Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,273

Warnings: Talks of murder, carjacking ig, references to sex, the reader being a full simp… that’s probably ab it.

Request: Nah.

Summary: Now I made a promise to myself once. That I would wake up by her side. My best friend said that that would be the day I died.

A/N: This is a song fic, inspired by the song ‘Benjamin Twine by George Ezra’

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Let me tell you about my best friend

Well he’s got hair down to his knees

He gets along fine doing just how he please

The sun blared down on you as you stepped foot on the path. Alexei had just picked you up from the airport, a body colliding with yours as soon as you exited the car.

Blonde hair clouded your vision, and you knew instantly that it was our best friend, Yelena.

“I missed you,” she spoke, muffled into your shoulder.

A laugh spilt from your lips, hugging the girl closer, “Dude, we saw each other like a week ago.”

“Your point?”

“Hello, Y/N.”

Looking up, you spotted the woman who called out to you. Melena, Yelena’s mother, with her red-headed daughter but her side.

Natasha waved at you from the porch, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Hey, Melina. Natasha.”

This summer was gonna be great. You could just feel it.

And I believe that we first met

Around three years ago

Well it feels like a lifetime funny how fast it goes

It was freshman year of university when you first met the blonde that would fast become your best friend.

You shared a class. Randomly seated beside one another in your first lesson of the semester. And the rest was history.

That was three years ago.

And I remember how this one time

Well I stole his sister’s car

And he didn’t even mind no he jumped in for the ride

Her keys were right there. Just… just laying on the kitchen island. Ripe for the taking.

It was like you had one of those demons on your shoulder, that had been depicted in so many cartoons that you watched when you were a kid. Just pulsing with chaotic energy, whispering into your ear, ‘take the keys. JOY RIDE!’

Who were you to say 'no’ to that?

Yelena saw you rushing out of her childhood home from where she stood by the open garage door, heading directly for her sister’s car.

She had been called out by her mother, Melina, to help bring in the groceries.

You had just avoided the brunette with brown paper bags in her arms as she came in through the garage side door into the house.

It didn’t take long -about half a second- for the blonde to relinquish her carrying duties, hightailing it to the car right behind you, knowing exactly what you had done.

The sound of tires screeching on cement was the only thing that alerted anyone of the thievery.

Alexei, who was a few doors down, talking to one of his oldest friends, spotted you and his daughter peeling off down the street in his eldest daughter’s car. And he only did one thing. Waved with a gigantic, humoured smile on his face.

We’d got miles away from anywhere

When the panic soon kicked in

We’d got it back safe and sound no one asked us where we’d been

You had been on the road for about a couple of hours, racking up the miles as you watched the scenery pass and blasted the radio when Yelena spoke up.

“Natasha’s going out tonight.”

It was almost cartoonish how wide your eyes grew in reaction to her words. A laugh poured from the blonde at your comical response.

“When?”

“A few hours.” She shrugged.

“So we gotta get it back soon.”

Yelena groaned, “Why? I’m having fun.”

“This is your sister we’re talking about here.”

“And?”

“And. You told me about that time on the beach with the seaweed?”

This time it was Yelena whose eyes grew wide like a cartoon’s, dread filling her up at her sister’s reaction if you didn’t get the car back to her in time.

“Shit.”

At least you still had some time.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

The area was farmlands upon farmlands. Not a house or home in sight. You were lucky there was a lone gas station this far away from the general civilisation.

Having drained most of the tank with your sudden “road trip”, you thought it was only fair to make sure it got back to the other with an -almost- full tank.

Otherwise, you were sure that she would kill you and display your head upon the front lawn to discourage anyone else who dared even think to cross her.

“You want a slushie?!” Yelena called out to you from the building. The blonde having rushed inside as soon as you pulled up, fully intending to rid the snacks as you did the work of pumping gas.

“What sort of question is that?!” you yelled back, “Of course, I fuckin’ do!”

Let me tell you why his sister

Why she didn’t second guess

She was going out at night, putting on her favourite dress

Natasha was glaring at you from the doorway when you pulled up into the driveway as dawn slowly started to haze the sky.

She looked beautiful.

A skintight red dress hugged her form, ending just above her knee, hair coming down in waves over her shoulders, with a small bag in hand.

Your eyes were drawn to her the entire time she strode towards you, lips parted slightly in admiration.

When Yelena first told you that she was going out that night, you had assumed that she was spending time with some friends at one of the nightclubs in the city.

But now, you realised, you were entirely mistaken.

She wasn’t dressed for partying. Natasha was dressed for a date.

You snapped out of the spell the red-head had put you under once she stepped before you. Her palm open, waiting for your to deposit the keys into her hand. Yelena rounded the car and yelled how much she loved her, carting the snacks into the house, leaving you to deal with Natasha’s reaction like a wuss.

“I filled up the tank for you,” you said bashfully, as you dropped the keys into her open palm.

“You’re Godamn right you did.”

You could tell that she didn’t care you had fully stollen her car and driven it to God knows where by the good natured look in her eye, just relieved you had returned it in time.

And oh by God she knows she’s worth it

Any boy would tell you so

Well a girl like that is worth her own weight in gold

You were halfway up the path to the front door when you decided to look back over your shoulder at the girl now sliding into her car.

It was wonderous how easily your best friend’s older sister could captivate you so. Just one look at the woman would have you in a trance, marvelling at her beauty.

You envied anyone who she gave the chance to whoo her heart, like the person she was soon about to meet. What you wouldn’t give to be in their place.

Her emerald green eyes met your staring ones just as Yelena’s loud, almost obnoxious call of your name sounded from the doorway, causing you to roll your eyes and begin to make your way into your temporary home for the summer.

Leaving Natasha to watch after you in warm curiosity.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

“So, who’s Natasha going out with?”

Yelena hummed at your random question, pulling her away from the movie you two were watching in her room. A piece of popcorn between her fingers, held up to her mouth. “Oh,” she started distractedly, glancing at you momentarily, “Just some guy from when she was at high school. Think he was her ex, or he was into her, or something.”

“Oh,” was your reply, then much lower, to yourself, “Great.”

“Why do you care?”

“Just curious.”

Just envious.

But, 'it was better this way’, you concluded.

Yelena would have your life if you tried anything with her sister.

The blonde had fallen asleep after the next movie. Leaving you the only one awake in the house.

Deciding to grab a glass of water and retreat to bed yourself, you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening and closing as you placed the glass down on the counter. Only realising you weren’t the only one awake in the house when you spotted the red-head, still dressed for her date, out of the corner of your eye.

Turning to her, you noticed how she seemed down.

“So, how was your date?”

“Not very good.”

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

The red-head smiled at you, so thankful that you cared about her as much as you did. A soft look in her eyes that you didn’t recognise as she saw you in a new light for the first time.

Now I made a promise to myself once

That I would wake up by her side

My best friend said that that would be the day I died

You awoke the next day with a weight upon your chest, blinking into the hazy morning glow that filled the bedroom, looking down only to see Natasha smiling up at you. Hand upon her bare back, with her arm, folded over your chest, chin resting on it, the other tucked by your ribs.

She was beautiful in the morning, even more so than she always was, hair still mused from the previous night’s activities, green eyes tired after not getting as much sleep as she usually would. And a soft smile on her still kiss-swollen lips, biting them lightly as you watched her.

“Goodmorn-”

Your sleep-filled voice was cut off by the sound of Natasha’s door opening and her sister’s voice.

“Hey, Natasha. Have you seen Y/N-?”

There was needn’t bother to ask anymore, as she had found you herself.

And that wasn’t good for you.

Your previous assumption of the blonde’s reaction was confirmed by her hard, stone cold eyes.

“Yelena,” Natasha tried. Hand reaching out towards her little sister, like one would, trying to calm a spooked animal -or as to stop one from attacking- her tone matching.

It was too later for that, however.

“Oh, so you wanna die today,” Yelena stated, looking directly at you.

And then she pounced.

You pushed Natasha off of you in reaction, moving to hurl yourself off the bottom of the bed to avoid her wrath, landing with a clash on your back.

You were lucky enough to be wearing underwear when this happened, only needing to snatch up your t-shirt as you clattered clumsily to your feet. However, you weren’t as lucky to not have Yelena chasing you in the first place.

Shrugging it on as you passed the threshold of Natasha’s bedroom, managing to avoid Yelena completely, rushing down the stairs with her hot on your heels. The red-head called after her sister before huffing a “fuck” and shuffling out of bed, fully intending to follow the two of you and stop her sister from murdering you.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you hurried through the house and into the backyard. Right by Melina, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Alexei, who was busy spraying the plants with the hose.

Yelena, streaming by them seconds later, as they watched on with furrowed brows and curious eyes.

It was only when Natasha ran past, further behind the two of you, that Melina moved out of the kitchen and onto the back porch, and Alexie fully turned to watch his blonde daughter chase after you. Their eldest stood wearing only a shirt that looked remarkably the one you wore the previous day, just in front of them, calling after her furious sister.

“What’s going on?” the burly man asked, bewildered. Gaining only a shake of his wife’s head in return.

“I’m going to kill you!” Yelena raged, following as best she could as you jumped over the fences into the neighbour’s back yards.

You were glad that everyone in this neighbourhood seemed to take care of their lawns, leaving you soft grass to land on, cushioning the blow on your bare feet and legs.

Yelena jumped after you, leaving you to vault over it once more and back into the family’s garden.

“Get back here, you coward!”

Grass stained your knees and the souls of your feet as you ran to Natasha, clumsily stopping yourself a few feet from the girl, quickly hiding behind her, hoping Yelena wouldn’t hurt you with her sister directly in front of you.

“Are you really touching my sister right now?!”

“Nope!” Your hands shot up into the air, no longer on Natasha’s hips at the blonde’s words.

“Yelena, calm down.”

“You fucked my sister!”

“What?” Melena asked.

“Oh, I did not need to know that,” Alexei mumbled.

“I’m going to kill you!”

You jostled back when Yelena stepped forward, soon being stopped by her sister’s words.

“You’re not gonna kill anyone. I wanted it.”

“You what?”

“Please stop talking,” Alexei spoke again, looking more and more traumatized as the seconds grew on. Melina watched on amused.

“I initiated it, Yelena.”

Your best friend’s -or who you still hoped to be your best friend- eyes twitched, wanting to respect her sister’s decision while also wanting to murder you for fucking her sister.

“I’m not happy about this.”

“You don’t have to be happy about this. You just have to not kill them.”

“There will be no killing in this family,” Melina called over strictly, “Now get your butts in here, and eat breakfast.”

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

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Calamity

Chapter 3 Out!

also available on AO3

That dilemma when you have hundreds of meticulously detailed plans for various fanfics but you just can’t be bothered writing the actual fic.

Do I just upload the detailed plan instead?

Obligatory Morning After Fanfic

The obligatory Morning After fanfic because everyone has to write at least one in their lifetime. Might involve demons?

Author:xxunderlandxx

Rating:M

Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word count: 334

Status:Completed

Notes:Okay… so context might be a bit important? This is an except from an abandoned demon au fanfic idea I had and will never finish. Yes, you read the right; demon au. Basically, this was set around 3x5 (“First Time”), and Kurt is unknowingly a demon (something about his mom being a witch, and him being the Prince of Hell? idek). Thus when he and Blaine have sex for the first time (virgins and ritualistic sex being staples of demon culture), Blaine “accidentally” dies and is resurrected as Kurt’s demon consort?

God, what was I thinking? Anyway, the dialogue was just too good to toss in the trash, so here it is… You’re welcome? Or not? I don’t know.

Kurt: Morning.

Blaine: Mornin’… […] I can’t believe we did it. I love you.

Kurt: Love you too. […] How do you feel?

Blaine: A lil’ sore. But thats to be expected right?

Kurt: Right.

Blaine: How do youfeel?

Kurt: Alright, I suppose.

Blaine:Justalright?

Kurt: Well, I thought I would be more sore… I mean… […] Last night, you kinda checked out-

Blaine: Wadda ya mean?

Kurt: I don’t know… It was like you went unconcious or something?

Blaine: Fucked me that good, huh?

Kurt: Blaine, I’m being serious. […] I was really worried. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you suddenly stopped making noise… a-and you were so still. It was like you weren’t even breathing.

Blaine: …Did you keep fucking me?

Kurt:Blaine! […] Of course not — how could you- […] I thought… I could jolt you back awake.

Blaine: Kinky.

Kurt: God, I’m a terrible person. I wasn’t thinking straight-

Blaine:Obviously. […] But everythings okay, hmm. I’m alright and there’s nothing you need to worry about. I did really enjoy my time last night, and I mean that.

Kurt: Yeah, you weren’t the one who had to do all the work for Round Two-

Blaine: I did all the work for Round One though!

Kurt:That was a team effort, thank you very much.

Blaine: Tell me you enjoyed yourself.

Kurt: I enjoyed myself. […] Thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.

Blaine: We should do this again sometime…

Kurt: We should… […] Although, right now we should probably get up and have a shower — we have a Matinee today.

Blaine: Noooo…

Kurt: Blaine, c'mon-

Blaine: Stay. Please.

Kurt: No, Blaine, we need to go-

Blaine: I can’t! My legs feel like jelly. […] Go on without me – you’re my Understudy.

Kurt:Unofficial Understudy. […] Jelly legs are no excuse to miss a performance. And I can’t imagine Rachel and Artie will be very impressed-

Blaine:Whocares?!

Kurt: You’re awfully moody after sex, Mister. I thought it was suppose to have the opposite effect.

Blaine: I just want to cuddle with my boyfriend!