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westannatasharomanoff · 2 months
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Bruce: Nat, may I have a few of your fries?
Natasha: Yes, of course.
Bruce: *takes fries*
Natasha: May I have a bite of your burger?
Bruce: Absolutely not. 
Tony: Some “perfect couple!” You won’t even let her try your food!
Natasha: A few fries is hardly equal to a bite of a burger.
Bruce: That’s not why. This burger has avocado on it. She’s allergic to avocado. Are you so jealous of our relationship that you want Natasha to die?
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sunnysideprincess · 2 months
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Drew age of ultron Brutasha and post-endgame Winteriron for hand practice :)
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Me watching Avengers: AOU over and over again because I knew this was the softest the avengers/MCU will ever be when everyone was complaining over trivial details. I’m sure you miss this Era now, don’t ya?
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Natasha: Bruce, look, we´re under a mistletoe.
Bruce: *Looks up* That´s not a mistletoe.
Bruce: *wakes up at 4am* SHE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME
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celestialsister0918 · 1 month
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Popshelf find. Brutasha hang with me on the way to work now.
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gammacousin · 10 months
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Natasha Romanoff: “Call me sometime.”
Bruce Banner: “Call you what?”
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brutashaswin · 11 months
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To any Brutasha shippers still out there, just wanted to let you know the OTP is still alive and well on the walls of Tren-D at Disney Springs!
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funnyincorrectmcu · 2 years
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Bruce: I’m gonna need a human skull, but you can’t ask why. Nat: Only if you also don’t ask why. Nat: *produces four pristine human skulls from her bag* Bruce: … Bruce: *grabs one* This one will do.
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jtkc159 · 2 years
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I need some Brucenat fics or fanart...I need my ship back :(
I miss Bruce and Natasha so much...the mcu did them so wrong, but I'm glad they paired them.
FEED MEEEE !!!!!
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brucenat · 10 months
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February 14th
AO3
Fanfiction
Summary: As far as Natasha's aware, her plans for February 14th this year consist of running errands and lunch with her partner. Post-AoU, canon divergence in which Hulk did not sail off into the bowels of the cosmos.
Notes: You might be wondering why I'm posting a Valentine's Day fic in June. The answer is triple-pronged: (1) you all have been very patient, you deserve something light and sweet, (2) this is from a collection of unposted fics written 1-4 years ago that I decided to try and salvage instead of flinging into the bowels of the cosmos (where Bruce/Hulk didn't belong), and (3) because I want to, as Brucenat fans are always in need of more joy.
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Nestled between some corporate office building and a rival residential complex, the refuge of her apartment awaited her. The quaint cafe across the street bursted with bodies—more so than any cafe within walking distance of Central Park did on a typical day. A few couples and families gradually dispersed from the Jewish center on the corner. Cars congested the street, their drivers extra impatient today, judging by the incessant cacophony of horns.
With a bag of pharmaceutical supplies slung over her wrist and two sandwiches from one of the many nearby delis tucked under her arm, she retrieved her apartment keys with swift hands and escaped the restless city streets. As always, out of a perpetual distrust and skepticism of elevators, she took the stairs up to her unit’s floor.
At the apex of her ascent, she emerged into the hallway to a chilled breeze. Someone opened the hall’s one window again. Probably the neighbor prone to triggering the fire alarm with kitchen misadventures that happened whenever the woman plucked up the courage to try some recipe from Pinterest. It happened about every other week, complete with the woman thrusting the window open in a frenzy that included a frantic fanning of her door and miscellaneous shouts that alternated between apology and insistence on everyone carrying about with their day like normal, as if there wasn’t a tinnitus-inducing alarm screeching. Once the alarm stopped, her neighbor would retreat with a slam of her door and the hall window open, forgotten every time. It was a nuisance at most, but benign.
Today, despite it being the middle of February, the incoming air didn’t have the sharpened teeth of a New York winter; it was tamer. It was crisp; it felt like something she could snap into pieces and scatter like ashes or seeds. It felt like, smelled like the kind of air not found in an American metropolis. The keenness, gentled to ribbons as it filtered through the screen, compelled her to sidestep from the stairwell door for a moment in appreciation.
...
The prolonged moment passed like time underwater. Before she crossed the threshold for overstaying in the hallway amidst reverie, she tucked the thoughts away, pushed off the wall, and approached her place. Her key glided into the lock, and then she into her apartment.
Handle in hand, door halfway closed, Natasha froze.
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westannatasharomanoff · 3 months
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Thor: Never question your wife's choices. Remember, you were one of them.
Bruce: That is exactly why I question her choices.
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alies22 · 9 months
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A few Brutasha one shots i wrote
Almost a year
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47852755
Bruce and Natasha are completing a year of dating, she didn't think they would do anything since the relationship is still secret and she's not one to celebrate dates like that, but Bruce makes a little surprise.
They dont know we know
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878504
Tony Stark catches Bruce and Natasha, figuring out that they were in a relationship for a long time and kept in secret. He decides to tell everyone and go spy the couple.
Tony’s worst ideia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47900359
Everyone knows that Natasha and Bruce have an affair. Tony gets drunk and has a terrible idea to help them assume it.
It's the worst idea he ever had.
Pets, Kids, and Love
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48531652
Years after Bruce and Natasha broke up, some events and coincidences put them in each other's life once again.
Will they overcome the past and get back together? Or is it all over?
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reviiely · 1 year
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Excerpt from the Second In-Between, Chapter 8.
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Natasha shoots a basketball from five feet behind her to the hoop and making it like Ripley in Alien: Ressurection.
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Bruce: What point of “my girlfriend can do anything” don’t you understand?
*Tony goes to speak but stops himself*
Steve: Dodging a bullet is one thing Bruce but-
Bruce: I said ANYTHING!
Clint From The Vents: Listen to the man! I’ve seen Natasha open a jar of pickles with her toes while blindfolded.
Tony: What the fuck?
Clint: Listen to him, he said anything!
*Tony pats Thor on the shoulder*
Tony: no wonder she doesn’t need to be worthy.
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Day 12: Natasha gets bad news
Natasha and Bruce were having a good time in the lab, redesigning her suit.
Suddenly, the glass doors rattled and Tony came barrelling through, making a mess everywhere. “Pep called in sick!” he shrieked. “I have no one to bring to the charity thing tonight!”
Natasha looked at Tony’s display amusedly. “And why does that concern us, Stark?”
“I’m here to collect on your debt!” the billionaire declared. “You owe me, Romanoff. You're also still my employee.”
Nat raised an eyebrow. “This wasn’t in the job description. Are you sure you need a plus-one?” she asked. “I’m sure you can—”
“— I need you!” Tony wailed.
“What happened to ‘I don’t give a shit about the media’, Tones?” Bruce asked from beside her.
Tony sighed. “Please, Natty?” he asked. “I’ll give you a house.”
Natasha shook her head, smiling. “Depends on the kind of house, Stark,” she mused. “Beachside? Not so much. Somewhere remote on a big forested island though…” she trailed off, glancing at the scientist beside her. “Lots of running ground.”
“Done!” Tony snapped his fingers. “One remote, big forested, island-ed, lots-of-running-ground house coming right up.” He paused and looked between the two. “I assume you want high, presumably 12-foot ceilings?”
Natasha nodded. “Where’s this party?” she sighed, grabbing a pen and paper. “And dress code?”
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Nat turned in a circle, frowning at herself in the mirror. “This doesn’t feel right,” she complained.
Maria sat on her bed, sipping a glass of wine. “You look fine,” her friend said. “And I made sure you can still kick ass without flashing anyone. Now put on the necklace.”
Natasha sighed as she slipped the delicate gold chain around her neck. It was a gift from Bruce, a necklace with a green pendant hanging. It brought out her eyes, the scientist had said.
“Phone?” Maria called as Nat went into the bathroom.
“Got it.”
“Purse?”
“Check.”
“Gun?”
Natasha poked her head out of the bathroom. “No firearms,” she sighed. She perked up. “I’m bringing knives. Five throwing ones and a dagger.”
Maria rolled her eyes. “Is that why you wanted the–”
“Yeah.” Nat walked out of the bathroom via the walk-in closet holding two pairs of shoes. “Stilettos or platform?”
Her friend glanced between the two. “Stilettos for extra weapons, platforms for better balance.”
“Stilettos it is.” Natasha pulled on her shoes, grabbed her purse, her jacket, her phone, her keys, and turned to Maria. “Call if anything happens. God knows I need a reason to skip out on this stupid party,” she muttered.
Natasha met Tony at the elevator.
“You look nice,” he said.
“Thanks,” she sighed. “You clean up well. You don’t look like you were wasted this morning at all.”
“Brucie helped.”
The scientist in question came rushing down the hall and stopped in front of Nat. “Hey,” he panted. “Good. I caught you.”
“Are you okay, doc?” Natasha asked amusedly. “You need to breathe? I’m happy to be late to this party.”
Bruce waved her off. “I’m fine.” He straightened. “Just wanted to say goodbye.”
Nat put a hand on her chest in jest. “Will I ever see you again?” she said.
The scientist chuckled. “Hopefully.” He glanced at his watch. “If you stall any longer, you will actually be late. So you two should get going. But hey, text if you need anything,” Bruce said. He smiled and let them get into the elevator and waved as the doors closed.
Natasha and Tony got into the car.
“Is it okay if we got cheeseburgers on the way?” the billionaire asked Happy. “Please?”
“There’s food at the party,” the man said.
“But I want cheeseburgers!”
They got cheeseburgers.
Natasha slipped her phone out of her purse and sent a text to Bruce.
Tasha: It’s been seven and a half minutes since we left and we are getting cheeseburgers.
Bruce answered fairly quickly.
Bruce: That sounds fun
Bruce: Wait for it. Tony’s going to spill ketchup on himself
“Aw, geez!”
Nat glanced to her right and sighed.
Tasha: You were right
Tasha: Not five seconds later
Bruce: I don’t know how to feel about my knowing Tony this well
Natasha smiled.
Tasha: Call it long-term babysitting
Bruce: That’s funny
Bruce: I’ll tell Pepper later she’ll appreciate this
Tasha: Have you seen her?
Bruce: She stopped in after you left
Nat rolled her eyes.
Tasha: Of course
After a few more minutes of back-and-forth texting, Natasha looked up when Happy knocked on the divider.
“We’re here,” the man called. “Prepare to get off in a minute.”
Natasha sighed and typed out her last message.
Tasha: Banner, get me out of here
Bruce: Have fun
Tasha: I’m serious
Bruce: Good luck
Tasha: When I get back, I’m going to kill you
Bruce: Get in line
Nat scoffed.
Tasha: Fine
Tasha: I look forward to my vengeance
Bruce: I look forward to feeling your vengeance
Natasha huffed an annoyed laugh and got out of the car into what she later called the worst party of her life.
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celestialsister0918 · 4 months
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Fic Writing Review 2023
Thanks for tagging me, @gammacousin!
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either. (Copied and pasted)
Words and Fics
Word Count:
142,081
Fic Count:
6 started. 5 completed
Most Productive Month: February by far, thanks to Kinkuary!
Top Five by Hits
The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 5941
What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 3600
A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 2107
A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 1101
In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 684
Top Five by Kudos
A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 96
What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 61
A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 47
In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 32
The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 24
Fandom events:
Two @trulymadlydeeplyfest fests! 1 in February and 1 in October. Both Harry Potter. I'm so bad at knowing where all the fests are so those are my only two.
Upcoming Plans:
To Complete:
Finish "A Window Closed" (Bruce x Nat)
Start "A Window Opened" (Bruce x Nat)
Start "A Special Election" (Jim Gordon x NEW OC) - I have one chapter written and some dialogue prompts for chapter 2. I'm soooo excited for this one.
Other Ideas:
Continue one-off Sirius and other Gary Oldman character one-shots on Tumblr.
Write a Jackson Lamb piece
Maybe write a Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova one-shot if the mood strikes
Write another Gary Oldman RPF (many dialogue prompts already written). Here's my first Gary RPF if interested... it was set during the Dracula filming. The new one will be set after his divorce from Alex but before Gisele.
Reflection
I took a couple long breaks from writing this year. After finishing "Submissioner Gordon" in December of 2022, I was at a pretty bad low from lack of interaction with that fic. My heart has NEVER been in something as much as it was that fic, so to have so many hits and so little interaction made me think everyone hated it. Yet I continued the story with the Kinkuary prompts, where I wrote a short fic every day for 28 days. Again, I feel like it bombed.
At the same time, I made what I thought would be my last hurrah in the Harry Potter fandom, and it didn't do so great either. I was in a BAD spot comparing myself to other writers, so I took a long hiatus.
During that break, I started watching the entire MCU with my son, start to finish. My brain grabbed onto Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and would NOT let go. So in May, I began publishing the "Never Say Never" series, where I try to fix their story.
The feedback from the Marvel fandom and Brutasha readers/writers really warmed my heart and got me back in the groove. I am forever thankful to them, because it truly restored my confidence in writing.
I will always be thankful for my Wizarding World series and the Submissioner Gordon/Daddy Issues universe, and my brain loves to revisit those stories and characters. It's just bittersweet because it never really found its audience. However the feedback I got from my foray into the MCU fandom has built my confidence enough that I am able to write in HP and Dark Knight without really worrying what others think. I am just doing it for me and my love for the characters. I know my writing isn't bad--- it's just not a lot of people's cup of tea.
I also want to give a shoutout to the small but steadfast Gary Oldman fandom I have found on Tumblr and Instagram. They've become very dear to my heart, and I love that we can share random thirst posts together when so many others just don't get it.
If anyone is reading this, please share your 2023 stats and reflections as well! I love writers supporting writers. Happy 2024 to you all!
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