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since SOMEONE hasn't written anything new w/nat and cigs..
older!nat smoking a cigarette as younger!reader passes by her and reader looks lost and reader IS lost bc why would an innocent young thing like reader be in that part of town?
warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, stranger danger, use of cigarettes and implied underaged smoking. SFW
Natasha raised a brow at you. “What’re you doing on this side of town, sweetheart?”
She grins at the way your face flushes in response to the nickname, even more so as you tuck fallen strands of hair behind your ear
“I- I don’t think I took the right bus home.”
The older woman cocked her head, the cigarette between her fingers burning with a smell as she shook the ashes off the tip. The redhead took a hit, inhaling softly before she exhaled with a puff of smoke leaving her.
“What bus did you take, hon?”
You swayed in your spot. “The forty one.”
Natasha clicked her tongue and shook her head, your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed at the way the stranger’s gaze almost made you feel hot and bothered.
You could tell she wasn’t part of town. But just somehow, the way she dressed, clad in a leather jacket, black skinny jeans that hugged her toned thighs, and the under-the-knee-boots told you everything.
Her flaming red hair had had you in a trance as she looked down at you. Her height was almost more like and you suddenly felt insecure for being so meek and inexperienced in front of a woman who looked like she could be old enough to be your mom.
“That bus heads upstate,” she took another inhale of her cigarette, “unless that’s where you’re heading?”
You shook your head, a frown present on your lips. You worried that you were going to be late in getting home. It was only five but you had planned to be back by six and you knew with how far you had gone, there was no way you’d be on time.
“No, miss. I live further down.”
She hummed, fluttering her lashes at your gaze before she outstretched her arm and offered you her cigarette. “Want some?”
You blinked curiously at the woman. “I’m not allowed to smoke, miss.”
The redhead looked at you, her eyes turned into slits, her emerald eyes like snakes staring right at you. She took a moment before she took back her hand, dropping her cigarette onto the floor where she stomped on it.
“Well, that’s too bad.” She sighed, peeling herself off the wall before she stood straight. “I’ll give you a ride home, sweetheart.”
You beamed at her offer, making the older woman grin at your eagerness to get in a car with her. The young and naive. She could have fun with you. You looked like a dyke, and her gaydar is never off.
“Really?”
She shrugged. “Why not? I’m going down south too.”
Your eyes widened and Natasha could help but mock it as she stood over you, and as she started walking, with you behind her into tow, the silence returned.
“Oh, and stop calling me miss. You make me feel like I’m fifty. I’m only forty, dear.”