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buckybraneslover111 · 2 years

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Boyfriend - N.R.

a/n: didn’t think i would be wrriting about Natasha, but i’ve been reading a lot of imagines about her and i have had Boyfriend by Dove Cameron playing nonstop so i figured i would write about her.

Summary; You are dating your boyfriend who treats you kinda like one of the boys in a way. One night, you went to the bar with him and his friends but he ignored you the whole time. What happens when a certain red head orders you a drink and you leave with her instead?

warnings; top!Nat, bottom!reader, daddy kink, heavy flirting, touching, sexual talk, p in v (nat has a pp), oral (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, and i think that’s it. enjoy lol

You sighed as you once again were the only girl at the bar full of boys. You would say men, but they act like boys. Your boyfriend Tony invited you out for drinks, he told you there would be other girls there, but failed to mention it wouldn't be his friends girlfriends, but other girls in the bar that you didn’t know. You sipped on your fancy, fruity drink at the bar, alone, while Tony and his friends sat at the other end of the bar, drinking and having fun.

You stirred your small straw in your drink and got lost in your thoughts until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head to the side and blushed immediately when you looked at her. Red hair parted in the middle, straight, her piercing green eyes, half smile, pearly whites showing. “Hi, is this seat taken?” she pulled the seat out a little.

“Uh..um..no its not.” you stuttered a bit, still taken back by her beauty. She was dressed in black pants, black button down with the top few buttons open.

“Thanks.” she sat in the chair next to you and motioned for the bartender and ordered herself a drink, “Also, can my friend over here get another refill please.”

You looked up at her and smiled a little, “Oh wait, no its okay really.”

“Oh come on, I don't want to be the only drinking here.” she smiled at the bartender, “She’ll have another.”

You blushed, “Thank you.” You adjusted yourself in your seat, your dress riding up your thighs a bit.

She sat back in her chair and looked at you, “Natasha.”

“y/n.”

“So what is a beautiful girl like you doing here all by herself?” she smiled.

You looked back at your drink blushing, “Um...” you were debating whether or not to tell her about Tony or not. “I don’t really know why.” you shrugged.

“Babe! Babe!” Tony came over to you and he put her arm around your neck, “Babe we are winning! If we win, we go to the playoffs!” He smiled big then walked back to his friends as they cheered at the basketball game that was playing on tv.

You sighed and looked at Natasha who was sending daggers to Tony, “I guess he could be the reason why I’m sitting here alone.” you said softly.

“I almost went home before I walked over here,” she looked at you, “I was watching you from across the bar for the longest time, I was trying to get you alone for the longest time and when he finally left, I knew I had to come over here.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, how could he let a beautiful woman like you, be over here by yourself. What am I gonna do? Not come over here to keep you company?” she smirked a little.

You bit your lip and played with the straw in your drink again, “Natasha...”

“Call me Nat.”

“Nat...” You looked at her biting your lip.

She leaned in closer to you, putting her hand on your exposed bare thigh, “Speak angel.”

“I-I can't think with you being so close to me...”

“Do you want me closer?” she leaned in closer to you, putting her lips against your ear, “I can be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. We’ll be up all night, I won't quit. I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman, plus all my clothes would fit. If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight.” her hand slid up and down your thigh rubbing circles here and there.

“Please...” you whimpered softly spreading your legs a little bit for her.

“You want this?” her hand slid up your dress and to the soft cotton of your panties, “I bet you he doesn’t touch you like this, doesn’t cherish you like you should be.” you just whimper in her ear, she smirks, “What’s wrong angel? Tell daddy what’s wrong.”

“I-I want you to touch me, please. Wanna cum. ” you whined pouting.

“Right here? In front of your boyfriend?” she bites your ear rubbing your clit through your panties, getting the fabric soaked in your arousal. “I want you to feel how hard you got me.” she grabs your wrist with her other hand and puts it over her crotch pressing down on it as you felt her rock hard cock through her pants, “That’s all real baby, no silicone plastic shit, it’s the real thing. God i wanna fuck you right here.”

You gently squeezed it earning a groan from her, “Take me back to your place, please.” you begged her sounding very desperate.

“Let’s go.”

…

As she kicked the door open to her apartment, you were on her like a dog, legs wrapping around her waist, as she held you up by the back of your thighs. Your lips attacked hers, teeth and tongues clashing together. She kicked the door closed and pushed you up against it, pushing your dress up past your ass pushing her hard on against your soaking wet core. You pulled away gripping onto her hair, she attacked your neck with kisses and bites, “I need you Nat please!” you started to unbutton her shirt as she unzipped your dress pulling it off of you, your tits exposed to her. You slid her shirt down her arms staring at her big perky tits.

She leaned down and sucked on your nipple while playing with the other. You moaned arching into her mouth, “Daddyy!” you whined grinding your hips against her crotch, “More! Please!”

She shushed you, “Relax baby, you’ll get what you want.” she carries you to her bedroom plopping you on the bed, as you crawl up laying down on the pillows. She takes off her pants leaving herself in her boxers, crawling on the bed up to you. She gets between your legs and pushes her hard on right up against you, feeling her twitch. “God i wanna fuck you so hard.”

“Please, anything.” you whined loudly grinding your hips back. You reached up and played with her tits, giving them a squeeze and rubbing her nipples. She continues to grind her crotch against your core. “Nat please anything!” She gets down between your legs spreading them apart holding the back of your knees up. She leans in and licks your slit, your juices gushing between them. “Yes! Yes please!”

“So fucking sweet princess!” she pokes through your folds with her tongue licking your clit fast. You arch your back reaching down grabbing her hair moaning loudly, “Daddy! Oh fuck! Nat please!” She licked your clit faster sliding one finger into you rubbing your spot over and over.

“Want cum! Need- argh!!” you arched your back pushing your pussy deeper into her face as the knot in your stomach got tighter. You sat up on your elbows looking down at her as she devoured your pussy like it was her last meal. “S’good! Don’t-ngh! Stop!” You threw your head back closing your eyes tightly leaning on one side of your elbow, grabbing her hair with your other hand. “Daddy!! Daddy!” you tightened your legs around her head, your feet on her back, knees squeezing her head, “Please—fuck! I—yes! My—shit! Cum!!” you screamed loudly in pleasure, cumming on her tongue, falling back onto the bed breathing heavily as you came down from your high, ears ringing, sweat dripping down your forehead.

Natasha crawls up your body leaning on her elbows above you. You open your eyes looking at your wet arousal dripping down her lips and chin, “You okay baby?” you nodded and she peaked your lips softly, “That good huh?”

“Y-Yes Nat.” you nodded smiling up at her putting your hand on her cheek, “Please fuck me…”

She smirked, “As you wish princess.” she pulled down her boxers, her 8 inch hard cock springing out of her boxers as she looked up at you. Your face in utter shock, “What’s wrong baby?”

“You-You have an actual cock…fuck.” you gulped looking up at her.

“Perks of being a part of the avengers, they can help you with anything.” she smirked and teased your clit with her reddened tip, precum mixing with your juices.

“Please—!” you moaned loudly as she slid her tip inside of you leaving it in smirking at you.

“Please what? Ask daddy nicely.” she wiggled her hips.

“Please fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock daddy!” you moaned loudly as she pushed her cock fully into you.

“Look baby! Look!” she smirked and pressed her hand up against your stomach where the bulge of her cock is, “God that’s so fucking hot!” she started thrusting into you, biting her lip looking at your stomach watching it bulge up from her cock. You grabbed onto her back digging your nails into her back. She hissed, “Fuck yes baby!” she growled thrusting into you harder. You leaned up and sucked on her nipple. “S’good princess!”

“So much better than my boyfriend! Fuck!” you looked up at her moaning with her nipple still in your mouth.

“Dirty girl!” she smirked down at you, switching nipples. She felt your walls clench around her, “Gonna cum beautiful?”

You pulled away from her chest and nodded, “Please! Can i?”

“Just a little longer, wanna cum with you.” she lifted your hips up at this new angle and thrusted into you harder and faster, hitting your spot right on.

“God!”

“She’s not here with us baby, just me and you.” she smirked chuckling as she picked up the pace, her thrusts getting sloppy, feeling her twitch inside of you.

“Cum inside me daddy. Give me your cum, breed me.” you moaned looking up at her as she groaned then moaned loudly, you both cumming at the same time. “Yes! Yes!”

She collapsed on-top of you breathing heavily as you both came down from yours highs. She pulled out of you rolling over onto her back, you both looking up at the ceiling. “I love you.”

You whipped your head to her making sure your heard her correctly. “What?”

She looked at you, “I love you baby.” she rolled over back on top of you kissing you deeply. You kiss her back running your hands through her hair keeping her close. You pulled away and looked up at her, “I love you too.”

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starandcloud · 8 months

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I still need you

Tw: Death, unaliving oneself, blood, funeral

Today was... Weird, usually you messaged and spammed the shit out of Natasha while she was at work but... you had been radio silent all day. Not even Tony had heard from you, and you typically told him if you didn't feel well. Just in case something came up, a procaution. The last thing Natasha expected was to find the bathroom locked when she came home, maybe you were using it? But... why would you lock it..? She shook off the chill that went down her spine when she knocked and softly called out your name.

"Y/N..? Love? Are you in there?"

The silence only made the chill return and she began to panic, maybe you had left and accidentally locked the door before you left? Quickly checking her phone, she noticed she had a message from you. My Love: I love you with my body, heart, and soul to death. Thank you for being in my life, you were the greatest partner and I'm sorry Nasha.

The message made her panic, her phone dropped and raise her foot. The door came down in splinters, adrenaline pumped through your veins as her eyes flicked around the room looking for you. When she did find you, her blood froze. Blood had pooled around your wrists and had stained your arms and shirt, the crimson life drained from you as she rushed towards you. Her knees hitting the ground as she frantically checked for a pulse. Her jeans becoming blood soaked and her hands were covered in blood as she felt the faint ba-bump ba-bump of your pulse she shakily picked you up and fumbled towards the bathroom door.

"Please... Please don't leave me..."

Natasha begged as tears welled in her eyes.

Every red light made Natasha's heart race, she only had so much time until she was to late. Recklessly swerving in and out of traffic, her brakes screeched to a stop and the next few things were a blur. She didn't remember picking you up or rushing in or screaming help. The last thing she remembered was the doctors taking you from her and wheeling you away, she tried to follow but a nurse gently grabbed her arm and Natasha sank to the floor. Her legs ached and she just wanted to hear your voice again, you were her love and her life. What would she do without you? Her body ached as she paced back and forth in the waiting room, she had been given scrubs and washed up. The nurses gave her crackers and water to put on her stomach, but she hadn't eaten yet. She needed to know you were okay. It had been three hours, and she hadn't heard anything from the doctors.

"Mrs. Romanoff?"

The voice made her stop and her body instantly moved towards the nurse, her arms grabbed ahold of his upper arms as she stared desperately into his eyes.

"Are they okay? Please please please please tell me they're okay, please let them be okay please..."

She begged, but the apologetic look from the nurse let her know it all.

"I'm sorry for your loss Mrs. Romanoff, they passed a three-fifty-seven this morning..."

That's the exact moment Nastasha's world stopped, tears silently rolled down her face as she was sat down. This is a sick joke. This has to be a sick joke but... You would never do something like this to her... this was real... She had actually lost you, you had permanently left her, all she had left was your promise rings. Looking down at the copper ring, her heart cracked a little more. You loved copper rings, they were "so underrated" you told her. You hated Silver and Gold, they were "overused" and "tacky" just like Diamonds and emeralds. So the rings were Copper and Opalite, your favorite crystals. Natasha gently played with the metal around her pinky as she whispered.

"Please... do-on't leave me My Love..."

Her voice cracked as she bit her lip. She wanted to walk through your hospital room doors and watch you sit up and softly ask to go home, you hated hospitals. You hated the smell, the sight, the sounds, the people. You hated the hospital because someone always died... No one could've imagined you would've died in one.

Silently watching as everyone paid their respects, she was the last one to go up. Staring down at your face, she almost laughed. You hated make-up and dresses, and here you were. In both. Her fingers gently pressed to her lips before pressing to your forehead as she quietly whispered.

"I'll meet you again one day... One day we'll be together again, and I hope life treats you better My Love..."

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spideyyboii · 2 years

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Christmas Can Be Fun

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: unknown to you, your girlfriend hated Christmas and everything that goes with it. So when December rolls around and your apartment is filled with decorations there's not much to do but panic.

warnings: natasha being a grinch

word count: 1.2k

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When yours and Natasha’s relationship began she had made you aware of the way she grew up. How the Red Room had conditioned her into a killing machine with no mercy, she also shared that she’d never experienced a real Christmas. Only once in her childhood had she been shown a tree with presents sitting under it and that was to keep the facade of a happy family.

Your first Christmas with Natasha was hard, even though she had been freed from the Red Room for nine years she had still avoided the topic of Christmas. Once December first rolls around the redhead is quick to start pushing her teammates and friends away, especially Clint. So when your first Christmas together came up you were beyond confused as to why your girlfriend happened to be avoiding you every chance she got.

“Hey Clint, sorry to bother you but you’ve known Nat along time has she by any chance mentioned her reasoning for avoiding me?” You questioned the man hoping the two friends had sat and spoken about what was bothering your partner. “Oh honey, don’t stress it’s got nothing to do with you Nat just isn’t a fan of Christmas it reminds her of what she never had. Every year Laura and I invite her to join us and every year she turns it down. I think it just reminds her of the fact that she never got a real family.” Clint explained hoping it would calm your nerves. “Thanks Clint, I really appreciate you talking to me about this, might make it easier for when I next see her.”

After your conversation with Clint you were more understanding of your partner's reasoning for ignoring you, however it did sting that she felt as though she couldn’t express her feelings to you. You were aware that there was nothing you could do to show Natasha that Christmas could be fun as she’s already spent her entire life hating everything that went with it.

Once you eventually saw your girlfriend you tried to avoid the topic of Christmas as you didn’t want to spoil her mood but it seemed extremely challenging. “So I was thinking we could do dinner at your place tonight as Tony plans on making the Compound a Winter Wonderland.” The redhead said in disgust, “No!” You exclaimed, shocking the woman in front of you, “How about we go out to eat, my place is probably a bit boring for you. You know staring at the same four walls.” You rambled hoping she’d drop the topic of your apartment that was currently covered in Christmas decorations. “Why on earth would I want to go out and be surrounded by people I don’t know when I could be snuggling with my girlfriend in the privacy of her home?” She questioned finding it suspicious that you didn't want her in your apartment. “What are you hiding from me darling? There's something in your apartment that you don’t want me to see.” She continued. “Baby, it’s just that my place is very festive and I don’t want to upset you. I decorated before I knew you-” Before you could finish explaining the redhead had cut you off with a gentle kiss, “Darling I may not be particularly fond of this time of year but I won't stop you from celebrating. I know how much you enjoy Christmas and buying everyone presents so they feel special so when Christmas Day rolls around I’ll try to enjoy myself. Now let's get to that apartment of yours and you can introduce me to some of your favourite films.”

You spent the rest of the evening under the blankets with Natasha, showing her the most popular christmas films, her favourite turned out to be the Grinch. You both agreed that the Grinch did nothing wrong and that Whoville deserved to have their Christmas stolen after the way they treated the Grinch. “So have you enjoyed today?” You asked, hoping she’d be honest with you, “I’m surprised at how much fun the lead up to Christmas can be, I’ve enjoyed sitting here and doing nothing except from watching movies and drinking hot chocolate. I wanna do it properly this year. Would you be annoyed if I asked Clint for us to join him?” Your girlfriend rambled on making your heart flutter as you never expected her to be this open to the idea of celebrating a day that’s always made her sad.

Once she got off the phone with Clint and he agreed to have you both celebrate with the Barton family, you were ecstatic. “Nat, we need to get Clint and the family a present, you know him best, what would he want?” You rambled beyond excited about celebrating with the one you love.

Before you knew it Christmas Day was here, you woke Nat up at the crack of dawn barely able to contain your excitement. “It’s Christmas!” You shouted, causing the redhead to groan, “five more minutes.” She mumbled not matching your excitement. “I have coffee and presents.” You bribed. Once Nat had downed her coffee she finally joined you in having the Christmas spirit, “This is for you, it’s not very big but I hope you like it.” You said whilst handing your girlfriend a neatly wrapped present, anxious to see her reaction. “Baby, this is beautiful, thank you. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” The redhead pulled you in for a kiss, tears welling in her eyes at your thoughtful present. “How did you even get half of these?” She asked with a laugh. “I may have forced Tony to go through the CCTV of everywhere we’ve been. He wasn’t very willing but I think he knew just how important it was to me, I really wanted you to have an amazing first Christmas.” You explained happy that your memory book of your relationship with Natasha was appreciated. “Well, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I love you, now open my gift.” Nat said whilst handing you a small gift with a nervous smile on her face. As you opened the gift it was as though you fell more in love with the woman in front of you, she had gifted you a necklace that had her black widow symbol hanging from it. “I remember you saying you hate when I go away on missions so I thought you could have a piece of me with you at all times.” She said hoping you didn’t find it stupid. “Natasha Romanoff. I love you, thank you for making me the luckiest girl on the planet.”

Eventually yourself and Nat were done with your festivities and decided to make your way to the Barton household. “If it becomes too overwhelming for you, don’t hesitate to tell me and we can leave.” You told Natasha knowing that this could upset her. The door was thrown open by a young girl, “Auntie Nat, you came!” She exclaimed pulling the redhead into the house, “I see you’ve met Lila, she’s wanted Nat to come to Christmas for years so it’s safe to say she’s a bit excited.” Clint explained giving you a hug, “There’s no need to worry, she’s going to be just fine. We’re her family and she’ll understand that Christmas is wonderful when you spend it with the ones you love.” He continued smiling at the sight of his best friend unwrapping presents with his children.

Before you knew it Christmas was over, you were full of Turkey and unhealthy treats made by the kids. Nat and you decided it would be best to crash at Clint’s for the evening, “Thank you for today, you showed me that Christmas is worth celebrating.”

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myfavoriteficss · 3 years

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hiii do you know any nat x jealous!r fics? tya

Hi! So, I don't know too many of these because it’s usually the other way around. Sorry about that!

Natasha Romanoff - jealous!reader

Written by: @wandaromanova

Natasha x jealous!reader (18+)

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

It's you dumbass

(Since there aren't that many, I added some jealous!nat)

Natasha Romanoff - jealous!natasha

Written by: @gunpowder-and-smoke

the secrets we keep

Written by: @lilxberry

The Guilt Of A Lover

Written by: @lotsoffandomimagines

the girl next door

Written by: @peabrain112

Chaos

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

Can’t get over her

All mine

Written by: @sapphicshots

you’re jealous

Written by: @too-gay-for-marvel

do it already (18+)

Written by: @thewandaromanoff

Satisfaction (18+)

Written by: @wandaromanova

Only (18+)

Written by: @thewidowsghost

Oblivious

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yelenasgreenvest · 3 years

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Headcanon: Down time

Prompt:

Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

Person B: “….Experience?”

Originally posted on my old blog @yelenavestbelova

Being a shield agent and dating THE black widow, Natasha Romanoff, was fun at first.

Going on missions together

Being undercover and taking down bad guys

Great way to spend time with your girlfriend

“Partners in crime and bed” you would joke

To which she’d roll her eyes.

But you’d catch her smirk

She was a show off

And loved to tease you

Flirting with the enemy always riled you up

And you’d make her aware of it when you got her all by herself.

After a while, you two could read each other too well.

She could tell when you would push on an enemy

And you could tell when she was taking too much

She was the black widow but she was also human

Something you had to remind her of a lot

Patching up each other’s wounds

Kissing them better

On your down time, when there was down time, it could be hard to settle into a routine.

Going shopping together to get groceries instead of tailing an enemy was different.

You got bored easily

You loved being in the field

You loved the excitement and the action, and found yourself restless without it.

To which you found yourself in certain situations

Pranks.

It had to be pranks

What else gave you the same rush as a mission other than pranks

The plan, the action, the reaction. Priceless

Unfortunately, your only victim was Natasha.

And she was hard to fool

You’d tried everything from fooling her with a silly string can tied to the doorknob

A fake dead body

Bucket of water over the door

But she was immune

She’s too smart

Too cunning

Too god damn sexy when she came down the stairs with the empty bucket and her famous smirk

“You dropped something upstairs… might want to start mopping it up”

She was just too good.

But you’d been injured on your last mission

A scratch really

A flesh wound

“There’s a knife in your thigh. You’re not fine”

It was a small knife to be fair but still

Three weeks’ time off with physical therapy to get back into shape

You hated it

You could still fight and go on missions with a limp

A limp doesn’t affect your shooting

“Yes it does”

There was no point arguing with her about it

By the start of second week you were going insane and so you tried to think of the ultimate prank

No useless old prank

You wanted to scare her

Besides, she had a flesh wound and she still got to go on missions

“A bruise isn’t a flesh wound”

Ugh, anyway

You called up your good friend Mr. Tony Stark

He was the master of pranks

They don’t call him a genius for nothing, folks

You accepted Tony’s delivery and got to work setting it up.

You sent a quick text to him to make sure he was able to keep his part in order

A winky face and a peace sign

Classy Stark

Natasha was debriefing her next mission when Tony entered the room.

“Natasha, Code Red”

“What? We don’t use codes. What are you talking about Stark?”

“Somethings happened” his face was pale

She left and entered the hall with him to which he took a shaky breath.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

“…. Experience?”

She crossed her arms over her chest

“Y/n said they were getting bored on time off. So I thought I’d sent a surprise drone to help… cheer them up”

“And?”

“It wasn’t my drone. It got hacked or intercepted. I’ve got shield agents on the way but the rest of the big guys are gone.”

She was already walking away. Fear creeping in.

Why would Stark even help Y/n out… They weren’t even that close

She took her bike and broke every light on her way there.

She arrived to a shell of a home. Everything was in flames

Everything you had built together. All the memories. Now gone.

She collapsed to her knees. Where was everyone? Why was there no help?

Your hand touched her shoulder and she looked up.

Her hand whipped around and tackled you to the ground.

“This wasn’t funny”

“Did I get you?”

She smirked angrily. “Just clean this up”

And she walked into the house ignoring the drones and the illusions them casted.

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agentnatasharomanov · 5 years

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Y/N, scooping Liho up: You know what you and I have in common?

Liho: *Stares up at Y/N*

Y/N: We are both Natasha’s slut!

Liho, pawing at Y/N: *Meows in agreement*

[ for @lesbian-deadpool ]

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budzdorovanatasha · 4 years

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70 and 59( idk why 59 made me cackle)

59. “Did you really hide the thermometer?” 70. Crankie sickie. I’m glad it made you laugh :)

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“Leave me alone,” Natasha whined as you made your way into her room once again. You ignored her whine and swiftly brushed your hand against her forehead. She smacked it away quickly, but not before you’d felt an unnatural heat.

“Baby,” you spoke softly. She sent you a glare. You normally would have been scared, but the red nose, flushed cheeks, and chapped lips made her look soft. You sighed and went digging through her drawers in the bathroom.

“You won’t find it,” she hoarsely called to you. You came out of the bathroom with your arms crossed.

“Did you really hide the thermometer?” You asked incredulously. Natasha nodded, with a hint of a smirk on her face. It was replaced by a frown when she saw you smirking.

“Good thing I know you, and had a backup.” You went over to one of her drawers and dug through it, finally pulling out the backup thermometer. Nat groaned and sunk even deeper back into her pillows.

“Don’t you dare come near me with that.”

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cushionydeer4 · 4 years

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Could you do a Black Widow x shy! Male reader

Sorry if this sucks 😘

“SO YOUR TELLING ME...” Tony is screeching at Bruce because he just learned what happens to him after the battle of ultron

You roll your eyes slightly at the screeching of your dramatic friend wanting to sink down further in your seat because more people were staring than before. Apparently you can’t take the avengers anywhere without anyone making a scene and drawing attention to themselves.

“I’m sorry babe,” Natasha whispers in your ear because she knows that your shy and everybody is starring.

“It’s ok” you reply. There’s nothing you can do about the people starring and you wouldn’t trade Tony for the world, but you really wish that sometimes he remembered his inside voice.

But somehow you managed to power through your dinner, though you were only able to eat about half, saving the rest for later on in the night when your nerves calmed themselves enough for you to eat.

Walking out of the restaurant, one hand holding Natasha’s the other is holding the bag of left overs, you are stopped by a young teen.

“Can I have your autographs please, your my favorite supperheros!” A fourteen year old breathes out.

You shyly look down at your feet, kicking them slightly. Your skin becoming hotter as you laugh nervously. You weren’t good at talking to people.

“Well of course you can sweetheart!” Smiles Natasha taking the pen and paper scribbling down her signature, she then passes the objects to you.

By now you are completely nervous and you fumble taking the pen and paper so much that you accidentally dropped the girls pen

“Ahh I’m so sorry honey, I’m not good at this meet fans thing” you apologize as you squat down picking up the pen and scribble down your signature under your girlfriends.

“It’s ok,” reassures you as she thanks you for the signatures. She tells you that it was her boyfriend who wanted to have yours and Nats autographs, he was just to shy and nervous to come up and ask. She gestures to her boyfriend who is leaning up against the outside of the build with a deep blush on his cheeks.

You gave the boy a small smile and a tiny wave. He waves back at you slowly.

Natasha and you bind the fan goodbye as you get into the back of the escort van.

“Look at you butterfingers” Natasha teases as the leftover over box dropped out of your sweaty palms onto the floor. Luckily nothing spilled.

“Hey” you say in mock hurt as you lean down and pick up the box. “My palms were sweaty.” “I know you looked like you were shaking back there” she laughs “I’m just shy, I wasn’t-“ Natasha cuts you off with a quick pec on your lips “ I know, and I love you like that”

#tony stark #natasha x reader #nastasha romanoff #black widow #black widow imagine #black widow x reader

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little-big-fan · 4 years

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Natasha Romanoff Imagine

N/a: Amores como ainda estou arrumando o outro tumblr vou postar um imagine antigo, mas não se preocupem ja fiz um cronograma para maio com pedidos que irei postar. Esse imagine eu escrevi uns tempos atrás no meu antigo tumblr da Marvel.

– Sam você tem que me contar de quem ela gosta por favor.

– Não, eu jurei que não falaria nada Nat, se você quer saber pergunte para ela.

– Eu já perguntei, ela falou que não iria me contar.

– Então sinto muito Nat, se S/n não quer te contar não serei eu que vou falar de quem ela gosta.

– Natasha eu já te falei que não irei contar de quem eu gosto, e para de perturbar os outros com isso que ninguém irá te contar. A única pessoa contaria seria o Clint, mas não perca seu tempo por que eu não contei para ele. – S/n falou entrando na cozinha.

Natasha estava apaixonada por S/n, mas se recusava a falar até descobrir de quem a garota gostava. Tinha até importunado quase todos para saber quem era a tal pessoa. Mas Natasha é determinada e não vai desistir tão cedo, ela iria descobrir de um jeito ou de outro. A ruiva saiu da cozinha deixando S/n e Sam sozinhos.

– Wilson é melhor você não contar nada para Natasha, seu corpo nunca será encontro.

– Pode ficar tranquila S/n, eu não vou contar nada. Mas você deveria contar para ela o que você sente.

– Sam eu não vou contar, Natasha só está sendo intrometida e todo mundo sabe que ela é louca pelo Banner.

– Você quem sabe S/n, mas se eu fosse você contaria.

Sam saiu da cozinha deixando a garota sozinha, pensando se deveria ou não contar para Natasha. Ou não afinal a ruiva tende a ser completamente intrometida. Enquanto isso um Clint muito fofoqueiro entrava no quarto da Natasha complementarmente afobado.

– O que foi Clint? Alguém morreu? – Natasha perguntou para o amigo que tinha acabado de entrar em seu quarto.

– Ninguém, mas eu descobri de quem S/n gosta. Eu aí entrar na cozinha, quando escutei ela falando com Sam, Nat é de você que ela gosta.

– Você tem certeza Clint?

– Claro, e acho que você deveria falar com ela, aproveita que vão estar só vocês duas hoje de noite.

– Eu juro se você estiver mentido eu te mato Clint.

– Não estou, não sou louco.

Natasha ficou o resto do dia pensando no que fazer ou falar para S/n sem estragar tudo. A ruiva decidiu separar alguns filmes e chamar S/n para assistir com ela. Óbvio que Natasha escolheu alguns de terror, pois sabia que S/n morria de medo. Assim que a ruiva já estava com os filmes foi até o quarto de S/n.

– Me diz por que eu deixei você colocar exorcista?

– Porque você me ama e não resiste a minha carinha de gato de botas.

– Claro, você anda muito convencida.

– Claro que não.

– Que droga Nat, eu vou ficar sonhando com essa menininha por semanas.

– Esse Filme nem assusta S/n.

– Só se for para você né.

– Tem alguma coisa na minha cara no meu cabelo? Você não para de me olhar.

– Não, está tudo perfeito, você está bonita hoje.

– Aham sei. Eu estou sem maquiagem e de pijama.

– Você fica linda assim, eu prefiro você sem maquiagem.

– Se você diz, quem sou eu para discordar de você.

Natasha ficou encarando por mais alguns minutos S/n até que a ruiva falou seria.

– Me beije.

– Oi? – perguntou a garota confusa.

– É, me beije.

S/n não respondeu nada apenas colocou as mãos no rosto da Natasha, e a beijou.

– Acho que agora você pode falar de quem você gosta não acha.

– Eu gosto de você, mas obviamente você já sabe não.

– Sei sim, Clint escutou você falando com Sam hoje cedo e me contou.

– Eu só não vou ficar brava com ele porque você falou para eu te beijar, caso contrário ele seria um homem morto

#juu #imagine #nastasha romanoff #marvel

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blkmxrvel · 5 years

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Two More Days!

There are just too more days to request literally ANY valentines day prompt from me!

I dont have that much and that's fine but the window is almost closed for requests in general for a while.

I hope you guys request! The orginal post is here.

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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✨natasha romanoff✨ blurb request

Imagine Natasha meeting Doctor!r for the first time and she’s got the hots for the hot doctor.They check her heart rate and exposes Nat that it’s faster than average and Nat being a mess

warnings; mention of injury

getting a chance to work in the avenger compound had been nothing short of other worldly. literally. in just a few days you had checked on x-rays for a norse god and talking raccoon.

however your favorite interactions had been those with a certain spy.

natasha romanoff aka the black widow was known for her composure. always cool as a cucumber, wearing a smirk and ready to flash her green eyes.

but once she saw you she was a goner. the way your hips swayed in your scrubs and how you sweetly smiled at her whenever she happened to walk past you in the compound.

so far you had treated her for a sprained wrist, out of place shoulder, you name it, she had it. you began to get worried for her wellbeing. why was an avenger especially one so highly trained coming into the nurses office so often. you felt like a school nurse having to bench students for fighting on the playground.

the day that gave her away was when she was carried in being in and out of conscious. usually the accidents were able to be patched up but this had you pull out all the stops.

your assistants hooked her up to the machines as you gave out orders for fluids and tests that needed to be taken.

no more than a few hours later everything was under control and all that was left was for her to wake up. you stayed in the little patient room going over her chart and checking her vitals just to make sure things were going smoothly.

when natasha woke up the first thing she saw was you bent over her frame pressing a stethoscope lightly on her chest. immediately the sound of her heart rate sky rocketing caused you to look up.

"natty welcome back!" you said excitedly.

"good uh to see you too doc," she responded with a raspy throat.

quickly you walked over to the sink reaching up to the cupboard to grab a styrofoam cup to get her some water. all the while the beeping kept on increasing.

"you know natasha for a super trained spy you're a little dumb. if you wanted to keep seeing me you could've just asked me out. i would've said yes y'know," you said passing her the cup.

"i have no idea what you're talking about," she said into her cup.

"oh yeah then why did tony tell me the only reason your dumbass got hurt was because you got a little distracted when clint mentioned me?" you said quirking an eyebrow.

nastasha let out a groan and curses both at the pain and at tony's big mouth.

all you could do was giggle and pull out your card, leaving it on her bedside table, "next time just call me. but only after you've been discharged. doctors orders."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Everything coming out this week;

dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Knock Kotenok

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary; perhaps you should have knocked...

Petal

Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary; this was the excerpt that I posted

The Sheriff and the Murderer

Part Six

Lee Bodecker x reader

Summary; lee revels in the affects of his mistake, guilty with the knowledge that he once, in his younger years, would have never treated you in such a way. He has broken that trust, and he is urgent to get it back, though, he has yet to make amends

Objection your honour

Judge!Chris Evans x da!reader

Summary; competing against someone that you majored alongside in college has you willing to do anything to win your case, and the judge seems to not mind the lengths that you are willing to go to

Bruin

Jaskier x reader

Request; Could I request a Jaskier x female reader where the reader is a princess who during daylight, is condemned to be a bear, after being cursed by an evil sorcerer At night she become a human again. Which the curse can only be broken by a man (who would be Jaskier) who pledges his heart solely to the reader (something like true love’s kiss). Please and thank you!!!

Hugs and more

College!bucky barnes x reader

Summary; Bucky comes home from college, to find that his girl has broken into his apartment.

A hell of an offer

sexworker!nastasha romanoff x sexworker!reader x sexworker!sharon carter

Summary; working in an established business, despite it being one that is often looked down on by betrayed wives and disapproving mothers, the career choice provides many opportunities. And opportunities compensate money - a lot of it

Perception is key

avengers x teenage!reader

Summary; part two to hell on Earth

Collision Course

Damon Salvatore x reader

Request; Hi 😊 would you do a Damon Salvatore imagine where you’re dating but one time after a fight you get in a car accident and get hurt badly. Damon feels this and searches for you, just to find you in time to save your life. He then stays with you, taking care of your wounds until you wake up again. Then he apologizes and promises to protect you and never get you hurt again ? Just some really cute fluff with this cutie. Thank you dear ☺️

Natasha Romanoff x stark!reader

Summary; tony’s new assistant ‘natalie rushman’ catches your eye. you ask her to help you train and we’ll... it leads to some rather compromising positions

Agatha all along

Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary; as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around

#weekly schedule #fic planning #fic preview

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myfavoriteficss · 3 years

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do you know a fic where reader meets natasha at the red room because natasha is helping train her generation and reader has to kill her best friend and natasha sees that reader still has a soul and meets her under the stairs and eventually becomes sort of like her mentor but then reader gets captured by hydra and after a while the avengers find her and nat takes her home?

I do not remember reading this one. I am so sorry! Hopefully someone else can help you out!

#inbox response #natasha x reader #nastasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #dom tries to help #greeneyesatme

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bxchanansbarnes · 7 years

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Accidents Happen *** Part 3/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader, Clint x Natasha

Warnings: language, emotional reader,

Word Count: 1357

A/N: This was supposed to be out Friday night. I’m so sorry! This is quite wordy and nothing close to a drabble. But this is a little of a calm piece but I swear the next part is going to be the climax. We just have to build up to it!

Series Masterlist - Part 2 - Part 4

You had just left your class when your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You reached for the phone. As you looked at the screen, you felt your stomach fall as if you were on a roller coaster about to speed down a steep hill.

‘Hey. Can we talk? – Bucky’

You opened the message, heart racing as you typed out a reply.

‘Hey. Yeah. I just got out of class. Is everything okay? – (Y/N)’

Your thumb hovered just above ‘send’, hesitant on whether or not you should send the message or just put your phone away. You shook you head, heart pounding out of your chest as events from last night came flooding back to you as if you were directly in the moment for a second time. After what felt like an eternity of debating, you pressed your thumb against the blue icon and watched as it immediately said ‘read’.

‘Yeah, don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. – Bucky’

‘At least I think. – Bucky’

You pressed your lips into a fine line as you thought about every possible way this would go downhill. It couldn’t possibly go well, could it?

‘Alright. Well, I’m on my way to Nat’s apartment right now. I don’t know if you wanna talk before that. I should have a while until she gets out of class. – (Y/N)‘

You walked down the sidewalk as you waited for a reply. Nothing came. After about five minutes of walking in the direction of Nat’s, you finally put your phone in your pocket, giving up on a reply. You sighed as you continued on your way. He must have gotten busy or something came up.

See there was a problem here. You wanted so desperately for Bucky to remember what he had said. You wanted to understand. But, you couldn’t help but want to forget the events that took place, put them behind. You couldn’t help but find an easiest way to turn the situation around and say that he didn’t mean the things he said. It simply seemed to be less painful. That’s a lie No, it doesn’t. You couldn’t help but scoff at yourself.

“(Y/N)!” You spun on your heel, your eyes falling on a certain brunette. Heart racing and breath hitched in your throat, you smiled. “Hey, Bucky.”

Bucky jogged up to you, a hand tangled in his now messy hair. He stared down at you, his lips parting but the words seeming to have a hard time forming themselves. Bucky sighed as he scrubbed his hands over his face. You couldn’t help but get lose it the way his fingers ran over the slight stubble that blanketed his chin. “(Y/N), please.” Bucky looked into your eyes, “What did I say? And don’t tell me that it’s nothing when clearly it was!”

Your heart pound, claiming it was defeated, guilty, and sure as hell, nervous. You took a few steps closer to him, “Buck… I promise. It wasn’t anything bad. I think. I mean maybe it was, considering you weren’t aware that you had let it slip out.”

Bucky was watching you carefully, “Doll I-“

“Hey, sorry class went a little over.” You yelped as Nat appeared next to you, clutching a hand over your heart. Nat laughed as you glared at her, “Don’t do that to me, ever.”

Nat smiled, turning to the brown-haired man. “Hi, Bucky.” Bucky smiled quickly, “Hey.” You looked over to him. His hands were in his pockets, as he looked anywhere but at the two of you.

“Well, I only have about an hour to study. Clint wants to grab something to eat before his class, so. We should go.” Natasha looped her arm through yours. You nodded, before you turned your attention to your best friend.

“We’ll talk later. I promise.” You flashed him a soft smile as Nat tugged on your arm, pulling you in the direction of her apartment.

Bucky mirrored you smile, not aware that the corners of his lips had lifted. With a small nod being sent your way, Bucky whispered, “Yeah.”

You tossed your bag on the floor as you allowed your body collapse into the cushions of the sofa in the living room of Nat’s apartment. Pulling a pillow to your face, you screamed. Nat shot you a lopsided grin as she sat down to your right.

“Alright, spill. The tension between you and Barnes was exceptionally high today.” She laughed, pulling the pillow away from you only to have you clutch it tighter against your chest. It was as if the pillow was your shield to the world. You needed it in order to protect yourself.

You rolled your eyes as you hugged the pillow, burying your face into the decorative cushion, “Bucky came over last night from some party and he wasn’t all that drunk, but he was defiantly not aware of where his mind was.”

Nat nodded with a devious smirk playing at her red lips, “Did something happen?” Your shoulders fell, “Oh my… Nat!” Natasha’s hands flew up in surrender, “What?”

Pointing a finger at her, you stood up from the couch your hands waving in the air, “I know exactly what is going on in that dirty like mind of yours.” Your friend smirked, “So did you fuck Barnes? You never answered that.”

You threw the pillow at her head, “Nat! We didn’t do anything.” Nat smiled, “Okay, I’m sorry. He was clearly upset when I saw him.” You ran a hand through your hair, gently tugging as you tried to find the words you were looking for. “He said that he had to tell me a secret. But, he also said, and I quote, ‘Don’t tell (Y/N)’.”

Nat bit down on her bottom lip, “He doesn’t remember what he said or that he even said it to you?” You nodded a sigh falling from your lips as you sat down next to her. You slowly shook your head, as you leaned back into the comfort of the sofa, “I want him to remember, but at the same time I’m afraid that I would lose him if he knew.”

Nat turned her body to face you, “What do you…” Nat smiled widely. “What?” you furrowed your eyebrows. If possible, her smile grew. “You love him, don’t you? You’re in love with Bucky!”

You groaned, dropping you face into the palms of your hands, “Oh my God! Nat, what the hell am I going to do?”

“Tell him. That’s the best thing to do.” Nat started, taking your hand and giving it a slight squeeze. “He’s your best friend, (Y/N). I’m sure everything will be okay. Who knows, maybe it’ll even turn out better than okay.”

You smiled as you felt the that had already formed in your eyes roll down you flushed cheeks. “Thanks, Nat.” You sniffled as you hugged her.

Your hug was interrupted by the front door opening to reveal Clint. Wiping the tears from your eyes you muttered out a ‘hey’ before he sent you a smile. “Hey. What happened?” Clint was a good friend, just like Natasha. They both knew how to cheer you up. They were truly perfect for each other. “Just dumb girl stuff.” You chuckled, shrugging.

“I thought you didn’t get out of class for a while still?” Nat smiled, as she rubbed your back. Clint sat down next to her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Let us go early. I’m not complaining though.” Clint winked at Natasha, making a small laugh fall from you lips. “You’re lovesick, Barton.”

Clint slicked his tongue, snapping his fingers at you.

You stood up from where you were sitting, “I’m gonna go. You two have fun.” “(Y/N)?” Nat called out to you as you opened the door, “Tell him. If you don’t, you might regret it.”

With a smile, you walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind you. You pulled your phone from your pocket, opening your messages with a shaky breath.

‘Hey. Just left Nat’s. Where are you at? – (Y/N)’

‘Apartment. Why? You okay? – Bucky’

“Yeah. I’m on my way there. I need to talk to you. – (Y/N)’

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peachyteabuck · 6 years

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chef’s knives, part ii

summary: you’re finally used to your job at the avenger’s personal chef. the next thing to tackle is your pesky crush on one james Buchanan barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 1722

trigger warnings: same as before. this time with a date tho!!

notes/other: idk how this is like just over half the word count as part 1 but I promise it’s still good

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READ PART I HERE

Back in the kitchen, you and Natasha turned back to your previous conversation.

It’s insane. Bucky seems to like your food, always leaving notes on your stack of cookbooks in the kitchen on what he wants to eat.

But for some reason, he never wants to spend time with you.

Natasha, Sam, and Steve are the only ones who ever come grocery shopping with you for ingredients, even though you offer to take Bucky every week.

It had begun to take a toll on you, emotionally. Were you not good enough for him? Why doesn’t he like you? Is he just taking pity on you when he eats the food you make him? Does he secretly hate you? Is he trying to convince Tony to fire you?

Nastasha sees it all; both sides of the pining. It’s disgusting, really disgusting.

She sees Bucky’s longful stare. They way he cleans dishes after you’re done cooking. Sometimes asks to help you prep meals.

She also sees the way you always feed him first (with the exception of that pizza a few months ago) and ask him how it is with hungry eyes. You always make what he requests, it doesn’t matter what it is or when he asks for it.

Correction: it’s absolutely and totally disgusting

She had found you, just about to start the brownies.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, trying to remain sweet in her interruption. Don’t get her wrong, she really wants to have a heart-to-heart friend-to-friend girl-to-girl conversation with you, but she also wants some of your amazing brownies. Priorities.

You hummed in lieu of an actual response.

“You need to talk to Bucky. He’s dying, honey. Absolutely dying.”

You stand up and shrug, trying to remain coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Of course you know! You know he’s practically in love with you and it’s killing him because he thinks you don’t like him back!”

You had tried to remain calm at the revelation, attempting to squander the middle schoolgirl in you.

No, you told yourself. You can’t go chasing men. Remember what you told you told yourself when you got accepted into culinary school. Education, then career. Nothing else.

Natasha had sighed deeply. “C’mon. He’s been crying to Steve since you first got here. America’s sweetheart just got fed up with it and told me to talk to you.”

You were starting to get frustrated. “Well, tell Steve to tell Bucky that if he really likes me, he can speak to me himself and ask me on a date like a real man. I’m not twelve anymore, Natasha, I refuse to be dragged around some kind of fangirl.”

You thought that would make her leave you alone, but no. She stuck near you like glue until you fed her baked goods.

Then Bucky had come down, and she gave you a look. Not a regular look, a look. You both knew what it meant, but neither said anything out loud.

It was frustrating! You just wanted him to ask you out.

Was he intimidated by you? Wanting you to make the first move? God, you hate men.

After the debrief ends and you feed them lunch, you’re sitting on your bed, reading.

A soft knock on the door almost gets drowned out by the climax of your book’s plot, but luckily you catch it.

“Come in!” You call, not wanting to get up from your cozy spot. You’ve changed into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Perfect for disconnecting from the rest of the crazy outside world via novel.

You’re a little taken aback when Bucky opens the door, looking as tired as you.

He steps right into the doorway and you immediately stand up to meet him.

“Hey, you say. It’s soft, breathless. Like you just ran a marathon. “What’s up?”

Bucky looks like he’s about to speak, but he closes his mouth before words can escape.

When he open sit again, all he can get out is “Do you wanna….” before he sighs. He just can never seem to find the right words with you.

You bite your lip, begging him to say something.

He clears his throat and starts again.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” His accent seeps through, making the words thick and sweet like syrup.

“Yes, of course,” you say, still breathless.

Bucky wasn’t counting on you saying yes. He expected you to turn him down, and he had a whole game plan for that. Sulk back to his room and eat something made of chocolate...which you made.

Wow, for someone who plans dangerous missions for a living, he’s very bad at this.

“How about tonight, seven pm. Meet me up at the roof?”

You nod. “Yeah, sounds perfect.”

The second Bucky’s out the door, you text in your “Women who deal with too much bullshit” groupchat.

Wanda texts back first.

OMG I’LL BE AT YOUR ROOM IN LIKE FIVE MINUTES

Maria texts second.

Have you decided what ur gonna wear??

Natasha is last, about five minutes later.

I’m bringing you red wine while we outfit plan!!!

For an assassin, Natasha Romanoff really likes giving dating advice.

When they’re finally all together, you commence the mini-mental breakdown you’d been saving for when they all were laying on your bed while you pace around...surrounded by various items of clothing.

“What do I wear? It’s gonna be cold, but I don’t wanna seem like I don’t care, you know? God, what if he thinks I’m trying too hard!”

They all roll their eyes in unison. It’s almost comical. Almost.

“God,” Maria says. “Do you know how much shit I’ve heard about you while Bucky thinks he’s just talking to Steve over comms? I can tell you for a fact that if you were into pet play, he’d be down.”

You and Wanda both cringe, but Natasha perks up.

“Really? That’s far…Wait how does he know what pet play is?” she shakes her head and turns to you. “He really likes you. You’ll be fine!”

You groan. “Knowing Bucky is sexually adventurous is very valuable information. Thank you, Hill,”

She tilts her glass to you as if you say “I gotchu, bud” while you take a deep breath.

“But I still have no idea what to wear!”

Wanda scoffs. “It’s not gonna be windy, just a little chilly. Wear those tall suede chunky heels and that cute pink dress with the deep neckline and the shoulders exposed.”

You crinkle your nose. “But won’t I be cold?”

“Yes,” Wanda says. “But then he’ll give you his jacket.”

“Ahhh” you, Natasha, and Maria all say in unison.

“You’re a genius!” you cry.

“I know,” she replies knowingly.

When 6:55 rolls around, you shoo them off of you.

Your hair and makeup looks flawless, but not too flawless. Like a casual flawless. A flawless that doesn’t try too hard. A flawless that comes naturally. One could say you woke up like this.

You make your way up to the roof, and you almost melt.

It’s a scene out of a 4.5 star romcom: little fairy lights make your pathway to a picnic with your favorite foods. It’s...breathtaking. You barely have time to take it all in before Bucky comes up behind you, encircling his flesh arm around his waist while the metal one holds a bottle of red wine in front of you.

It’s the good stuff, too. The nice stuff. The “I really like you so I’m going to get you tipsy” stuff. The “I stole this from Stark please don’t tell on me I just really like you” stuff.

You gasp and take it in your hands while Bucky guides you to the spot where your food lays.

Once you two sit down and you have a chance to admire the effort he put into the date, you lock eyes.

He seems nervous.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

You take another look around and run your fingers over the soft blanket. “Oh God, how could I not...it looks so pretty out here…”

“Good,” he says, opening the wine. “Don’t want to mess up our first date.”

You smile even wider as he pours you some wine and hands the glass to you.

You hold the glass up. “What should be toast to?’

Bucky places his finger on his chin and taps, mockingly thinking. “How about good health?”

You laugh lightly. “That’s so cliche! What about we toast for each other?”

Bucky smiles. “Sounds good.”

After you toast, the cold night air makes you shiver a little. Bucky immediately places his thick flannel over you, and you make a note to thank Wanda for her good service. Not only did you just get your crush to give up his jacket, but now you also get to see him in a beautiful black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

You two talk the night away. You talk about being in food service, he talks about being an Avenger. You share equally hilarious stories about your jobs, even if Bucky’s seem a little more...dangerous.

It’s hours later when you find yourself falling asleep on Bucky’s chest, his arm draped protectively over you.

He’s still asleep, snoring softly, when you wake up. You wiggle your way so that your face is right next to him and just watch him. He’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You peck him on the cheek before snuggling back into his warm chest to fall asleep again.

In the dark, you don’t see Steve slip Natasha twenty dollars in various types of bills.

“I told you they’d fall asleep on each other,” Natasha chides, counting her bounty.

Steve sighs. “I know, I should have expected this. Now I’m down twenty bucks and I owe Sam another ten for Bucky actually cooking food.”

Natasha tsks. “He can be a real sap when he wants to be. For someone who’s known him since forever, you’re really bad at predicting his future behavior.”

“It’s the love,” Steve says. “Ma says it always changes a man when he’s in love.”

Natasha watches you two cuddles for another moment before responding. “Yeah, especially when that man knows he’s about to get some goodass food out of it.

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