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[bloomingflowersthings]

Sick of your attitude: part two

part one

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Sick! Reader, Eventual Wandanat!!

Author’s note: Hello guys!! Finally got the part two completed so I hope you guys enjoy it!! My requests are open so feel free to send in your ideas!! <3

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As much as Wanda was trying to sleep in for once, she couldn’t relax because someone was thinking loudly. She’d tried to ignore it but it was becoming unbearable, she would have to find the source of the loud thoughts.

Walking through the compound, the noise was becoming louder and louder until she reached the source: Natasha’s bedroom.

Despite being mad at the way the widow had treated you the previous day, she could tell that Nat was in distress, so she knocked the door waiting for a response.

After knocking a few times, Wanda decided to open the door to the redhead’s room, they were pretty good friends after all so it wouldn’t be absurd.

“Nat?” She asked, looking for signs of her friend.

Then she noticed a lump on the bed. It was Natasha. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, clearly dealing with the effects of a nightmare.

With a swift of her hands, the witch made Natasha wake up, gasping for air and with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Bad dreams?” Wanda asked as she sat at the edge of the bed.

Natasha flew on the brunette’s arms, holding her tightly.

As the redhead cried, the memories from the previous day entered Wanda’s mind, telling her everything she needed to know, especially the spell that Nat had been trapped in.

“Shh, it’s okay, I understand now.” Wanda said, calming down the crying spy.

“I didn’t mean to be rude to her, I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” She said, sobbing.

“No, you were under a spell, none of that was really you, okay?”

“Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I’m sure she will, let’s check on her.”

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When the girls got to your room, the first thing they noticed was the heat coming from you. You were curled under several layers of blankets, a desperate attempt at getting warm. Little did you knew that you were warm, scorching with a fever.

“Wands, she’s too hot…” Natasha said, caressing your sweaty hair as the brunette got the blankets away from you and went into the bathroom searching for a thermometer.

In your hazy state, you couldn’t tell if they were actually there, so you squeezed Nat’s hand to see if she was real.

She noticed it and turned her attention to you.

“Hi, my love…”

“Please don’t talk to me.” You said, turning away from her as you got the urge to cry.

“I’m so sorry about being a bitch to you, it wasn’t my intention…” The redhead said, with tears filling her eyes.

“You don’t need to pretend that you care, y’know?” You said, sadness slipping into your words.

“Of course I care about you, Y/N, I love you!”

“Leave me alone, please.” You said weakly, avoiding her gaze.

As Wanda came back with the device in hand, she used her magic to put you in a peaceful slumber, to avoid stressing you out.

“Nat, I can help you explain the whole situation, but now we have to sort out this fever.” Wanda said as she managed to hold the thermometer under in your mouth, reading it when it beeped.

“39.6, we have to get her to the shower.”

As your girlfriend picked you up bridal style and made her way to the bathroom , she glanced at you, noticing the state that you were in.

“It’s all my fault, I should have taken care of her.” Natasha said, tightening her hold on you.

“Hey, we know it wasn’t your intention. You could never be like that and we know this, she’s going to understand that but now we need to break that fever.” The witch said, squeezing Nat’s shoulder lightly.

They both got under the cold water with you, as you were practically dead weight. As your temperature lowered, you got more conscious of your surroundings and were able to stand up with their help.

The girls got dried and dressed (with your clothes) and Natasha was getting you dressed while Wanda changed your sheets.

You were still silent due to your delirious state, and Nat whispered sweet nothings to you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick…” She said while untangling your hair. You just hummed in response, lacking the energy to answer properly.

“Come on, let’s get her back to bed.” Wanda said, helping Nat support you.

As they tucked you in, you got caught in a congested sounding coughing fit, and the brunette winced at the sound.

“You sound worst than earlier…” She said, pouring a dose of medicine, which you took without complaints.

They retook your temperature, in hopes that you were out of danger.

“38.2, far from ideal, but better than earlier.” Natasha said.

“I’m going to bring her some soup.” Wanda said as she left the room.

“I’m sorry…” You said weakly at your girlfriend.

“Baby, You don’t need to apologize for feeling unwell. I’m the one who has to apologize. Y/N, I was really mean to you and it wasn’t my intention, I need you to know that it wasn’t me, I’m going to explain it to you once you’re better, okay?”

You nodded and smiled shyly at the redhead, feeling the truth behind her words.

Wanda got back with your soup, and the girls spoon fed you, saying kind words of encouragement throughout the process.

As you finished, Natasha gave Wanda a tight hug, feeling grateful for everything.

“No need to thank me, I’d do anything for you guys.” The brunette said, blushing.

“Wands, will you lay down with us?” You asked weakly, wanting to be in the presence of both women.

She looked at Natasha for approval.

“Please Wanda, can you stay with us?” Natasha said, holding the witch’s hand.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

And you spent the next few days resting with double the cuddles, until you were fully healed.

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[somber-sapphic]

Midnight Quest

〘Day 2- Quest for a Cure 〙

〘Notes- Alright, the title is bad we can all agree on that. I also changed the colors and format just a bit because I wanted to.〙

〘Summary- Natasha runs of soup, forcing you on a 3am trip to the convince store.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You walked through the isles of the 24/7 convenience store, Natasha hanging onto your arm like a clingy puppy. Ever since she’d gotten sick, she’d been all over you, demanding constant attention. She didn’t let you leave the house, even when you had run out of soup to feed her.

She wouldn’t eat anything else of course, only Campbells chicken and rice soup. You’d offered chicken noodle but were immediately shut down with complaints of how they “aren’t even remotely similar”. How they were different you didn’t fully understand, but apparently, they were.

So there the two of you were, sifting through far too many cans of soup in search of the only one she would eat. Your feverish girlfriend kept putting random things into the cart, insisting that she’d need them later.

So far, you’d had to put back a bag of Fritos (she didn’t like Fritos), a toy car and a comb. The one item you had let stay was a light brown dog with a black patch over its left eye. The look Natasha had given you when you went to put the stuffed animal back was just too much. Did she need a stuffed dog? No. Was she getting one? Yes.

“Okay babe, here it is. I want to grab a few more boxes of tissues and some cough drops and then we can head home.” You said softly, grabbing ten cans of the stuff and shoving them into the basket. The likelihood that she’d consume ten cans of soup was extremely low, but there would be more for next time.

The redhead said something unintelligible and wiped her runny nose on your shoulder, further proving your point about the need for tissues. At least you could make this one trip, had you waited much longer you may have needed to go to the real grocery store. The real grocery store wasn’t open at 3am for your sick, needy girlfriend.

You very slowly made your way to the pharmacy aisles of the store, practically dragging Natasha behind you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist and her head on your shoulder, probably drooling on you. It didn’t really matter; you’d be able to shower after she passed out in front of the tv.

While perusing the several rows of cough drops Nat sort of got away from you. She stumbled a bit further than you had expected and ended up over by the Band-Aids, looking at the Marvel themed ones with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk as you tossed a bag of cherry flavored lozenges into the basket, amused by the look on her face.

“Why’sit have me?” She croaked, turning those wide green eyes on you. The box she had picked up did indeed have a little cartoon version of her plastered onto its side, next to Iron Man and Thor. You walked back to her side and kissed the tip of her chapped nose with a grin spread across your lips.

“Because you’re a hero maylsh, heroes get to be on Band-Aids.” You explained, easing the carton from her fingers and into the box. Natasha wrinkled her brow and seemed to have a moment of clarity, quickly moving to put it away.

“No, we don’t need those.” She tried to put them back, but you snatched them away and put them in the basket again.

“I think we do. Next time I get a papercut you’ll be there to protect me.” You joked, the lack of sleep getting to you a bit. Natasha wiped her nose on her sleeve and let out a small half cough half laugh, shaking her head a bit at you.

“Kay.” She mumbled, the laugh seeming to have sapped her last bit of strength. There was a good chance that she was being overdramatic (she had done it before) but this was a strangely good way for the two of you to spend time together.

“Okay then.”

With that, you grabbed a box of tissues and an extra bottle of cough medicine, paid, and left the store. Before reaching the car, you presented Natasha with the stuffed dog, your heart warming at the smile she gave you.

She leaned forward and kissed you gently, hugging the plushie close to her chest. For this woman you would go out to find soup any time of night. Afterall, you knew she would do the same for you.

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[goldenempyrean]

Smoothies And Sniffles

« Day 3: “Oh no, not you too!” »

« Pairing: WandaNat »

« Notes: First Collab of the event! Me and @lots-of-pockets both co-wrote this together so hopefully you enjoy :D »

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In the soft glow of the morning light, for once in a long long while, the compound was quiet. No one running about, no hustle and bustle of people preparing to go on missions. It’d been like this for the entire week. Clint had unknowingly passed along some bug he’d picked up from attending his kid’s parents evening and it had spread like wildlife throughout the campus - much to the horror of their resident germaphobe who’d attempted to lock himself away in his lab only to come crawling out with a runny nose and headache a day or so later. Yet for someone who was so disgusted by sick people he didn’t half do a bad job at not spreading his germs.

Still, the peace and quiet did make for a welcome change in atmosphere for some. Wanda couldn’t help but hum to herself contentedly as she made her way downstairs heading towards the kitchen, her heart absolutely set on the fresh unopened, box of cereal that awaited her.

The faint sound of a sneeze, soft and muffled, reached Wanda's ears. Curiosity guiding her steps, she followed the sound to the living room.

And there she was, the Black Widow herself, buried under a pile of blankets adorned with a red nose and drooping, tired eyes. It was a rare sight—Natasha Romanoff, the woman who never got sick, finally succumbed to the same virus that had been kicking the rest of the team’s asses.

“Oh no, not you too?” Wanda sighed, her breakfast instantly forgotten as she came to Nat’s side, letting her hand come to fall through the assassin’s messy red hair, “When did this kick in sweet girl? You were fine last night, you’re not one to get sick like this.” She murmured, resting her hand over her girlfriend’s forehead in an attempt to gauge her temperature.

“This morning, when I woke up.” Natasha managed to rasp out as she wiped at her nose with her hand, a failed attempt to quell the persistent itch.

Wanda pouted sympathetically in return as she pulled her hand away from her girlfriend’s forehead. The redhead most definitely had a temperature, but she wouldn’t know to what degree until she could get her hands on a thermometer.

“You feeling up to eating? I don’t want you to take anything on an empty stomach.” Wanda murmured in concern as she reached over for a tissue to hand to her sick girlfriend.

Natasha pouted as she accepted it and blew her nose. As she pulled away, she let out a pitiful wet sniffle suggesting that blowing her nose had probably done more harm than good. “I don’t want to take any medicine.” She dropped her head against the back of the couch and let out a heavy sigh.

Wanda couldn’t help but lean forward and press a tender kiss to Natasha’s warm forehead before rising to her feet with the intention of making the redhead something to eat. Maybe oatmeal or something. “I know, baby, but you know that it helps.” She gave Natasha a knowing look before she headed towards the kitchen.

Natasha grumbled but doesn’t protest knowing Wanda was right. Instead, she curled up beneath the blankets and hid, making the mature decision to pretend that if she couldn’t see anybody, then they couldn’t see her either.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Wanda bit her lip as she tried to decide on what to make. She knew her girlfriend probably didn’t have much of an appetite, but she just needed something to fill the gap. Eventually after standing there and staring into the cupboards for a while, the witch finally decided on making her a smoothie bowl. Sure oatmeal would’ve been easier but she thought that a sweet treat would be nice.

Of course Wanda knew how Nat liked her smoothies, after all she’d often make them for her to drink after her workouts. But instead of letting the mixture blend until it turned into liquid, she cut the time down shorter so it was thicker before drizzling some of their strawberry syrup on top. All she needed to get now was some medicine.

“Ooh, you picked up that bug too?” The sound of Clint caught her attention and she turned her head in the direction of the door as he eyed up the bottle of Dayquil that she’d just pulled out of the cabinet.

Wanda shook her head, “Not me, ‘Tasha’s down with it. I’m just getting her some stuff.” She smiled, adding a spoon into Natasha’s smoothie bowl before heading to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“Yikes, Red’s down?” Clint inhaled sharply, he’d also had the pleasure of experiencing cranky, sick Natasha first hand and it definitely hadn’t been fun to say the least, “If you need help with anything let me know, okay?”

Wanda smirked, “Thanks, Clint, but I think I can handle it.” She gave him a short wave before making her way back through to the living room. There, she just about managed to refrain from snorting in amusement at the sight that greeted her. There sat a blanket lump on the couch, the red hair poking out of the top telling her that Nat had obviously tried and failed to hide herself to avoid having to take medicine.

“I didn’t know we were playing hide and seek.” She teased playfully as she set the DayQuil and smoothie bowl down onto the small table which sat just beside the couch.

Natasha remained silent, and the witch began to wonder if maybe she’d actually fallen asleep. But just as she went to reach out a hand to tug the blankets away from Natasha’s face so she that could breath, a raspy sounding cough met her ears telling her that Natasha was still very much still awake.

“Nat? I have something for you,” She attempted to coax the sick redhead out of her hiding spot as she rested her hand on what she assumes was Natasha’s back and gives it a soft pat.

Slowly, the blanket begab to move, and tired green eyes eventually meet Wanda’s own as they poked out of the top, “It better not be medicine…”

“No baby, not right now. Just this.” Wanda picked up the smoothie bowl and brung it closer to Nat so she could get a better look. Natasha seemed intrigued, shifting in place slightly so she could pull her arms out of the blanket and take the bowl from her girlfriend.

Wanda couldn’t help but pout slightly. She’d been under the impression that Natasha would have let her feed her just like the redhead had always done for her when she was sick. “I don’t get to feed you?” She asked, titling her head a little.

Natasha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth. Her eyes slowly flickered over to Wanda’s, and it wasn’t hard to miss the look of disappointment that was eminent on her girlfriends face. Though it made her feel extremely uncomfortable to be fed like a child, she couldn’t stand to see her girlfriend so upset, and without much hesitation or thought, she finds herself giving in and handing over the spoon.

“Just this once.” She caved, and Wanda’s frown was immediately replaced with soft grin.

Wanda nodded as she held up the spoon, “Just this once.”

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[1heartsickfics]

Soft Bucky

Here's another little ficlet, Steve/Bucky this time cause I've also been back on an avengers kick. Also just prevent that civil war didn't happen.

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It was weird living here, in Tony Starks skyscraper compound. As soon as Bucky had come back to Steve the Avenger's had accepted him with open arms - well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration-. They were definitely all a little scared of him, but they'd always been nice.

Tony had offered him a room on the same floor as Steve, which he'd accepted. It's not like he had anywhere else to go. Although it hadn't been long before he and Steve were sleeping in the same bed again, so his room went unused most of the time. He knew they'd all noticed, but no one had said anything.

The good thing about living in the compound though, was that there was always a lot going on, which meant that Bucky could easily blend into the background and not be noticed. He could always slip away if things got to be too much or if he needed to be alone, and Steve understood that.

It was also good for trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with Steve without anyone noticing that he'd been watching him out of the corner of his eye for this entire debriefing. Most of them were too busy arguing about something stupid and there were at least three separate conversations going on.

"Hey," Bucky said under his breath, giving Steve a nudge with his elbow, "You okay?"

"Fine," Steve shrugged. But he didn't look fine.

Bucky must've looked skeptical, because Steve gave him a slight smile -that looked more like a grimace- and nudged Bucky back. Oh yeah, Bucky thought, that makes it so much more believable. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Steve could be so stupid sometimes.

"What do you think Rogers?" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's internal monologue, and he realized that the attention had been turned to them.

"Steve?" Nat asked when he didn't respond. Bucky was frozen under their eyes, even though they were mostly looking at Steve.

"I-" Steve started to speak but cut off abruptly, "I'm sorry," he gasped out, then jumped up out of his chair and bolted to the corner of the room where he promptly bent over the trash can and puked.

That was enough to snap Bucky out of his thoughts. The crowd suddenly forgotten, he jumped up as well, moving to stand next to Steve, placing one hand on his back and the other on his hip, rubbing gently, just like he used to do all those years ago when Steve would get sick.

"Aw Stevie, I knew something was wrong," Bucky sighed. Steve was no longer actively throwing up, but he was still hunched over the trashcan coughing and gagging.

"Easy darling, you're all done," Bucky said, wrapping his metal arm around Steve's waist to help support him, he could feel him shaking. He needed to get Steve sitting down.

"Buck.." Steve groaned, letting Bucky take some of his weight.

"I know Stevie," he shushed him, brushing his hair out of his eyes with his other hand.

That was when he remembered that he had an audience. Shit. Well, if they hadn't figured out the nature of his and Steve's relationship they sure had now. He turned his head to find them all silently gawking at the scene happening in front of them.

Bucky winced, hating the attention. But it wasn't about him right now, he just needed to get Steve taken care of. He swallowed hard.

"Can someone push a chair over here?" he asked.

No one moved for a moment, then Clint stood up, pushing one of the empty chairs over toward them. Without saying anything he grabbed Steve under one arm and helped Bucky lower him down into the chair.

"Thank you," Bucky said, avoiding meeting Clint's eyes.

Clint nodded, "I'll go get him some water," he added before heading out of the room.

"Hey, that came on pretty quick huh?" Bucky said softly, crouching down in front of Steve's chair, one hand on Steve's leg.

"M'sorry," Steve mumbled, slumping down further in the chair so he could lean his head against the back.

"Don't, it's okay, I've got you," he looked up, glancing at the others who were all still quietly observing, "We've got you," he amended.

"I don't feel good," Steve said quietly.

"Yeah I know you don't. We'll get you up to bed in a minute okay? Just rest for a second first," Bucky said, standing up and moving to Steve's side to drape an arm around his shoulders. Steve leaned his head against Bucky's side, pressing against him.

Bucky stared down at the floor, waiting for Clint to come back and break this horrible awkward silence. They were all staring.

"I didn't know cap could even get sick," Tony said after a few more moments of quiet.

"Neither did we," Bucky answered, looking up at the group for the first time. They all just looked worried, sympathetic. They weren't judging him, or Steve, they were just worried.

Maybe he liked living here after all.

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[fctedivided]

Unprompted ask. - @grislyintentions sent:

"Septine," She sets a hand upon the Foxian's shoulder lightly. "You've been working on this formula without pause for hours on end. Why don't we take a little break" - [Natasha to Septine c:]

She was working nonstop to get that formula finished, although it was easier said than done. Hours passed but with little progress. The blind Foxian didn't want to give up until she felt a hand softly placing on her shoulder, immediately recognizing whose this was.

"That sounds nice, Natasha. I almost forgot how long I've been busy on the very task." Septine let out a little smile.

#grislyintentions #:: the village caretaker. || septine. :: #:: an alternative universe. || honkai star rail. :: #:: answering the stars. || answered. :: #( Natasha. )

[watchmakermori]

far be it from me to psychoanalyse an author based on their books but natasha pulley’s relationship towards women and femininity just seems so...strange. so many of the significant female characters in her books (and there aren’t that many of them, but that’s a whole separate thing) have an active disdain for traditional facets of womanhood such as marriage, caretaking, and motherhood, and they usually eschew these things in favour of career pursuits. and that’s cool in a vacuum! I love to see people writing female characters that are cold and ruthless and unladylike, especially given that that type of female representation is lacking in most media

but the issue is that almost every female character seems to be like that in her work. there’s a consistent coldness to how they’re written, especially with the female characters that are career-minded and intelligent, and it comes off as though academic prowess is incompatible with traditional femininity. we don’t really get to see any women who are emotionally sensitive and also genius physicists, or who are smart and capable while yearning for marriage and children. and while I understand that women have often felt forced to act masculine to be taken seriously - especially in the past - that conflict isn’t really dissected in any of her books.

it just feels like there’s a constant discomfort with femininity running through all of her novels. it’s not as straightforward as just a distaste for women - it’s tangibly different from the kind of misogynistic writing which is unconcerned with women or doesn’t view them as fully realised people. pulley’s female characters are more often than not intelligent and capable, and her books do occasionally discuss institutionalised sexism and the general stupidity of it. but there’s a distinct lack of feminine joy in her work. there are no women in her books who are glad and happy to be women, who embrace their femininity despite having been made to feel lesser for it

which is a massive shame, because even when a person is targeted and discriminated against for their identity, they can still love it. that’s true of gender, race, queerness, disability - anything. while acknowledging the destructive shame caused by misogyny is important, so too is pride in femininity.

i think the problem is exacerbated by the overwhelming lack of female POV characters in pulley’s work. if she’d written one book with a cold, disdainful, unmaternal female character, I’d be yelling with joy (as I was when I read the watchmaker of filigree street). but she’s written about five now, and there’s been very little variation outside of that archetype. pulley’s books feel as though they are written by someone who finds little joy in womanhood, who sees it as something to be endured more than celebrated

#natasha pulley #i'm enjoying valery k but I just CANNOT stop noticing this #it took me a while to put my finger on it but that's just it: none of the female characters enjoy womanhood #and like. that just doesn't feel right to me #i'm very ??????? about gender but there are beautiful and wonderful things about femininity #the fact that caretaking and motherhood are EXPECTED of women is bad but caretaking and motherhood are NOT bad in themselves #like I said I don't want to psychoanalyse but uh. her books really read like she has a lot of shit to sort out wrt womanhood and femininity #kind of makes me think about when people talk about how wonderful trans girls and women are because of the JOY they have for womanhood?? #i want to see that #i sometimes feel restricted and at odds with womanhood myself but i love love love to see people enjoying it on their own terms

[thenexusofsouls]

What do you think of the au where Nat comes back from Endgame with no memory? Also, what if Nat was the one who got mind controlled by Loki instead of Clint?

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{i am the caretaker of souls} No memory as in... true 616-Nat brought back to life but with amnesia or her memories erased, or... something like what happened with Gamora, and this is another Nat from a different part of the multiverse? Well, regardless, I think it would be really freaking sad for the characters that love her. Clint, Steve, even Wanda (my Wanda is friends with Nat and Nat was her mentor for her entire time as an Avenger, so I developed that a bit more than the MCU did) would be so heartbroken to have her back but then she doesn’t remember them at all. Or, if she remembers them but has no memory of Thanos, the Blip, the time heist, her death, none of that... then I suppose the conversations surrounding those events and trying to fill her in would be extremely painful for her close friends and/or ships to get through. It would be chock full of angst, though, and that’s always good in my opinion, haha. I’m... an angst junkie lol.

No offense to Clint or anything, but a mind-controlled Nat would be absolutely downright dangerous and deadly, even more so than he was. I think there would have been a lot more problems if that had been the case. Maybe Loki would have gotten a lot farther in his plan, or a lot farther sooner, with Nat doing his dirty work? It’s definitely an interesting AU to consider. Plus others would have a lot more difficult time subduing her than they would with Clint, I think.

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[stevesbestgirl]

It is so damn cute watching the other littlest look after the little baby reader.

Like the one with the football game. How little Peter looks after her. That was adorable!!! I couldn’t stop smiling.

I do like how they regress to a younger age.

Would love to see more little baby reader with more cute scenes with her daddies but also the other littles and caretakers.

Headphones put on her when it gets loud. Maybe at a gala and telling a loud douche to be quiet. (Badarse scary protective mom Nat).

Please please would you write more protective badarse stucky.

How would all the avengers especially stucky and maybe even the other littlest react if the baby reader was taken? After all the others are littles but still heroes while baby doesn’t have any powers (or does she) ;) 😂. Seriously though imagine the littles all finding out baby has been taken and then the door where the others are opens and the littles are no long littles but pissed off Loki. Scarlett witch , Spider-Man etc.

So sorry for writing so much. Just really love your fics. Can’t wait for any more you write. I hope you have a lovely day 🌸

Ohmygosh, this is so sweet, please don't apologize! I love hearing what people like about Their Girl 🥰🥰

I don't usually do requests, but your ideas are great and I got a little inspired ❤️

Safe

Daddy!Stucky x little!f!reader

2989 Words

Warnings: brief swearing, crybaby reader (as always), sfw age regression

In the early days, you never left the compound; your daddies were protective. They didn't want anything bad to happen to you- or for you to run into someone who might recognize you; that could be just as damaging to all the work they'd done to make you happy.

But eventually, as trust built, they started taking you out in public. First the zoo, like they'd promised, and then other places. Soon, you were allowed to tag along when they went grocery shopping and trips to the park become normal. You even had a special day at the mall with Steve.

You trusted all of the adults to keep you safe while out and about; you remembered one of Tony's fancy parties where a man had drank so much that he was shouting, despite the soft music and low hum of chatter in the room. Bucky had only agreed to bring you to that party because Tony promised it would be quiet. But the man was determined to be heard by the pretty girl he was talking to, though she didn't seem to want to talk to him.

You knew your daddies were close by, so you tried to be brave, politely tugging on his jacket and asking him to use his inside voice. But the girl saw her opportunity to leave, disappearing while his back was turned and then he got annoyed.

"Who brought a fuckin' kid to this party?" he called out to the room, making you shrivel beneath all the attention he was drawing. "Honestly, can't a guy even get laid-"

It wasn't Bucky, or even Steve, who marched over and put themselves between the two of you, it was Natasha. "You need to tone it down."

The man had smirked, giving her an obvious look up and down, "That's not the only thing that could stand to go down." He clearly thought himself quite smooth.

When she didn't fall down at his feet, he added, "Why? This yours?" He tipped his chin derisively at you, scorn plain in his tone. You winced; you didn't understand why he was being so mean, but you knew he was.

"She's not the problem here." You knew Natasha's warning voice well enough to recognize it, but this man was either too drunk, too stupid, or too distracted by her pretty face to notice.

"She's a problem for me." He reached in your direction, like he was going to push you away, drawing a resigned sigh from Nat.

Natasha caught his arm, twisting it to a funny angle and making the man cry out, "Then I guess I'm your problem too."

By then, Steve had noticed, steering you away and shielding you from the ruckus, but you peeked out just in time to see Nat take the man down, not even mussing her hair. Steve stayed close for the rest of the night, thinking you were traumatized, but you were really in awe of Natasha. Looking at your daddies, it was obvious they could protect you. But Natasha was much tougher than she looked and she hadn't hesitated to step in to keep you safe.

You had murmured a shy thank you to her later in the evening, to which she smiled, "Of course, dovey. We take care of our kids, don't we?" She'd kissed your forehead and you realized that you were part of their family; they would all take care of you, just like they did their own babies.

The adults had collectively decided that taking more than one baby out at a time warranted at least two caregivers. They weren't taking risks with such precious cargo after all.

Generally, things went smoothly. Surprisingly, Loki was the one who tended to get into trouble when out and about, but you were still very grateful to be allowed; you weren't about to rock the boat now. Not that good intentions would keep you out of trouble.

You hadn't meant to wander off in the store, but it wasn't like you went out often- you'd forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in the crowd. Especially with Thor and Tony as chaperones; Thor's supervision wasn't quite as comprehensive as many of the others and Tony tended to get distracted by Peter. It wasn't until you were shuffled away from the group, distracted by the pretty backpacks on display, that you realized they were gone.

Looking up from a sequined one you'd been admiring, you realized you were all alone. You'd always heard that you should stay put when you were lost, but that seemed kind of silly. After all, you knew you'd been with the group back by the clothing, so you shouldered the backpack you wanted and made your way back there.

But there was no sign of any of them. And now you were a little scared; when was the last time you were alone outside the compound? Just asking yourself the question unearthed the faint memory of your nightmares, which hadn't plagued you for quite a while now.

With a whimper, you climbed inside the clothing rack; it was stuffed full and provided excellent cover for someone who didn't want to get grabbed by a stranger. You camped out among the clothes for a few minutes- only long enough to realize that if someone had come back to look for you, they wouldn't know you were here. So you cautiously climbed out, keeping an eye out for any kidnappers.

You waited again, but what if they'd come to check for you while you were hiding? You might have missed them. Or what if they hadn't even noticed you were gone? What if they left without you?

You knew you shouldn't go out in the parking lot alone; you were supposed to hold someone's hand. You weren't even sure you remembered where the van was parked. But the little voice in your head insisted that if you weren't by the car when they came out, they would leave you behind.

Looking carefully both ways, you took a step into the lot, but you were quickly pulled back, an unfamiliar voice barking, "Where do you think you're going?"

Wheeling around, you were gazing at a grumpy-looking security guard whose badge read "Bennett." Locating your voice, however muted, you answered, "I got lost."

"Mm. And I take it you were going to pay for that bag too?" He didn't sound particularly accommodating.

"I don't have any money, but-"

"I thought so," he grunted. "Come with me."

Far be it from you to argue with a security guard; your daddies had told you to be wary of strangers, but there were no other grown ups around. So you tearfully followed Officer Bennett back inside and through a set of double doors. Behind those, everything was gray and dirty- it wasn't pretty like the rest of the store. But he kept walking, towing you firmly by the arm until you were in a tiny security office.

Entranced by the wall of TVs, you forgot you were in trouble until he snapped his fingers, "Sit down." You dropped into the chair against the wall.

He stood while you sat, hands planted on his hips, looking down his nose at you; he thought you were a thief. But nothing you said made a difference; he had an answer to everything, a way you could have been lying. He started asking for your information: your name, your birthday, where you lived. But you knew you weren't supposed to tell him those. So you told him that.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

His face twisted into a mocking sneer, "You've got to be kidding me."

Missing the sarcasm, you shook your head earnestly, "I promise I wasn't tryin' to steal-"

"I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me your name, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

Intimidated by his bad attitude and his badge, you went quiet. You sat in the uncomfy, wooden chair, kicking your feet and watching the security cameras. You were compliantly quiet, at least until you saw a familiar face on one of the many screens. "Wanda!"

"That your name?"

"No, but-"

"Don't care then."

"But-"

"Shut up."

Surprised, you replied again, voice thick, "That's mean."

"Don't care." He turned back to his computer, making a pointed effort to ignore your sniffles and hiccups as they became more and more pronounced.

You debated about running away, but you weren't super like everyone else; you couldn't do anything. The small amount of relief granted by the knowledge that they hadn't left you behind- at least, not yet- didn't comfort you in the face of utter helplessness.

You tried to stay quiet while you cried, finding Wanda on the cameras again. You could at least keep an eye on her. Wanda looked right into the camera and you wanted to believe that she saw you, but you knew that wasn't how cameras worked. You watched her lean over and mutter something to Peter, who, in turn, whispered something in Loki's ear. You couldn't see Tony or Thor on the screen anywhere.

You did a quick scan of the other monitors for the grown ups and when you returned to Wanda's, she was gone and so were the others. You'd lost them.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, "What's gonna happen to me?"

"Don't know."

"Am I goin' to jail?" Would Steve and Bucky be able to find you if you got arrested?

"Maybe." He sounded like he was entertaining the idea.

That prompted you to cry in earnest- you didn't want to go to jail. You could usually admit when you'd done something wrong, but everything that had happened today was an accident. You were a good girl.

Your internal monologue cut short at a knock on the door. With a heavy grunt, Officer Bennett heaved himself out of his chair and opened it, positioning himself between you and the other side, so you couldn't see past him. Whatever he saw on the other side gave him pause, then he slipped through the gap in the door and closed it behind him.

You were alone in the security office. And Officer Bennett had left his cell phone on the desk.

You scrambled over and were amazed that he didn't have a passcode on it. You remembered Steve complaining about how tedious it was to change that setting. Figuring it was an old man thing, you thanked your lucky stars and managed to open a text chat.

It had been a long time since you used a cell phone for anything other than games or taking pictures and even those typically had Steve or Bucky over your shoulder, telling you what to do. The last time you'd owned a cell phone, holo-screen tech didn't even exist.

You did, however, know your daddies' phone numbers by heart. They were now well versed in positive reinforcement. So you'd gotten a canopy for your bed in return for reeling off their phone numbers without any mistakes after weeks of practice and positive encouragement.

You dialed those numbers with shaky fingers, glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. You weren't good at texting, though you dimly remembered being good at it once.

You typed out, "Help." "Scared." You wanted to type "officer," but you couldn't spell it, so you backpedaled, breaths coming faster as fear of being caught settled over your shoulders. You typed the name of the store instead and sent it, even though you knew you'd spelled it wrong.

And then you remembered to send your name as the doorknob rattled, so you only typed half and hit send before tossing the phone back down on the desk and getting back in your chair. You were barely seated when the door opened and an irritated-looking Officer Bennett shuffled back in, still carefully blocking your view. Once the door was closed, he clicked the lock.

He turned around to sit back down and noticed his phone- not even close to where he left it. Slowly turning his head to face you, he asked low, "Did you-"

You were trembling in your seat, but he cut off sharply, head turning to stare at the doorknob, which had started glowing with odd, red light. You were close enough that you could hear the faint clicking of metal on metal.

He looked at you, "What are you doing?" His face paled further as an eerie green glow seemed to seep in through the cracks around the door, "S-stop!"

He shrieked and you ducked your head as the door burst open and hit the wall with a crash. You suspected it had cracked the cement wall behind it.

Tentatively peeking out from under your hands, you squinted at the dust that had come loose at the impact floating through the air. Then Loki stumbled inside, closely followed by Peter and Wanda.

Loki ignored the terrified Officer Bennett, straightening indignantly, "Don't push."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "You were the one who had to be first." She smirked at him, "Feels good to save the day, doesn't it?"

"Why don't you-"

"Guys?" You finally found your voice, though it was still thin and trembling.

"We came to save you," Peter piped up.

"By the gods, what you have you three done?" Thor's voice echoed over Wanda's shoulder, just out of your sight.

Then Tony's voice, "It's bad enough I have to pay these insurance premiums when there's a crisis, now I can't even do my shopping without something getting broken?" You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.

Tony ushered the others out, extending an arm to you, still in your seat, "C'mon kid, let me sort this out." You hesitantly stood, waiting for the guard to stop you, but it seemed like Officer Bennett was in shock because only Tony spoke, "That's it, come on. Let's get you out of there."

He steered you out of the office and back into the main store with Thor, who hoisted you off the ground and onto his hip, "Trouble always seems to find you, doesn't it, little one?"

You stared at him, suddenly nervous, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, you aren't in trouble. Don't worry, the grown ups are handling it."

Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car. Your backpack had been paid for and was in the trunk with the other bags. Your carseat was in the back row, as Peter's occupied the middle. Loki was in the backseat with you and Wanda in the middle with Peter.

You kept your voice low, hoping Tony and Thor wouldn't hear over the classic rock playing on the radio, "Thanks for saving me." You left a pause before admitting, "I was really scared."

Wanda surprised you by rolling her eyes, "Of course we would never let anyone take you away. You're our friend."

"We love you, pretty girl," Peter added, the only one who was very free with that particular word.

You glanced at Loki, who looked almost guilty, giving you a reluctant nod, his cheeks flushed silver.

You smiled and nodded, settling back into your seat and contemplating a nap. But Tony pulled off the highway early, stopping at a little diner. You were allowed to unbuckle yourself, so you climbed out of the van with the others, staying close by while Tony got Peter out too.

"Uncle Tony, are we having dinner?" Wanda chirped.

"I was thinking about it, but if you guys aren't hungry-"

Wanda took the bait, "I am! But what about Mommy?"

"You can bring something back for her, sound fair?"

You tugged on Tony's sleeve, "Me too?"

"You want to bring something back to Natasha?"

"Uh-uh, for my daddies."

"No need, squirt." He pointed behind you and you saw Steve and Bucky coming up the sidewalk from Steve's car parked a few spaces down.

"Papa!" You took care to get on the sidewalk before running over to them and jumping into Steve; you weren’t taking any chances on getting in trouble for running in a parking lot. But you hadn't realized how badly you needed to see them after something like that until they were there to make it better. You were safe with your friends, but things were better with your daddies around.

Steve held you like he'd had a scary afternoon too, pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead and holding your head tightly into the crook of his neck while he hugged you, "My sweet girl, are you alright?"

You nodded, "It was scary, but Wanda and Peter and Loki saved me."

Steve buried another kiss in your cheek, "Lucky for that security guard they did, or he would've had to deal with me-"

"Steve, it's done. Tony handled it," Bucky reminded him.

Steve grunted his understanding, a sure sign he disagreed but couldn't be bothered to argue; he had his baby back now.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead too, "Let's get you something to eat, hm? Being a felon is hungry work- I'd know."

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky grinned. Peter chimed in, reminding the three of you that everyone else was waiting, "We can get lots of food, my daddy is paying."

Thor cheered, which prompted Wanda and Peter to copy him, drawing a laugh from Steve.

"You know Pete, I'm starting to think you're only here for my money."

Peter's indignant reply was the beginning of another tangent, leading to more teasing and more laughter. And as you sat in a too-small booth, sitting on Steve's lap and blowing straw wrappers at Wanda and Loki, you realized that your bad day, as with all the bad days that had come before it, wasn't worth remembering because you were the happiest you could ever remember being.

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[chiaraanatra]

Life as We Know It | Part 3

Summary: You and Seresin unexpectedly become the caretakers of Bradley and Natasha's baby girl, Nicole. Can you two put your disdain for one another aside for Nic's sake? Based on the movie "Life as We Know It"

Warnings: mentions of parental/character death and funeral, angst, arguments, and swearing. no use of y/n. Always check chapter warnings!

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: Here is part three, another sad chapter... It's not my favorite, but I think chapter 4 will be an upswing! Thank you for all the support on this series!

《 part 1 || part 2 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

The funeral was a blur. You honestly couldn't remember much. What you did remember was the insanity of the gathering afterward. A sea of people, most of whom you had never met, let alone heard of, invaded the house. You and Seresin had spent most of the time talking up anyone and everyone who seemed like they may be a good fit to take on Nic.

When the dust finally settled and you were able to lock the door you were both exhausted. You and Seresin were seated at the dining room table, Nic was passed out in her crib and the fridge was stocked with enough casseroles to last a lifetime.

"WeII…" Seresin was the first to speak, "We could go with the cousins with nine kids. They clearly know how to keep a kiddo alive..."

"The stripper seemed nice." you half-joked.

"Yeah..." Seresin thought through his next few words carefully, "How did she know them?"

You couldn't help but laugh, "You know... she didn't say." you both erupted into laughter.

However, the laughter naturally died and he looked at you with soft eyes. "We're screwed...."

Your head collapsed onto the dining room table, voice muffled by the cold wood, "Yeah..."

You and Seresin had concluded that while you two may not be the best fit, you were better than foster care. The two of you decided to bite the bullet and gained joint IegaI and physical custody of Nicole Carole Bradshaw.

The three of you were making your way out of the courthouse and towards Seresin's truck. As you began to strap Nic into her car seat, he sank into a squat against the truck, his hands rubbing his face. "That's it? No drug tests, no questions? What if we're crazy murderers who like to eat human flesh? Eh, doesn't matter! Boom, 'Done, case closed.' You'd think they were giving those things away."

"Where is that stupid bunny that she Ioves...?" you rummaged through the car, laying across the floor of the lifted truck, feet kicking outside the door, trying to reach under the driver's seat.

Seresin shifted to look at your stocking-clad legs falling out of his truck. He shook any thoughts he may have had out of his head, "what are you doing?"

"Almost got it..."

Seresin couldn't take any more of your struggle. He grabbed your hips and lifted you out of the truck to stand on your feet. He reached under the seat with ease, grabbing the plush bunny before placing it in Nic's lap. The gesture made her smile, happy coos leaving her lips.

You huffed, blushing a little, "Thank you..."

You walked over to sit next to Nic in the back seat. There was one thing you noticed pretty quickly and that was that Nic loved car rides, meaning she would fall asleep immediately. Once her seatbelt was buckled, she was out like a light, and if you and Seresin were lucky she would remain that way for a while.

When the two of you got home you placed Nic in her crib and walked back downstairs. Seresin was on the couch elbows on his knees and his head resting his hands. He lifted his head when he noticed you coming downstairs, running his fingers through his sandy blonde locks.

You took a seat next to him. Your mouth opened like you were about to say something, but you couldn’t think of the right words. You took notice of the pull-out couch that he had spent the last few nights sleeping on. “Umm. Are you sure you don’t want to stay in their room?”

He didn’t skip a beat before giving his reply, “Positive.”

You could only nod in response. In the few days that you had been staying in their house, you both refused to step foot in their room. That was theirs and it felt wrong to step into their space. That’s how the whole house felt. You both felt that you were out of place, invaders in a house that was yours on paper but felt far from belonging to you or Seresin. Deep down, you hoped that at any moment Nat and Bradley would walk through the front door and life as you had know it would resume.

You took a deep breath, “Would you mind keeping an ear out for her...? I could really use a shower.”

His head returned to his hands as he took a breath of his own, “Yeah…”

The two of you felt like you were walking on eggshells around one another. Especially when it was the norm for small disagreements to develop into a fight. Neither one of you had any fight left in you at this point. So, you took your time standing up from the couch and making your way to the bathroom upstairs.

When the water hit, you so did everything else. You felt as though the world was falling around you. You couldn’t help but sit on the shower floor and let your tears fall.

When you walked through the door the house was silent. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but since the alternative was the rantings of a 30-something-year-old man and/or a crying toddler, you decided things could be worse.

You quickly put groceries away before making it towards the stairs and up to Nic’s room to make sure everything was okay. As you approached her bedroom you swore you heard humming. Once you were just outside the doorway you noticed it was singing.

“Heads Carolina, tails California. Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.”

What the hell..? You thought to yourself, but you couldn’t help the little smile that graced your lips.

You walked in, leaning against the doorway watching as Seresin sat in the rocking chair, that was placed in the corner of the room, with Nic in his arms. His voice was deep and carried a gentle tone as he sang to the little girl, lulling her to sleep. You felt your heart warm at his affection towards her, “What are you singing to her?”

“Everybody loves Jo Dee Messina. Do you mind?” He looked back at the little girl and began to sing again, “Up in the mountains, down by the ocean. Where it don't matter, long as we're goin' somewhere together.” His deep voice and southern drawl were more prominent in his own exhausted state. Nic didn’t appear to mind, as the lyrics faded to a hum, she was passed out before your eyes.

You watched Seresin lay her gently in the crib. He pushed you into the hallway before closing the door almost shut. “Told you it works.” You couldn't mistake the annoyance in his voice as he brushed past you.

You rolled your eyes shanking your head, “You know… would it kill you to be a little cheerful?

He lets out a sigh, crossing his arms and looking down at you, “Yeah. It might.”

You hated when he was short with you, “Come on, Seresin…”

“No,” he interrupted. “Why should I pretend to be happy? I'm miserable. Just let me be miserable.”

“You know what? I am so sick of aII your depressing IittIe comments.”

He interrupted you once more before you could elaborate, “No, you don’t get it, I ruined my life for her.”

You scoffed, “I'm so sorry parenting isn't the fun-filled ride you thought it was gonna be.”

“Oh, shut up. You're happy because your old life sucked.”

Your mouth fell open a little before you came to your defense, “My old Iife didn't suck!”

“Yeah” he leaned closer getting in your face, “It did.”

You roll your eyes, “You know nothing about me, Seresin! My life was great, my job was great. I made my own hours; I had free time.” You liked your life. You had your routine and it worked for you. You would never admit, especially to Seresin, that sometimes the monotony got to you. 

It was now his turn to scoff, “To do what? Blog?”

“Oh my God!” You through your hands in the air, “You are beyond frustrating!”

“You have no idea what a great Iife is. I had a great life!” Seresin was pacing, “I went out all the time! GirIs would buy me drinks, they would throw themselves at me. I haven’t had a dry spell since i was 15!”

“You're disgusting!”

“Sweetheart, they say you can't have it aII, but I did, I had it aII and it was awesome! I slept with whoever I wanted whenever I wanted.”  He turned away wanting to be done with the situation but decided to turn back to face you. “You know, maybe if you got laid you’d be more tolerable. Except to have sex you gotta find somebody who can stand you first.”

“Fuck you…” Before he could speak you spat back, “Of course you think that's awesome! AII you care about is getting with any girl willing to spread her legs for you and then praying she didn’t stick around till morning. God, even Bradley was embarrassed by you but he would never say anything because he was twice the man you are.” You turned to walk away. While you didn’t in the moment, you knew you would regret the words that fell from your lips.

You watched as Seresin’s face fell before turning away from you. He grabbed his keys from the entry way table before making his way towards the garage.

You walked over to him before he made escape, placing your hand on his shoulder, “Hey, don't drive angry and do something stupid! Your kid's parents died in a car-“

He quickly moved away from your touch, turning back to you and pointing up towards Nic’s room, “She is not my kid! She's not my kid…” The second time he said those words was much quieter than the first.

You paused, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over, “Then whose kid is she...?”

Seresin only shook his head in response before walking out the door.

At the rate the two of you were going, it was only a matter of time before you tore each other to shreds, and no amount of love either of you had for Nic would be able to prevent it.

《 part 4 》

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[gloriouspower]

Hey can you write natasha x reader with the prompts 23, 32, 33, 39 thanks

A/n : it's smutt y'all minors stay the fuck away , alright? I gave my warning so let's proceed

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Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary : our sweetheart nat gets jelly over a man flirting with us, so she takes matters in her own hands

Mine 🖤

Warning : smutt, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, jealousy, soft dom nat, sub reader, established relationship.

Word count : 1.5k not proof read.

Note : I'm so sorry for taking this long, my laptop broke and I had to get it fixed so so sorry, here I completed this so fast my god 😭

"word" - dialogue

I sat by the counter with a glass of negroni in my hand while this man, who's name i forgot long ago, kept blabbering in front of me, i needed more than just negroni to deal with this good for nothing shit bag, i sighed internally and gave him a smile on whatever he was talking about, why was I doing this? Well being the caretaker of Avengers came with pros and cons and this was being a HUGE con in my ass.

After pepper stepped up as the stark industries CEO, i interviewed for the caretaker replacement and to my pure shock i got it, it's been 5 years after that, now I'm stuck here in another extravagant tony stark Saturday party he hosts, which i absolutely hate but organize it for him anyway, if i remember vaguely, this man was talking about sponsorship and in any way do we need sponsors right now, because i didn't wanted to come off rude i sat talking to him, which , right now, is giving me a migraine in my right temple.

"So you see, that was my idea, and maybe we can discuss some more about this tomorrow at coffee? My treat " he said smirking, placing his hand on mine, i pulled back but he held it strongly and i was getting uncomfortable, he had made several advances in the "5 minutes" he requested from me, that turned out to be an hour, but i declined them all, and was about to do it again but someone beat me to it "I'm quite sure, she said no multiple times before or are you specially deaf for the word 'no'?" Relief instantly floods in me as i hear Natasha speak, God did i want to get out of here, he looked scared for a moment before he speaks out of pure idiocy "i was asking her, and i don't take no for an answer, so i do not see why you are interfering in between us" and he had the audacity to slip his arm past my waist, i recoiled back, pushing him away but natasha didn't hold back and punched him in the face, that idiot fell to the ground, hitting his head on the hard floor, stumbling to stand up, blood ran down his nose as he blabbered " you bitch, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Fucking bitch" nat just rolled her eyes " i don't give half a fuck who you are, touch my girlfriend again and i won't just stop at a punch" with that she grabbed my wrist, pulling me away, the crowd was staring at the scene we just made, that included tony, who was giving nat thumbs up.

The crowd parted for us and by the time we got to the stairs, nat threw me over her shoulder as i awkwardly smiled at the onlookers, tony was laughing his ass off, when we finally got to our room, she placed me on our bed while looking down at me, i pouted " you didn't have to punch him you know?" She scoffed at that. I propped myself up on my elbows. "I didn't like the way he was staring at you" I laughed as she went to grab something from the cupboard " how do you know?" She turned around trying to form words but nothing came out "umm.. I was looking" It sounded more like a question than an answer but then it hit me and I gasped loudly " were you checking me out?" Her denials fell on deaf ears as I gushed over her, finally I spoke coherent words "were you jealous?" She rolled her eyes at that but i didn't let it fool me, she was jealous, when he was making those advances, heat rushed to my cheeks and southwards as it gave me a weird thrill, she finally replied, pulling me close to her, she already changed into different clothes while i was still in my black cocktail dress " so what? Nobody looks at what's mine in a wrong way, let alone touch you" I blushed, she leaned down kissing the base of my throat, automatically her hand traveling down to my hips. "Oh yeah?" My voice came out much breathier than expected, she cocked an eyebrow up, a devilish smile forming on her face " show me you're mine" and as if on command my hips bucked against hers, she crashed her lips against mine, as ecstasy shot through me.

Nats nimble fingers untied the knots of my dress, pulling down the zip in one fluid motion while her mouth left trails of hickies blooming on my neck, her other hand gathering the fabric of my dress up and pulling down my very soaked panties down, her smirk was almost unbearable to me, i would have scoffed at her if i wasn't squirming under her form for more, my eyes fluttered shut as she slid two digits down my folds, back arching while she teased my entrance, my skin felt hot, sweat forming on my forehead, the dress sticking to my skin, so i took it off completely, leaving my bare body with just the bra on, she tsked "so impatient, huh?" But my mind was already fogged so without saying another word i pulled her in for a kiss, i moaned into the kiss when her fingers finally left the rim and entered completely, i went to grab her side but the shirt she was wearing got in between, frustrated i pulled it off her, she didn't care one bit, keeping the pace steady, pumping her fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, I bucked my hips to get more friction but she stopped entirely, fingers stilling inside me , I whimpered as she said "do not move till I say so, I will let you come when I want you too" her fingers regaining the speed but still not fast enough and I was left blubbering mess beneath her.

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Clothes were scattered on the floor long ago, my screams and moans filled our room, if it weren't for the sound proofing, the media would be outside our door by now. I clutched onto her Ruby hair, as she glided her tongue up my slit, sending shivers down my spine, my legs thrown over her shoulder, her nose brushing over my sensitive clit, I was close to my edge, just another push and I'll be tumbling down, the knot in my stomach too tight, i groaned tugging on her hair "nat please" she just tutted against my cunt "you wanted this, now it's either you take what i give you or nothing at all" I whimpered, knowing she'd do just what she said, if I didn't comply, my mind was a mush, her skilled tongue lapping up my juices like a starved man but she did not give me the release, pulling back just enough to leave me groveling for her to go further, hands clamped on my thighs, she sucked on my clit and my back arched in response, my delirious mind swirling in thoughts of nothing but her hands on me, her kitten licks pushing towards the edge yet again, this time i didn't tell her, i was desperate to cum, i needed to but as if she knew what i was doing, she pulled back completely, my hand immediately flying to pull her back but she chuckled, her mouth smothered with my juices as she licked it off her lips.

She climbed on top of me, grinding her hips against mine, stimulating me more and more , my head rolled back , eyes scrunched shut, breathing labored but she had other plans , leaning down near the shell of my ear , her breath tickling me she said " say that you're mine, say it and I'll give you what you need, sweetheart" I whimpered, as quickly as I could I said " I'm yours, please, I'm all yours" she smirked, all the while teasing my entrance with her fingers, finally pumping into me, her fingers skillfully scissoring me inside, brushing my g-spot with every hit, and in no time I was coming on her fingers, the slick gushing out, smearing the already dirty bed sheets, I heaved, riding down my high, as she laid beside me chuckling and licking her fingers, I turned around and buried my face in her chest, her arms enveloping me, she caressed my hair lightly, kissing my forehead, giving me a break from before but before I could even process what's happening she pinned me down again, her voice rough "I'm not done with you just yet" and right then I knew I won't be getting any sleep tonight….

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

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Dish Water

〘Prompt 18- "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold."〙

〘Notes- Here we are, prompt 18! Don't ask about the title. We all know its bad.〙

〘Summary- Natasha gets caught in the rain while picking up takeout.〙

〘Word Count- 850〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

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“Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” You called after Natasha, flashing the redhead a happy grin. She laughed and rolled her eyes, turning back to smile at you.

“It’s 60 degrees out, I think I’ll live.” She teased in return, shutting the door behind her in a twirl. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you turned back to the soapy dishwater in the sink, amused with your dumb joke.

Science had clearly proven no correlation between not wearing a coat and getting sick. If it had been colder hypothermia was certainly on the table, but not a cold or the flu. Depending on who you ask hypothermia could be worse, but Nat would simply glare at any illness until it went away. She was cool like that.

You began to hum as you cleaned the dishes, wrinkling your nose as you rinsed out a water bottle which had held what smelled like a very old smoothie. It was your turn to clean the dishes accumulated by the Avengers over the week and you were unfortunate enough to have the grossest set since the chore was put in place.

That didn’t matter though, because Natasha was picking up pizza and soon enough the two of you would be cuddled up on the couch with hot, greasy food and a scary movie.

You wanted to watch a wholesome Halloween movie (The Corpse Bride specifically), but your girlfriend had insisted on a Scream marathon. You didn’t care though, all that mattered was spending time with her.

These last few months had been so incredibly stressful. The moment that she had gotten back from a three-week mission, you had been sent out for surveillance that required you to live in what was practically a shack in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. You spend two months there, seeing no action and hearing nothing of the woman you loved. It had been lonely, very lonely.

But now, it was okay. Given that you were the two sent on the longest missions Steve and Fury had agreed that you would each get at least a month home together, barring any emergencies that came up. Figuring that there would be at least one said emergency, Natasha and you were determined to take up this time doing couple-y things. Tomorrow it would be a movie, the day after a pottery class. Domestic stuff.

You finished with the dishes and dried your hands on the cloth, mildly alarmed by the amount of water covering your shirt. You always flung water around while completing that particular chore, but you thought you’d been careful enough this time. The soaking hem of your shirt told a different story.

With a sigh, you pulled it off and headed for the laundry room, certain that you had at least one left over from the load you’d forgotten to fold earlier.  

No sooner than you donned a fresh shirt, one smelling of lavender and Nastasha, did you hear a door close and a loud sneeze. You hurriedly tugged the shirt the rest of the way on and checked your watch as you padded out to the kitchen to investigate.

Standing in the doorway was Natasha, dripping wet and shaking like a leaf. The raincoat that she’d apparently grabbed was draped over the pizza box carried in one hand, her face buried in the crook of her other elbow. When she looked up at you, you could see the guilt in her eyes.

When she pulled her head away you could see the redness of her nose and the pout set on her plump red lips.

“Natty! Babe, I told you to wear it!” You said in a rush, sliding across the tile in your sock clad feet. Unfortunately, you had misjudged your speed and collided with her. It was only her quick reflexes that allowed you, the pizza and herself to all remain standing.

“It j-just started p-pouring, I didn’t want the-the food to get r-r-ruined.” Natasha spat out, her teeth chattering so hard that you could barely make out what she was saying. You huffed and took the box from her, setting it on the counter with the raincoat falling to the side.

The box was safe, of course it was. There was not a single dark spot on the cardboard concealing your dinner, but the woman you planned to share it with had been reduced to a sniveling mess in front of you.

“Okay love, forget the pizza. You need a warm shower and some chicken soup.” You said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist. Natasha tried to pull away, protesting about how she was getting you wet. It was true, but you didn’t care. One more change of shirt wouldn’t kill you.

“Come on Tasha, lets get you warmed up.” You kissed the side of her head, allowing yourself a smile when she laid her head against you. You may have been standing, but she had melted against you, half convincing you that if you let go, she would collapse.

In that moment, you decided that next time you would not be joking when you told her to wear a coat.

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Twinkling

« Day 15: Fairy Lights »

« Pairing: WandaNat »

« Notes: this was cute to write :) horribly unedited so I apologise :,) »

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“You don’t get it Nat, the lights are what makes it christmas! It’s the one thing I love every year, they’re special!” Is what the feverish witch had yelled - well, croaked to be more accurate - earlier in response when Nat had put her foot down and decided neither of them would be attending the city’s national light switch on event.

Natasha hadn’t said it to cruel or unfair, she did have a point. Wanda was sick. Way too sick to be stood around shivering in the cold, even if she’d worn a coat, the icy bite in the wind would’ve been sure to have left her with the chills. Still, the watery tears that had slipped helplessly down her wife’s flushed red cheeks at the news had made her feel horribly guilty at her decision. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been looking forward to it too, the whole team usually met up. It was always a good night but she simply knew that Wanda would’ve gotten herself 10x sicker in the process.

Wanda hadn’t been said much after that, she simply wiped her tears and taken herself back to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a slam louder than necessary - a clear sign she wasn’t in the mood to simply talk things over.

As Natasha stood alone in the dimly lit living room, she couldn't shake off the weight of Wanda's disappointment. She knew it was probably the fever heightening her emotions but the way her bottom lip had wobbled as she tried not to cry at the news had her heart torn into bits. She could’ve leave it like this.

For now though, she gave Wanda space. Fighting back the urge to slip into their bedroom and hold her through the tears. Instead Natasha quietly slid past the room, being mindful of the creaking floorboards that threatened to give away her plan and headed up towards their attic.

Creeping open the attic door, the smell of dry air and dust make her cough instinctively as she crept inside. It was a little dark but it wasn’t hard to spot the piles of boxes in one of the corners. Wiping the settled dust from the top of one, she read the label scribbled on in black sharpie, “Christmas Decoration’s.”

“There we go.” Natasha whispered to herself, as her vision began to slowly come into plan.

She continued to open up the several boxes, searching around in them to grab exactly what she wanted and in the end she was left with countless strings of wire and bulbs.

Back downstairs, she looked around the toom with determined eyes and a softened resolve.!Natasha began draping the twinkling lights around the living room. She carefully wove them through the bookshelves, wrapped them gently around the framed photos on the walls, and adorned the windows with a warm, festive glow.

As each strand illuminated, Natasha couldn't help but smile, imagining the joy it would bring to Wanda. The room slowly began to transform from it’s somber atmosphere into a magical haven of twinkling multicoloured lights, creating dancing shadows and sparkling glows on the walls.

She even took extra care to fashion a cozy nook in their favorite corner, entwining the lights around their shared armchair. The room was now a symphony of colors and warmth. Everything looked perfect and Natasha found herself taking a step back, resting her hands on her hips as she admired her work. She was going to love it.

After a final checkround, the redhead flicked off the lights, the room being consumed by darkness in their absence. It took a moment for her eyes go adjust but when they did, she made sure everything looked tidy before smiling to herself and heading to their kitchen.

Despite her fluffy socks, tiles were cold against Nat’s feet as she padded over to their cupboards to search the shelves. It didn’t take long to find what she wanted. She took careful care of quieting preparing Wanda’s mug. Now hot chocolate would’ve been the go to in a normal situation but she didn’t want to risk upsetting her stomach again after how long it had taken for it to settle the previous night. So instead Natasha made a soothing cup of sweet lemon tea, making sure to add in a generous helping of honey.

Natasha carried the steaming mug back to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door. "Wanda," she called out gently. "Can I come in baby?”

There was a muffled response, and Natasha took it as an invitation. Slowly pushing the door open, she found Wanda curled up under the blankets, looking both exhausted and fragile.

"I thought you might need some warmth," Natasha said, offering the cup of tea. Wanda looked up, her eyes still puffy from crying, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Thanks," Wanda whispered, taking the cup from Natasha's hands.

The aroma of sweet lemon filled the room as she took a careful sip. Natasha sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as Wanda seemed to relax a little. "I know the lights outside are special, but you understand it’s not worth putting your health at risk for.” She murmured, her soft finger coming to trace the spots where previous tears had been on her wife’s cheek, “But I still wanted to make it special for you…”

Without much more of a warning, Natasha slid her hands underneath Wanda, lifting her with ease as she gave a small yelp of surprise before clinging onto her shoulders tightly. She found herself being carried back to the living room but before she could question everything, they stopped as they stepped foot into the dark room. Nat had slipped her a small remote, smiling down with an unmistakable grin.

“Press it.”

Wanda turned her head to cough raspily before she looked up in confusion, “What?”

“Just press it!”

Wanda hesitated for a moment before pressing the button on the remote. Instantly, the room erupted in a breathtaking display of twinkling lights. The rainbow of glow shimmered around them Wanda’s eyes seemed to echo their sparkle as they widened in surprise.

"I... I don't understand," Wanda whispered, her voice shaking a little as Natasha carefully set down onto her feet beside her. The witches gaze moved from the lights to Natasha, her heart swelling with emotion. "You did all this for me?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her actions. “I know how much you love the lights, I just wanted to cheer you up a little bit my love.”

Wanda's lips quivered, but this time it wasn't from sadness. "Nat, you're incredible," she said, pulling Natasha into a tight embrace. The room was aglow with warmth, both from the lights and the genuine love between them.

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Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested by anon: beefy!nat who loves pointing out the obvious height difference between her and reader. resting her arm on R head, leaning on her, or just making short jokes, being the big spoon all the time, randomly picking R up despite her protests on all of these but Nat knows R loves it 

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AN: Gonna make this mostly fluffy, with a little bit of spice at the end.

Repost since the queue messed up the post lol.

Nat would be absolutely relentless in bringing up how you're almost a whole foot (or 0.3m) shorter than her. When you go grocery shopping with her, she'll ask you to grab something that is clearly on the tallest shelf, so you either have to jump to get it or sweet talk her into helping you.

You're basically her personal armrest (and her biceps are enormously heavy when she rests them on your head) and you think she could write a whole book with the amount of short jokes she tells you every day.

The one time she broke her leg on a mission, you were not only her caretaker but also her crutch, because she refused to use a medically certified one, and instead preferred to use your shoulder or head to support her as she hobbled around.

When she comes home from work, if she doesn’t tackle you in excitement, she’ll sweep you off your feet--literally--and carry you wherever she feels like taking you. She can completely cocoon you with her body in bed, but it makes you feel safe and loved so you don’t mind.

She always jokes that you’re so short, you have to go up on her, but once your mouth is on her center, she isn’t making jokes anymore.

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"You have an interesting view on what a 'scratch' is, if that's the case." The doctor's hands are steady as she places on the last finishing touches, assessing the wound briefly before she deems it ready enough to bandage up. "Just be lucky Septine isn't the one in here right now or you'll never hear the end of it."

A little sigh escaped from his lips, Natasha had a point. And even Septine wasn't here to witness this, she would eventually find out, so there was ultimately no escape for the aftermath of his recklessness.

"Tell me about it, I can already see it before me, getting scolded by her and stuff." While his one arm just received the final steps of treatment before being bandaged. "Sometimes I wish people wouldn't get worried about me. I mean, this isn't new, and I had worse than this."

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https://buckyntasha.tumblr.com/post/637325112649072640/a-history-of-buckynat-1-because-ive-been#notes

This link should also be helpful in addition to the other two I sent you!

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{i am the caretaker of souls} Thank you, that actually really does help! That person also has a link to a more detailed history that I’d like to read to give me as much background as possible so I don’t screw this up, heh. Natasha is still so quiet, though, so what I might do is rewatch Black Widow sometime soon, and then hopefully between that and reading up on their comic romance, I’ll be all good to dive into all their asks. =)

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