Natasha, Wanda and Yelena oneshots

One last kiss (Natasha)

Tw: of course lovely smut
Song: I love you like an alcoholic the taxpayers
G!p reader x Nat

Natalia! Wait!

For what Y/N?!

She stopped a few meters away from you. You were currently in the park, chasing after your girlfriend. Well, now I guess ex-girlfriend.

I want to explain!

You shouted, afraid that she won't hear because of the rain that started suddenly falling from the sky.

Explain what? That wasn't a first time you cheated on me. I can't do this anymore.

Oh yes? What about Maria? And Wanda? And Steve? Bruce? You said you love me and then went to fuck my best friend. Well, supposedly best... Doesn't matter, you aren't a saint either.

She looked at you, furious, because she knew you were right.

I guess we both have a problem with being loyal.

But until today you didn't have a problem with it.

After a while of silence she spoke, slowly, her accent showing. She was trying to not burst into tears.

I love you Y/N. I just can't imagine normal, healthy relationship. Not after all I've been through. Everybidy used me for my body and I just can't think that you actually love me.

Fuck. Maybe we should sit?

You should answer better to her confession, but really your mind was empty.

So what do you expect from me now?

I don't know.

Nat I swear to God...

Calm the fuck down and don't make it so dramatic. We're just two freaks that don't know what 'true' love is. Either we stay in this fucked up relationship or free each other.

But I like spending my time with you.

She whispered, like she was afraid to admit how she felt.

It wasn't anything new. One of you cheats, you argue and end up fucking, then it's very romantic and lovely... Until next time. In addiction, you both seem to have problem with alcohol, but none of you wants to admit it.

Can't we just be friends or something?

You muttered.

You know it's impossible.

She reached to her pocket and light up a cigarette.

You started at her.

What? I'm stressed.

Give me one.

A simple 'please' would be nice.

She muttered but gave you the cigarette. Instead of giving you the lighter, she just lit it when you put it in your mouth. You caught her staring into your eyes.