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buckybgal · 2 years

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a new home

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: peter never thought he’d have purpose again, the universe(s) proved otherwise.

warnings: NWH SPOILERS PROCEED WITH CAUTION. swearing, mentions of violence and character death (if i missed anything feel free to let me know!)

wc: 2.4k

note: if you guys like this i’d love to make headcannons/one shots for this character/little world. let me know your thoughts! also sorry this took forever!

There was one thing Peter always lived with, and always would, and it was the knowledge of his failure to save her. His failure to save his first and only love, his Gwen, was what haunted him every waking hour. His incapability to save the woman he loved nearly killed him but when it didn’t, it filled him with rage. How could he be so foolish to rely on the webs to save her? How could he have let her be there in the first place? The questions tormented him to the point where he fueled his rage into his crime-fighting. Peter stopped pulling punches, he stopped aiming for places that would incapacitate, he didn’t mind if his blows were accidentally fatal. But when the rage subsided a mere few months after Gwen’s death, there was nothing left in him but hollowness. He kept up with his Spiderman duties, his moral code holding him to it and Gwen’s sweet voice in the back of his head, but other than that, he was utterly lost. And it felt like Peter would be that way until he died.

Yet almost a decade later, after he caught MJ that mind-boggling day in an alternate universe, something in him shifted. He couldn’t save his version of MJ, but he saved this Peter’s MJ, and it almost felt like the universe(s) were forgiving him. As if this was his redemption for the thing that he spent his entire life after the fact tormenting himself over. He could almost hear Gwen’s soft voice when he caught MJ, forgiving him, and telling him it was time to forgive himself. He would never forget his inability to save Gwen and how it tore him apart, but Peter got the closure he never thought possible. The chapter of his life that he swore he was lost in forever, was closed.

And when older Peter, or Peter 2 if you will, told him he could make it work if he just tried, it resounded in him. Like the sign he needed to try to live his life again after Gwen. He wouldn’t forget her, his first love, but he didn’t have to stay anchored to that trauma. It had been nearly a decade of punishing himself for his incapabilities and his shortcomings, but all the signs pointed to moving forward. It was like being in this alternate universe finally gave him the chance at a fresh start.

So, when the weird magic man did his spell and sent Peter back to his universe, he felt like a new person, a new Spider-man, a new Peter Parker. One who learned from the other two Peter Parkers and wanted to live a life of his own. And he thought he would have to go searching for that new start, but turns out he fell right into it.

Peter landed with a thud, his flailing arms sweeping papers off of the table in front of him. He was panting heavily, trying to get a grip of his surroundings, (turns out multiversal travel is physically taxing), when he heard a muffled

“What the actual fuck.”.Peter startled at the voice, nearly launching himself onto the table in his surprise. He whipped his head around to find a 20-something girl in the massive arm chair he had landed on, and he was currently sitting in her lap.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry I just –” he stuttered, standing up abruptly, knocking the table backwards in his haste to put as much space between himself and this pretty girl as possible. She stood up slowly, her arms out like she was trying to console a wild animal,

“No it’s okay I just-” She tried to interrupt his rambling.

“I just came back from, well nevermind I-” Peter tried to spit out an explanation for his appearance out of thin air, until his foot caught on the leg of the table, and he tumbled to the floor at her feet.

“Nailed it.” He mumbled, words muffled by the hardwood. She burst into laughter at his clumsiness, but still shoved the big arm chair back and reached over him to turn him on his back, eyes scanning his face for any serious wounds. Her chuckles died down as she scanned him over, like a flip had switched, and when she found him mostly unharmed she met his eyes and gave him a warm smile.

“Looks like physically you just have some minor lacerations and bruises, but your ego on the other hand might be heavily damaged.” Peter laughed at her diagnosis in spite of his confusion, and before he knew it she was pulling him up gently and having him sit in the chair she had just been in.

“Stay right here, I’m going to patch you up.” She hurried around the coffee bar, dodging the beefy barista that stood by and watched the entire ordeal, and then grabbed a massive first aid kit. So another person witnessed his embarrassment? Fantastic.

Peter wasn’t entirely sure why this girl would be helping the guy that literally fell into her lap out of thin air, but he was a little too disoriented to care. She returned just as quickly as she left, armed with gloves and a huge first aid kit. She slipped on the gloves without looking at them, like it was habitual, and her delicate fingers reached out for his chin, but she stopped abruptly,

“Is this okay?” Is it okay if a pretty girl takes care of him? Peter couldn’t see why not, yet he still couldn’t formulate any words so he nodded, attention focused on her face. Her fingers took a firm hold of his chin, and she began dabbing at his wounds. He zoned out then, staring at the crinkle between her eyebrows as she focused on cleaning his wounds, taking in the details of her face. The girl continued her work despite his heavy stare, and he noticed that her movements were calculated, but reflexive, like she’d taken care of vigilante spiders in the past. At the thought he finally found his voice,

“How often do you take care of strange guys who fall into your lap?” This emitted a snort from the girl tending his wounds.

“Well I’d have to say you’re the first in that category, but I’m a medical student at NYU,” she explained, “I’ve taken care of plenty of beaten up guys before.”

“She’s top of her class too!” Kurt interrupted from his spot behind the counter. Another brilliant science student taking care of him? That sounded familiar.

“I’m pleased to know I’m in good hands then.” She gave him a little salute, before refocusing on her task.

“I graduate this year so I better know basic first aid or I’m screwed,” he smiled at her,

“I’m Peter by the way.” Which made her laugh again as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Everyone knows who you are, Parker.”

“But I don’t know who you are.” He pointed out, she gave him her name, but added

“But my friends and family call me MJ, it’s a childhood nickname.” His eyes nearly popped out of his head, but he was quickly interrupted by her voice again.

“I’d ask you how all of this happened, Spider-man, but I figure we’d need longer than the fifteen or so minutes it will likely take to clean you up.” Peter gave her a nod,

“You’ve got that right.”

“But you can tell me anyway if you’d like.” Peter looked up at her, studying her face at her invitation. She glanced up when she felt him staring at her, a reassuring and sincere smile shooting a jolt through him, like a shot of espresso on a sleepy morning. He wanted to be open, and he had a feeling that she was exactly what he’d been needing. So he told her everything.

While he was finishing up his story, she had, as predicted, already finished getting him cleaned up and was now staring at him intently as he told his story. When he finally stopped talking, she burst out

“I knew that there were alternate universes, based simply on the vastness of our own universe and how much we still don’t understand.” Peter laughed at her enthusiasm.

“See? Crazy right? And I think it's been roughly 24 hours since I left our universe. And if there’s two more of me, that means there’s other versions of you out there too.” The expression on her face was comical at his statement, eyes as wide as saucers and filled with wonder.

“I don’t know whether to be terrified or excited that there are more of me out there.”

“Trust me, I felt the exact same way.” Peter chuckled, finding himself feeling better thanks to this stranger.

“Thank you for listening to me ramble, I really appreciate it.” She beamed up at him, her brilliant smile making his heart warm,

“Anytime Spider-boy, I mean it.”

Eight weeks later, he found himself regularly taking MJ (he still couldn’t believe the odds that that was what she was called) up on her offer. Getting taken care of by the pretty medical student while recounting the tales of his rounds became a little arrangement for them. She insisted she needed the experience, and he wasn’t going to go to the hospital anyways, and her experience was far better than anything his impatience and sparse first-aid kit could do, so the arrangement worked in the favor of both parties. In more ways than medical experience and medical care.

Some days he found her at the coffee shop (he had accidentally memorized her work schedule), and others they found themselves in her apartment. When he’d get to wherever she was, he’d tell her everything while she was fixing him up and they’d spend hours after talking, or he’d even help her study.

He told her about Gwen, about still processing that day in Peter 1’s universe, even crying in her lap when he had nightmares about Gwen falling, everything. On days he didn’t want to talk, she’d tell him about her family, her career goals, about the book she was reading for fun, any tidbit about her life that she thought he’d find intriguing. He found himself falling into this routine with her, this comfort and warmth that he looked forward to every night. It wasn’t like Gwen, the whirlwind, passionate infatuation heightened by the danger surrounding their lives. Maybe he and Gwen would have still been together, but he found himself growing farther and farther away from what-ifs as the days went on. Every day Gwen was becoming more a happy memory, a part of who he had become and not an unresolved nightmare.

But this pretty, quick-witted, medical student barista? She was something else entirely, someone who fit this new Peter. She was something steady, something reliable that he never thought he needed. Dare he say a new home for him and his weary soul. He just hadn’t gotten up the courage to tell her that yet.

Tonight Peter found himself swinging up to MJ’s apartment, not particularly hurt, but desperate to see her. This round of friendly-neighborhood-spidermanning proved to be particularly taxing, sending him down a dark path again.

MJ had a habit of sitting by the window of her little apartment, curled up in her massive arm chair with her head stuck in her notes and a cup of tea. And that’s exactly where he found her when he finally made his way up to her fire escape. She was curled up with her notes, even though it was nearly 2 a.m. and she was mid-yawn when Peter knocked on the window, nearly making the girl dump her scalding tea on herself. She quickly recovered and stood up, pulling the window open

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You scared the ever-loving shit out of me!” She scolded, pulling him inside gently. Before she could swat at his arm he collapsed in her chair, pulling her down into his lap, pulling her close into his chest.

“Pete, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Let me take a look I-”

“No. Just wanna hold you for a minute, is that okay?”

“Yeah Pete that’s just fine.” MJ repositioned herself the best she could in his death grip, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his face into her. Her hand began running softly through the back of Peter’s hair, causing the tired spider to sigh deeply. It wasn’t the first time he’d just wanted to hold her, and she understood the calming effects of physical contact on a scientific level. Not to mention she loved it herself.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened bubba?” She whispered through a yawn, to which he promptly shook his head no, her yawn pulling one out of him as well.

“Jus’ wanna be with you.” He mumbled into her neck while his eyes remained closed. A giddy smile crossed her lips, God did she love this boy, and he always said things like this that made her melt.

“Okay baby.” The pet name slipped out in her fondness and MJ’s hand halted in his hair at her mistake. She was about to scramble to come up with an excuse, but Peter placed a featherlight kiss on her neck that stole the words off her lips. He titled his head up at her with a sleepy, lovey grin, eyes half open, and whispered

“Thank you my love.” before kissing her gently. She tasted like tea and cinnamon croissants, and Peter knew he would never have enough of her. His new home, his MJ,

“My MJ,” he sighed against her lips, MJ smiled brightly, her fingers coming up to hold his jaw like they did that first night so many months ago. She pecked his lips softly, before cuddling back into his chest. There was still a lot to unpack, a lot to talk about and discuss but they were both exhausted at this point, but MJ had to get one last word in before she drifted off.

“I love you my sweet, stupid boy.” She whispered sleepily.

“And I love you, my sweet, brilliant girl.” Peter whispered back, kissing her neck softly before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off in her arms.

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lord-squidiot · 2 years

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HxH characters and whether or not I would let them do my taxes

Knuckle

Would absolutely allow to do my taxes. Is incredibly good at math so he would not mess up. He could calculate Gon's aura output MID BATTLE so he could totally calculate how much money I owe the government.

Gon

With all due respect, absolutely not. He can not do math to save his life. He's sweet so he would try his best but I would probably have the IRS on my back once he was done (pun intended)

Leorio

Would totally allow this man to do my taxes. He's gone through med school so he definitely is smart. He also knows about money since he knew he'd have to take the hunter exam to pay off his college debt. I'd trust this man with my life.

Kurapika

He would not answer his phone so I could not ask him for help on my taxes.

Killua

Would not allow this lad to do my taxes. He's super duper gay and as we all know, gays can't do math. I know this because I am gay and that's why I'm trying to find someone to do my taxes for me.

Hisoka

Absolutely would not allow him near my taxes. He would violate them and/or file them fraudulently on purpose.

Illumi

Honestly,,,, I couldn't trust him to do them for free but if I hired him I feel like he would do them well. So, would allow if nobody else was available to help.

Chairman Netero

Man has been around for like 120 years I'm sure he knows how to do taxes. I'd allow him to do mine.

Ging

Bitch doesn't know how to pay child support there's no way he knows how to do taxes. 0/10 would not allow.

Alluka

Would absolutely allow. She has never done anything wrong in her entire life so even if she messed up the taxes a little I'm sure she had a good reason.

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luckyladylily · 4 years

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Some of the positions of Biden going into this election:

Abolish the death penalty.

End cash bail as it disproportional punishes the poor.

End cocaine sentencing disparity as racist

Eliminate mandatory minimums

Scrap past marijuana convictions

Eliminate private prisons

Raise minimum wage to 15$/hour

Supports a government mandated 12 weeks of paid family leave for all workers

Two years of college free

Expand student debt forgiveness, including 10K of forgiveness for all student loans and complete forgiveness for all undergraduate loans from 2 and 4 year public colleges and universities, and other loan forgiveness and payment reduction plans.

Eliminate funding gap for k-12 schools based on location (essentially between white and non white/poor and non poor division) with specific first steps outlined to do so.

Increase teacher pay, especially in underfunded schools (poor and POC schools)

Plan outlined to get us back in on the Paris agreement and goal of switching to clean energy by 2035 with first steps specified.

Supports voluntary gun buyback (similar programs have had huge success in reducing gun violence in other countries)

Supports firearm registry

Supports universal background checks for fire arm purchase

Supports huge expansions of medicare and the creation of a public run health insurance option that everyone is automatically enrolled in if they lose other coverage. You would also be able to use this free option if you did not want to use employer coverage. He has moved left in a huge way since the pandemic came into full swing but most people just ignore it. There is a good chance that by the time we get to the point of implementation he could just go medicare for all.

Citizenship for dreamers (DACA)

Outlined steps for increasing the quality of life, access to resources, and autonomy of disabled people, including expansion and strict enforcement of non discrimination policies

Universal hazard pay for “front line” workers during the pandemic

Specific first steps outlined for reducing systematic LGBTQ discrimination

Large increase of taxes on the wealthy, including a direct wealth tax and increasing taxes on corporations, with short term proposals in place that include undoing much of the damage done by trump.

You will notice that a lot of these positions can be described as halfway progressive. As in they move in the right direction but stop short of the ultimate goal. Sure, we didn’t win the primary and get a truly progressive candidate in, but the strong showing of progressive ideals during the primary means that we strong armed the democrat party into compromising with us. We forcibly moved the Overton window significantly left, imagine if we did this election after election! We could force real change regardless of the presidential candidate that is ultimately chosen.

We are slowly winning, but in order for it to stick we have to demonstrate that progressives will reward the shift in our direction. We absolutely need to vote Biden in, as well as support democrats in the senate, congress, and local levels. We need to prove that progressives are a powerful political group that can make promises and deliver to those who compromise with us. This is critical for the long term viability of progressive politics.

Biden isn’t just damage control. We wont be sprinting towards an ideal world but we will be taking significant steps in that direction. Don’t throw away all the progress we made because you don’t like the names on the ticket.

#biden for president #vote blue

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logicalbookthief · 3 years

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Christmas Movies Ranked by How Anti-Capitalist They Are

It’s a Wonderful Life

Movies that make you want to pick a fight with the 1% and also weep with joy. Absolutely a classic and anti-capitalist at its very core. Will convince you we need to start oppressing landlords again.

“Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking about... they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle.”

SAY THAT!!! George Bailey said fuck landlords, all my homies hate landlords, they have NO rights. Local man believes poor people are human, dedicates his life to helping them, and in his time of the need literally the whole town comes together to support him and his family. Class solidarity ftw!

“Remember no man is a failure who has friends.” Bitch I CRY EVERY GODDAMN TIME.

10/10

Home Alone

Soundtrack goes hard, the wacky hijinks even harder.

Loses points because the bandits had a prime opportunity to seize and redistribute some of the wealth from this ritzy Chicago neighborhood and instead they focus their energy on trying to kill an 8-year-old who outsmarts them at every turn.

2/10

Elf

A family favorite in our house. Touches on the overworking and mistreatment of employees through Greenway Press – Walter forced to choose between being with his family on Christmas Eve or losing his job, it’s implied Deb has a pet grooming business on the side to makes ends meet despite being a receptionist at a NY publishing company, etc.

Honestly most of the points come from Jonie’s underrated yet highly relatable storyline. She works in retail, exhausted and cynical towards the high-paced Christmas season which gives her little to no relief or reward, since she’s surviving on ramen noodles and using the employee showers because her water was cut off. Not expanded on enough to be considered a true Marxist piece but the effort is appreciated.

5/10

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Although the meme is correct in that Rudolph’s red nose becomes desirable only once it proves to be useful, it does get points for exposing the harmful nature of forced conformity and those alienated by these capitalist ideals -- Rudolph, Hermie, the island of misfit toys -- are given a place to belong despite the perceived “flaws” that before made them undesirable.

Also the elves definitely have a free dental-plan now thanks to Hermie and are hopefully on their way to unionizing. Fucking superb you funky little misfit.

6/10

Klaus (2019)

Turns a member of the bourgeoisie into a man I’d trust to carry my mail. Respect for postal workers this movie contains was ahead of its time.

No direct takedown of the establishment but a heartwarming message -- “A true selfless act always sparks another” bITCH I may be crying -- that emphasizes the importance of giving to others even when there is no selfish motivation to do so, which is inherently anti-capitalist.

8/10

The Santa Clause

Scott Calvin starts as a toy executive who takes part in the commercialization of Christmas. He was probably a business major so automatically loses points.

The Santa dynasty itself seems to operate under the cutthroat rules of the business world where you must overthrow (or in this case, throw him off the roof) the former CEO in order to seize power.

Elves have not unionized or seized the means of production by the end.

0/10

A Christmas Carol

THE ORIGINAL. Charles Dickens was not even in the neighborhood of fucking around with this one. CREATED the anti-capitalist Christmas genre!!

Rich man treats his employees like shit and gets terrorized by three ghosts on Christmas Eve. Force him to redistribute his wealth by dragging him through a montage of his most epic fails -- oh, hey, remember when your fiancé left you? -- and make him listen as all his employees and relatives complain about his stingy ass.

They end this slideshow by throwing this dude into his own grave. DIRECT ACTION.

Like damn, the ghosts really said, “If you hoard your resources and ignore those in need when you could directly improve/save lives with no cost to yourself, you will die ALONE and you WILL pay for your crimes in hell.” Literally watching this movie is a catharsis for anyone who is or has been poor and working class.

I’m including all versions of this movie but a special shout out to the Muppet version because it fucks the hardest.

100/10

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

Listen I’m not even in realms of joking with this one. This movie is THE anti-capitalist film of the holiday season.

WhoVille commercializing Christmas and a fixation on consumer culture to the point where anything and anyONE who cannot be commodified -- aka the GRINCH -- is alienated? The Whos rediscovering that people should be cherished over material items once it all is stolen and they must confront how empty the holiday has become??

Cindy Lou becoming disillusioned in Christmas -- at an age that coincides when many children (those who celebrate Christmas at least) lost belief in Santa and had to wrestle with what the holiday means with the magic gone and they’re more aware of the rampant consumerism that taints the season?? Her resolve to find a meaning that goes beyond material consumption because if a holiday founded on goodwill doesn’t extend that goodwill to everyone, even those society deems undesirable, then what’s the point???

The Grinch despising Christmas because he is unable to participate and isolated from the Whos and also the better qualities within himself? His alienation serving to demonize him further as it allows the public to narrow his valid criticisms of the holiday down to him being different and thus inherently predisposed to evil?? And hmm isn’t it interesting that a LOT of this demonization comes via Mayor Augustus “generously paid for by the tax-payers of Whoville” Maywho, Mr. 1% himself.

The upper vs working class divide evident in the light show competition between Martha May and Betty Lou Who?? The opening scene of the shopping frenzy that mirrors our own consumerist culture and overworking of retail/poster workers??? This entire monologue:

“That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about. Gifts, gifts... gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump. And the avarice... the avarice never ends! ‘I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue.’"

MARXIST KING. MENTION IT ALL.

1000/10

#christmas #christmas movies #how the grinch stole christmas #a christmas carol #elf #klaus #rudolph the red nosed reindeer #home alone #it's a wonderful life #the santa clause #this was a labor of love please clap

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theperfectlovestory · 2 years

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Sleeping In

Summary: Natasha invited you for a movie night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: Fluff, Sexual implications

Theme: soft, fluff

Word Count: 1, 032

You were once again invited to the Avengers movie nights. It's their way to distress after a long, taxing mission. It's also a way to keep Pepper from writing long documentation reports on why Tony Stark spent thousands of dollars throwing a party for the most random, insignificant things

Under the compound, you are Natasha Romanoff's guest, you have the right to go in and out whenever you please. Natasha's Black Widow badge in your company ID lace made sure of that but you never overextend your welcome. You only come when Natasha invites you, very rarely the others for random things such as Wanda baking too much muffin or Yelena wanting to tour New York when she's back from her mission to free the Widows

But tonight, you're just Natasha's girlfriend. You're wearing your most comfortable sweater and shorts cuddled under the blanket with Natasha's heat radiating on the side of your body

The light from the television is the only thing illuminating the room, with the occasional cellphones opening and closing but the room is full of sounds, the dialogues, background music, the laughter and commentary thoughts of the members, the light chatter. You were all focused on the familial vibe of the room when Natasha squeezed your hand, making you look up, searching for her eyes

"Are you comfortable?" She asked as she pulled you closer to her by the waist

"Yeah" you nod "Being with you brings me the most comfort"

Natasha's cheeks flushed red. She's been called a lot of things, she's been all kinds of person, but she was never a comfort for anyone. It made her heart flutter, warmth spread inside of her

Natasha buried her face at the crook of your neck and you chuckled while rubbing her arm soothingly

“You have too much sweetness coming out of your mouth” she whispered

“That’s how you attract the bees and butterflies” You responded jokingly and it’s her turn to laugh

“You definitely did attract an insect but it’s neither a bee nor a butterfly” Natasha raised her head, peppering your neck with kisses and soft bites, gently sucking on your skin

You started giggling as the ticklish feeling of her lips and teeth crawl under your skin, attracting the attention of the Avengers to the two of you

Tony had a knowing smirk, your red face giving it away

"Romanoff, are you really trying to score while everyone is here?" He teased and Natasha only rolled her eyes

"I'm not trying to do anything" she denied but her hand slowly traveled down your legs

"Nat" you whispered but she kept a straight face so you had to bite your lip to stay quiet

"Whatever you're doing, keep it PG, the kids are here" Steve warned and your eyes traveled to Peter who looks flushed, Kate who innocently tilted her head and Yelena's disgusted face at her sister's actions

Seeing their faces made you more embarrassed than anything so you moved away from Natasha's hand and made her pout in response. You leaned in on her ears and whispered

"We can have a little more fun next time" and as you move away, Nat's frown turns to a grin. You knew you bit more than you can chew but if it's Natasha, she'll take care of you

You didn't realize you've fallen asleep after the first movie, you only felt Natasha's hand collecting you and the blanket in her arms with all the intention to bring you to her room so you can sleep properly. This woke you up and you suddenly felt shy as you look around the other members

"Is the movie over? I can go back home" you said, voice still raspy from the sleep

"What? No, it's already too late" Natasha said, you open your phone and read the time, it's already almost 2 am

"There are still ride services at this time" you answered and started to collect your things but Natasha's hand stopped you

"Is there something wrong with sleeping here? Is the place not comfortable enough?" She asked and you shook your head

"It's comfortable, I'm just—" you averted your eyes away from Natasha who remained still and quiet for a few second before speaking in a lower, sad tone

"Are you not comfortable sleeping with me?"

Her tone was sad, broken. It was low, like she's scared to even ask. You whipped your head back to look at her, immediately denying her claim

"No!" You said, your hands gently lifting her head so her eyes will meet yours "I just feel a bit embarrassed since this is where heroes live, I'm sure some of them wants to have space of their own, without civilian always intruding…" your voice got lower and quieter

Natasha touched your hands that's on her face and brought your palm on her lips to kiss

"Oh love, you're not just a normal civilian. Here you are my guest, someone important to me. Don't think of yourself as a stranger but a family"

"Family…" your heart leaped at the word and Natasha's smile assured you "Okay"

"Great" Natasha stood bringing you along with her "You okay to sleep here now?" You nodded and her smile widen as she lead you to her room

Natasha takes small steps in a relationship, she's guarded and careful and you understand that, you show it with patience and encouragement and the way you respect her personal space. It might seem trivial, but to you, respecting the other people she love and care about is one of your way to ensure that Natasha's big leap is one she wouldn't regret taking

Bonus:

"Is this why you never visit me even if I go radio silence for days?" She asked and you sheepishly nodded "You'd rather wait for me, worrying yourself bald than to cross some personal space?" Her raised brow made you realize how ridiculous it was you're acting

"I mean...my rule is, I will go if you disappear for like...a week or so" your voice got quieter every word and Natasha laughed, finding you extremely adorable

"Detka, you will be the death of me" she responded as she shake her head

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff imagine #nat drabbles #black widow #black widow x reader #mcu imagine

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