiful things? She jumps as a loud sound cuts through the quiet of the forest.
“What the fuck was that?” she hisses, her hand reaching out and grabbing a hold of yours.
“It’s just an animal,” you chuckle. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”
She huffs. “Give me car horns and the drunk across the street hollering any day of the week.”
The hand clutching yours doesn’t let go. “Not one for nature, then?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just like to know what I’m dealing with and when it’s pitch dark in the middle of nowhere and the forest is full of freaky ass noises it puts me on edge,” she admits.
You squeeze the hand in your own, trying to silently offer some comfort. Glancing to the side, you see that Melissa is studiously staring at the dwindling flames of the fire before you and definitely avoiding looking at you.
“Are we just gonna…keep holding hands?” you ask, not daring to look at her as she answers.
“Dunno,” comes the reply, hesitant and unsure. “It’s nice though.”
At this, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You’ve both been tiptoeing around each other for months now. Friends, but at times flirting with something more. Both terrified.
Maybe it’s the late hour, or the cover of darkness that makes you bold, but for whatever reason tonight you decide you’re finally going to put a toe across that line. Removing your hand from Melissa’s for a moment, you quickly replace it with your other hand, tugging her towards you and slipping your now free arm around her waist.
You feel her tense for a moment, but she quickly settles her head on your shoulder, nuzzling into you. Smiling, you press a kiss to her hair before letting your head rest against hers.
Note: this is my first story and I’m kinda proud of it, don’t judge me please
Y/n didn’t really like Summer, she preferred Autumn, so did her girlfriend Natasha, going on short or long walks together, hat’s and gloves on, walking Hand in Hand admiring the different shades of red and orange of the leaves on each tree as they fall to the ground making a somewhat satisfying crunching sound as they were to walk on them. However one thing they both liked about the summer was the sunsets they got to witness with eachother, it was beautiful and calming for them both which also brought memories that they’d treasure.
It was the evening in the middle of summer, it had been a hot day as what you’d expect from the season and you and Nat were getting ready for a bike ride up to the cliffs. Nat was really pationate towards bikes, you’d admire every detail she’d tell you about them, she recently got you intrested in them as well so you asked if you could ride with her at some point and today was a good day for it. Nat had bought you a helmet ready for the Occasion. You were nervous, even a little scared as you’d never really been on a bike before but that slowly faded away as she led you by the hand with the sweetest smile on her face out through the front door and onto the driveway were her red and black motorbike was, you loved the way it looked as it was also a combination of your two favourite colours.
“It might be a bit of a tight squeeze at first but you’ll get used to it” Nat said preparing the helmet for you.
“Can you breathe in these things tho?” You asked which made the redhead laugh which had that raspy tone to it causing you to have butterflies, you loved her laugh.
“Of course you can, it’s to keep you safe after all” she replied.
She tucked your hair behind your ears and placed the helmet on your head and adjust the strap to make sure it was nice and secure.
“Makes your head feel heavy doesn’t it? I feel like one of those cute bobble head things” You said bopping your head up and down making her chuckle again.
“Oh I do love you and whatever happens in that head of yours” Nat smiles at you, making you thankful that you had the helmet on so she wouldn’t see the redness on your cheeks.
“Is it easier to ride one of these than a car?” You asked looking down at her bike.
“I’d say so, I mean you have to make sure you have your balance correct so in some ways it’s like learning to ride a bike from when you were small, except you have all the engines and mechanical stuff” she says which makes you laugh.
She then puts on her own helmet and gets herself on the bike patting the back which Signals you to get on.
“I will be Safe Right?” You ask the fear coming back to you.
“Just as Long as you hold on tight to me Detka, you’ll be fine” she replies softly.
She turns the bike on and starts moving forward which Alarms you a little so you make sure that your definitely Holding on to her. She continues to ride of the driveway and down the road, you look up to the sky and notice the sun was starting to set, you look up and the fear starts to go away again.
“Could we go to the cliffs? We can get a good spot of the sunset from there, it’ll look beautiful” you ask.
“Exactly what I was thinking” Nat says.
During your ride you begin to become more comfortable and relaxed as you drive past the city and up the hill to the cliffs, you could both see how Pink and red the clouds were getting and wanted to get there before it was to late, luckily you had quite a bit of time so you managed to get there.
Nat found a spot to park in a small parking lot nearby. Nat took her helmet of to reveal her face that you loved and her gorgeous Copper hair which of course was braided and took a breath in of the air as she began to take your helmet of to.
“Ahh there’s that gorgeous face that I love” she smiled softly at you as you blushed as she cuffed your cheeks with her hands.
“Right we better get there quickly before we miss it, I can see it from here it’s beautiful” Nat says as she takes your arm once more and runs with you down a path leading to the cliffs with the view of the sun setting over the horizon of the water which you both found breathtaking.
“They just keep getting better” you say admiring the view .
Nat had already sat down but you didn’t want to miss the chance of taking a photo of it.
“If you were payed to take pictures of each and every single sunset you’ve taken, you would be rich by now” Nat chuckles again.
“I should have been a photographer, but fighting Bad guys with you and the others is also good I guess” you joke as you sit down next to Nat who pushes your arm a little and laughs again.
“I could do this forever, just us two up here, it feels like a dream” you say resting your head on her shoulder.
“Same, where else am I going to find a view like this anyway, it’s amazing and something I know I’ll never forget, it’s even better since your here as well” Nat says facing you planting a kiss on your lips and then gazes out to look at the view again.
“Nat?” You ask.
“Yes malysh?” Nat says softly again.
“I love you, you know that right?” You say.
“Yes, I love you to Detka , with all my heart always forever” she says kissing the top of your head as you both cuddle one another enjoying the moment as the beautiful scenery lead into the night as the stars appeared.
Summary: In a reality where the blipped ones were the ones who stayed, Wanda loses you for five years. The reunion doesn’t go exactly as planned, because now she is more than your girlfriend: she is the Scarlet Witch. And nothing will take away what she lost once.
Warnings: (+18), mild angst regarding the whole blip thing, alcohol consumption, language, established relationship, a lot of trauma buried, milf wanda controlling things, age gap, unintentional magical manipulation, darkhold drama, kissing and making out, a bunch of smut at the end with power plays, magical insemination (mild breeding kink?), some fluff, happy(ish) ending. | Words: 7.415k.
A/N-> Old idea that took a while to write, but here we are. This is not angst, I promise! But there are moments of dubious morals, and that’s all the fault of the darkhold and how much Wanda should have gone to therapy and not a witchcraft house. Anyway, happy reading. I hope you were as reflective of the ending as I was (I don’t know how to feel about this one so far). Please don’t flag the work, thank you.
