A book with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut one-shots and mini-series
Mostly female and gender-neutral reader (male reader if requested). Feel free to send requests in!
Characters we write for (but not only):
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff...
Warnings: Anxiety, Panic attacks, Angst to happy ending
Words: 1.4k
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"I think we should break up."
It had been a few days since you muttered those words to Natasha. Instantly, you regretted opening your mouth. Knowing that saying those words would cause all the trust you had spent months building with Natasha to break. You had gone out of your way to avoid her, knowing that if you saw her face, then everything you've worked on pushing down over the last few days would come out.
To make matters worse, tonight was the night of Tony's party. A party nobody else knew was being thrown to celebrate your birthday. If it was up to you, then nobody would know your birthday. There was nothing appealing left to celebrate. You were tired of crying on your birthday. You are tired of the disappointment and heartbreak that fills each one. This was all you could think of as you pulled out the first thing you saw from your closet.
As you were standing in front of the mirror and smoothing out the outfit you put on, there was a soft knock at your door. Panic flowed through your body as you walked towards the bedroom door. Pausing for a moment to gather yourself, you glanced down towards the floor, taking a deep breath and saying a quick and quiet message to yourself under your breath, "you can do this".
The last person you would have expected was waiting on the other side of the door.
"Nat? What are you doing here?"
"I thought you could use someone to walk down with" the redhead said uncharacteristically shyly.
You glance at her eyes then your gaze falls down to her held out hand. Your mind is racing with thoughts. Completely unsure if you should accept the comfort your now ex girlfriend is offering. The comfort you so badly missed and really needed in this moment. Your hand slowly went to take hold of her own hand before you suddenly remembered she isn't your comfort anymore. You gave that up.
"I'm fine. I'll be down in a second" a pained look came across your and the redheads face simultaneously.
Watching her hand fall back to her side was another punch to your gut. Turning around and closing the bedroom door, you walk in front of the mirror yet again taking a moment to calm yourself from seeing Natasha again. She was just as beautiful and strong as she has always been. It was relieving to know that she was not breaking the same way you were. You could feel the tears starting to make their way into your eyes, so you look up and blink them away.
As you're walking down the hallway towards the elevator, you notice Natasha is still there. Your chest tightens a little as you make your way closer towards her. The button to call the elevator was already lit up, so you decided to stare forward attempting to ignore the redhead. Thankfully, it was mere seconds before there was a ding followed by the elevator doors opening.
The two of you were standing shoulder to shoulder until half way down Natasha turned to you. She had looked you up and down and silently begged you to acknowledge her presence. You made an audible sigh before mirroring her stance.
"Can I help you, Nat?" you spoke with a fake underlying tone of annoyance.
"I know what's bothering you. Did you forget that I'm a trained spy? More important than that, did you forget that I love you? You could have talked to me!" the redhead said, increasing in volume.
You couldn't help but stare at her with your mouth open. The last thing you expected was for Natasha to actually find out what was going on with you for the past couple weeks. Your heart felt like it could have beaten out of your chest and part of you wished it had. The entire reasoning you had to break up with Natasha would crumble away if you had this conversation. You would have broken your own heart for no reason. Every ounce of pain and sadness would have been for nothing. Now you knew it was for nothing because Natasha knew, she knew everything. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find the correct words to say back. Instead, you only managed to say a few panicked words, "I- how- who told you? Tony?"
The redhead tried to stifle a laugh but failed causing you to frown. She noticed this and quickly went to grab ahold of your hands.
"You, my love, you told me. Your actions and your words. Ever since that briefing, I should have noticed faster. I should have talked to you. You had been screaming it for weeks and I couldn't hear you. I am so sorry I wasn't listening to you earlier" Natasha spoke with extreme softness and love in her voice as if you could have shattered simply from hearing her words.
Slowly you remove your hands from Natasha's grasp and she thinks she's blown any chance she had to get you back. As you place your hand onto her cheek, looking deeper into her eyes than you ever had before you notice the surprised look on her face. For just a moment the pair of you are the only two people in the world, that elevator is the only place you want to be. Standing so close to each other, you can feel her chest brush against your own with every inhale. Your desire to push your lips against hers becomes so overwhelming you can't help but to start leaning in. Then you hear the ding and the sound of elevator doors opening, announcing the arrival at the main floor.
"I'm so sorry, Nat" you sputter out quickly, stepping backwards and rushing out of the elevator not bothering to look back at the woman you have left behind yet again.
The rest of the night consists of dodging almost anyone who wants to speak with you out of fear of anyone saying happy birthday to you or more importantly anyone overhearing someone else saying happy birthday to you. All your attempts at running for safety in the corners of the giant rooms are constantly getting squashed by a different avenger pulling you back to the center of the room where the music is so loud you can feel it under your feet.
Once you've been dancing for a while is when over the speakers you hear Tony starting to make an announcement, "Thank you for coming everyone! I am not sure if many people know the true reason for this party but it's for someone who's very special and incredibly important to me." You feel your heart is starting to race, your hands starting to feel clammy, your head is starting to spin, and you're shifting your weight between your feet. All you want is for the floor to swallow you whole. Anything to get you out of this situation that makes you feel so vulnerable.
Only when you feel your feet starting to trip over each other do you realize there's a soft hand holding onto your arm dragging you away from the center of the room towards the back door. Forcing yourself out of the mental fog, you look up to see the same red hair that has saved you many times before.
The moment she's dragged you through the door, your back is against the wall. After taking a few seconds to calm yourself down from your previously fast approaching panic attack, you try and find those green eyes that make you feel the safest in the world.
"Are you okay?" Natasha asks, finally meeting your gaze. The tears in your eyes causing her to feel stupid over asking a ridiculous question. Still, she waits for your reply. Hoping to hear anything other than the slightly muffled speech Tony is making. Your body shrinks slightly before you decide to stop running. Your quick glance down to Natasha's lips doesn't go unnoticed by the redhead. She makes a sharp inhale before giving you a small nod, that's all it took for you to lean in again for the second time that night. Right as your lips reach her lips, you hear, "everyone, please, wish Y/N a happy birthday!" and you deepen the kiss.
