I heard British!Reader headcanons are welcome so I am coming out of the shadows to ask how it would go with Natasha actually finding reader’s accent pretty hot and alluring and the red head becomes a stuttering whipped mess 🥰
Okay, okay, SO-
You're a new transfer into S.H.I.E.L.D. and you're also the type of person to silently evaluate your surroundings when you first get to a new place (which was one of the reasons S.H.I.E.L.D. had their eye on you in the first place).
So, you're in a meeting with a couple of the Avengers and other agents, just shadowing them so get used to everything before your own missions and stuff. In the very back of the room, with your arms folded across your chest, just watching.
It was at the end of the meeting when Hill, spoke over to you from the front of the room, noticing your curious expression, and asked, "Anything you would like to input, Agent Y/L/N? Anything you would do differently over the pond?"
People were getting ready to leave at that point, standing from their seats, and gathering any paperwork in front of them, only to turn and stare at you.
One of those being the famous Black Widow.
Pushing up off of the wall, you strode forward so that you were standing just beside the redhead, studding the board that still had information of the prior mission illuminated upon it.
"Your intel's shit."
"Excuse me?" Hill rose her brows, while Natasha did the same for an entirely different reason.
"The floor plans have clearly been edited and distorted, that's why this Brock guy got away."
"And how would you know that," a dirty blonde, Hawkeye, asked. Eyes squinted at you in suspicion.
"Well, when you look at the corridor from the bedroom to the livingroom, there's-"
Your intelligence on these things impressed Natasha, they really did. But she would never admit the thing that really captured her attention was the way you spoke. Voice, accent, everything.
After you had explained how he could have gotten away through a hidden room somewhere, you finally gave attention to the redhead watching you intently.
"You alright there, love?" you asked quietly, a smirk lightly pulling at the corner of your lips as you watched a deep blush flourish across her cheeks, turning away from your attention.
You were the only one smiling in the room at the Black Widows flustered state, while the rest were gobsmacked at seeing the normally stoic woman showing such clear emotion.
Maybe transferring to S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be so average after all.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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My meds have worn off and this is probably a really stupid question but what does, "Y/N: Afab? No. I think some firefighters are alright." mean? Again, sorry if this is super obvious, I'm just an idiot who's genuinely confused.
Hi! Not an idiot at all, here's all you gotta know:
Afab = A female at birth.
ACAB = All cops are bastards.
So the reader, confused, thinks it means 'all firefighters are bastards'
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