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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 11 months

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Asleep In Your Arms

WARNINGS: Natasha Romanoff has a dick, fluff, sleepy smut, slight groping, stomach bulges, breeding kink, soft sex, established relationship/marriage, they have a son

WORDS: 1.08k

PAIRING: beefy!Natasha x f!reader

A/N: omg i haven't posted a fic in sooooo long 😭

An infant's giggle awakens Natasha, your wife, from her deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles as she sat up on the bed, watching you in awe as you play with the baby in your lap beside her. “aww my little baby boy, oh, you're so cute! Yes, you are!” you baby-talked the little boy as he laughs, his stubby little hands grabbing at your face as you nuzzle your nose into his chubby cheek. “Detka..? God, what time is it?” you turn your attention to Natasha as you greet her with a soft, loving smile. “It's a little past 9 pm, darling.” she raised her brow at your words, “and you didn't think to wake me up?” you pressed a light kiss to her cheek. “You just looked so peaceful sleeping. Plus, you came back from a week long mission.”

“Babe, he's uh– Alex's biting your hair, krasivaya.” you look down to see the baby nibbling on your hair strands, your hands immediately untangling his gummy mouth from your hair. “What did mommy say about biting her hair?” you sternly asked Alex, as if he was able to understand you. “mm’o–” Natasha's eyes slightly widened at the baby's almost-spoken word, “Tasha did he just?” she frowned. “No, Alex, don't say mommy, say mama.” you nudged her side, “right, and who had to go through 9 months of pregnancy and 13 hours of labor. Because someone wanted a baby and got me knocked up.” she scoffed. “Excuse me, but you're the one who agreed—” she stopped herself, fully realizing that she had lost the argument.

“That's what I thought.” she huffed before snuggling up to your side once more, “we should make another one.” she mumbled against your waist. “...What?” she sighed as she held onto you tighter, “nothing.” you were about to respond when you felt the boy in your arms muscles relax and soft breathing heard from his direction. “Honey, is he asleep?” you whispered to the redhead, only to be answered with silence. You peeked down at her sleeping soundly, her arms wrapped around your torso. “Nat.. let go. I need to take Alex to his crib.” she muttered incoherent words as she turned to the side. You slowly got up from the bed and went to the nursery, setting down the infant with gentle hands.

Your heart ached with how cute your son looked sleeping, his chubby little face squished to the side of the soft mattress. You heard a quiet flick noise as the light of the hallway outside of the room turned on. “Natasha?” you called out and closed the nursery door behind you, peering out into the hallway. “My love, what are you doing out of bed..?” you pulled her back into the bedroom, “go back to sleep, Natty.” she looked down at you with groggy eyes. “Natasha..” you softly spoke, your hands moving to cup her face. She slid her hands down to your hips and pushed you flat on the bed. “Darling don't you think it's a bit late— oh!” she lifted up your legs and placed them on both sides of her waist.

Your eyes darted to the outline of her bulge prodding through her boxers, “you really want this, don't you, Tash?” she groaned as your smaller hand went to squeeze her clothed length. “Go on then, use me.” with your words something snapped in her, and she adamantly slipped your panties off and tossed them somewhere in the dark of the room. “’m gonna fuck you so good, baby..” she whispered, her voice raspy considering she just woke up. “Yeah? Prove it to me.” she peppered kisses trailing up your inner thigh, stopping at your wet cunt. She discarded her boxers, your gaze fixated on her girthy, long length springing free.

“Oh, fuck me.” you breathed out, she smirked as she aligned her bulbous tip with your entrance. “I'm planning on it, sweetheart.” you exhaled shakily as she inserted a few inches into your pussy. “Is– is it just me or did those missions make you more..” you admired her bite-able, muscular arms and shoulders with a lustful glint in your eyes. “More what?” you laughed silently, “oh.. nothing.” she slammed her entire cock inside your hole. “Oh God!” you moaned as she slid in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. “..Faster. Fuck me faster!” she sped up her thrusts with a harsh grip on your hips.

“Ah– mmngh you're so big..” you whined, already cock drunk over just a few movements. “You're so fuckin’ beautiful, Krasivaya.” her voice was strained, finding it unbearable to not release inside of you, your walls fluttering down on the sides of her dick didn't help either. “I- I can't t..” your words were breathless as you talked, you dug your nails deep inside Natasha's beefy shoulders as you felt her tip rubbing against your cervix. “Darling I'm.. I–” your skin felt as if it was set ablaze, heated and sweaty. “I need to– please let me cum!” you shouted as her relentless movements never stopped. You didn't want it to ever stop.

“Come on, make a mess all over my dick, baby.” she moaned loudly as she felt your walls clench around her girth. “Fuck! Nat– Nat.. Tasha- Natasha fuck!” You cried out in euphoria as you came crashing down all over her cock. “You did so good.. fuck. You're so pretty. My pretty girl.” she murmured hushed praises as she slammed back into your cunt. “mm..” you were too fucked out and tired to respond, just allowing your wife to have her way with you. “Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum.” she whined as she saw a visible bulge poking through your stomach, only driving her off the edge quicker. “Fucking hell..” her eyes screwed shut as she felt her reaching her peak.

“Gonna fill you up.. f-fuck– make you a mommy again. Hm?” you nodded feverishly, “y-yes! Cum inside me, Natty!” you softly moaned as she came deep inside you, keeping her position still without pulling out. “mmh..” she panted as her head rested on your chest, your hand lazily ran tender strokes through her red hair. “You tired big guy?” you felt a faint heartbeat and soft breathing against your chest. “What's with Romanoff's and sleeping..?” you yawned as her hold on your body grew tighter. “Goodnight, darling..” you pressed a light kiss on the top of her hair as you, too, fell asleep shortly after.

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goldenempyrean · 10 months

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"Bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?” and possibly "Blow your nose, I can’t understand what you’re trying to say.” with Nat getting miserably sick and cuddly after a mission?

Post-Mission Care

〚 Notes- I have cramp rn and should probably be sleeping it off but I forgot to post this yesterday so here you go :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When an exhausted Natasha needs some care after a mission you’re more than happy to oblige. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1400 〛

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Natasha rubbed sleepily at her eyes as she tried to focus on the pages of the book in front of her. She’d re-read the same page 3 times now and she was still no closer to understanding, to tell the truth nothing was really was really going in at all.

The mission had taken a toll on her. It had been a gruelling week, filled with intense physical exertion, long hours of surveillance, and constant tension. Natasha had pushed herself to her limits, as she always did, but this time it seemed she had pushed a little too far.

She had ignored the warning signs - fatigue settling in, her body feeling heavy, a persistent cough that lingered in the back of her throat. She had dismissed them all as mere inconveniences, insignificant compared to the mission's success. But now, those symptoms had amplified, leaving her feeling utterly miserable.

All she wanted was you. So with an exhausted sigh, the redhead dragged herself from her huddle blanket huddle on the to shuffle over to her landline. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, her fingers trembling slightly. With a mix of frustration and resignation, she dialled your number, hoping against hope that you would answer.

“Hey love.” The sound of your soft voice came down the phone bringing thick wave of relief

washing over Natasha.

“H-hey,” Nat croaked out, surprising herself with the broken state of her voice, she tried to clear her voice but ultimately ended up setting off into a flurry of coughs before continuing, “Can you come over please? I- I just wanna see you right now.”

Concern began to bubble up in your gut. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “Of course baby, I’ll be right there. Are you alright though ‘Tasha? You sound awful.”

Natasha let out a weak chuckle, the sound muffled by another round of coughs. "I think... I caught a cold," she managed to say between coughs. "Just feeling... really rough."

Her voice was strained and hoarse, and she couldn't help but feel frustrated by her own vulnerability. She was used to being strong and capable, always pushing through any obstacles in her way. But now, she was reduced to a sniffling, coughing mess.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," you reassured her, the worry evident in your tone. "Is there anything you need? Soup? Medicine?"

Natasha let out a raspy sigh, her throat aching. "Some soup would be great. And maybe... some tea with honey? And if you could pick up some cold medicine on your way, that would be a lifesaver." The normally composed and stoic Natasha Romanoff sounded small and vulnerable, and it tore at your heart.

You promised to gather everything she needed and quickly went about doing so and within 20 minutes you we’re waiting at her door with a backpack full of supplies.

Natasha mustered up the last of her energy to open the door, revealing her disheveled appearance. Her usually sleek hair was now messy and damp with sweat, clinging to her forehead. Her face was pale, accentuating the dark circles under her eyes, and she was wrapped in a thick blanket, shivering despite the warmth of her apartment.

As you entered, concern etched across your face, Natasha weakly smiled at you, attempting to hide just how awful she felt. "Thanks for coming," she whispered, her voice barely audible before she breath wavered off into a hitch, “Hih! -Hhup’tshiew! HhHh’tshhiu!”

"Goodness bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?” Your voice wasn’t able to mask your shock, it hurt a little to see your girlfriend so utterly miserable.

“I told you I wasn’t feeling very well.” She sniffled, rubbing at her red nose.

“Aw, I’m sorry darling. Come on, let’s get you laying back down.” You ushered her back down to the sofa where she sank back down into the comfort of the cushions, “Let’s have a look at my bag of goodies, shall we?”

A small smile spread across your lips at how Natasha seemed to perk up a little as you set your backpack in the space between the pair of you.

The first thing you pulled out were some packets of cold medicine - which she took as soon as you’d handed it to her - followed by two fresh boxes of tissues. Then you carefully pulled out a styrofoam container, to which the comforting smell of soup emanated from. Nat accepted it gratefully, taking off the lid to take a slow sip of the steamy chicken broth.

“This is really good.” She commented happily before taking another sip, “Thank you.”

You watched as Natasha savoured the warm soup, her expression softening with each spoonful. It seemed to bring her some comfort. All you wanted to do everything you could to make her feel better, but her congested voice made it difficult to understand her when she tried to speak.

"Here, blow your nose," you gently suggested, trying to hide the concern in your voice as you opened the tissue box for her, "I can't understand what you're trying to say."

Natasha nodded, setting the half-empty soup container aside and reaching for the box. She blew her nose carefully, the sound muffled by the tissue. When she was finished, she looked at you with watery eyes and attempted to speak again.

"I said, thanks for taking care of me." she managed to say, her voice still congested but slightly clearer. She coughed weakly before continuing, "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. It means a lot."

“You don’t need to thank me ‘Tasha.” You smiled, moving the bag out the way to let her lean against you, “I just wanna get you feeling better. Do you wanna save some of that soup for later and I’ll make you some tea? I brought that extra-sweet honey you like.”

Natasha nodded gratefully, allowing herself to lean against you for support. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice still strained but with a hint of warmth. "I could definitely use some tea to soothe my throat. And the honey... you always know how to make it just right."

You gently placed a hand on her forehead, checking her temperature. "You're still running a bit of a fever but the meds should keep bringing that down,” you observed softly. "Let's get you settled with some tea  then and I'll make sure you're all cosy and comfy.”

With gentle care, you helped Natasha settle into a more comfortable position on the sofa, propping up pillows behind her back and tucking a soft blanket around her. While you prepared the tea, she watched you with grateful eyes, appreciating every small gesture of care.

Soon, the aroma of chamomile tea filled the air as you poured the steaming liquid into a mug, carefully stirring in the honey until it dissolved. You brought the cup over to Natasha, the warmth radiating from it, and handed it to her with a gentle smile.

"Here you go, love," you said softly. "Sip it slowly. It should help soothe your throat and relax you a bit."

Natasha took the mug with both hands, bringing it close to her lips to inhale the comforting scent. She took a small sip, relishing in the soothing warmth that spread through her body. She couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for your presence and care, knowing she was in good hands.

As she continued to drink her tea, you settled next to her, keeping a watchful eye on her. You lightly ran your fingers through her hair, soothingly massaging her scalp, offering her the comfort and tenderness she desperately needed.

Natasha leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. The combination of the warm tea, your gentle touch, and the love she felt from you slowly began to ease her discomfort. She closed her eyes, taking in the moment, feeling safe and cared for.

Minutes turned into hours as you stayed by her side, supporting her through it all, making sure she was medicated and hydrated and even watched a few of her favourite movies together to distract her from her symptoms.

Throughout it all, you held her hand, offering her reassurance and love. Your presence alone made her feel stronger, reminding her that even the toughest of Avengers needed a night of care and rest. 

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Madly In Love

* a mini mini curious gazes for hslotrry/something to hold you over :)))*

Angelique, Sam, Tasha, and Alice were absolutely shocked and excited when a group of people knock on their door and ask if they’d like to be a part of The Late Late Show with Harry Styles.

They all managed to plan it cool and managed not to disclosed that they’d all went to Harryween Night One and Two plus Love on Tour.

It seems like a cruel joke until James Corden is ringing their doorbell, standing alone before Harry pops out of the corner with a shy smile - clearly following behind the host.

After the shot, all the camera crew pile in to begin to set up - Harry shakes each other the girls hands and introduces himself like they don’t know who he is.

As everyone waits around for it to be all set up, Alice whispers sharply to her friends, “Holy shit. Look who just walked in the front door!”

They all whips their heads to see YN Styles, stepping through the threshold with a iced coffee and Ben Winston next to her - chatting away.

In awe, they all watch as she steps into the living room and notices the girls standing in their little group.

When she walks over, they’re a bit gobsmacked by how gorgeous she is up close, she smells like chanel number five mixed with dark tobacco that most likely rubbed off on her from Harry.

“Hi! I’m YN,” She greets brightly, nodding toward Harry who’s talking to James, “Thanks for letting him use your apartment. It reminds me of our flat right after he lost x-factor.”

“Heyyyy,” Harry manages to eavesdrop, striding over and giving YN a firm pinch to the bum, “I came in third and I think m’doing alright for myself.”

“Third isn’t first,” YN teases, Alice thinks that they’ve had this debate before and she knows it’s going to rile him up, “But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Harry is giving his wife a stare-down, eyes narrowed and he’s trying to tamper down a smile before crew shouts to get everybody in order.

YN takes a spot in a corner chair that’s out of shot, sipping on her coffee, and watching with a fond smile as James asks the girls questions.

Alice can’t help but notice all the small interactions they have throughout the day.

Harry will go over to YN at random points during breaks where they have to rearrange the cameras and whisper lowly to her.

It usually results in her running a hand through his hair, squeezing his hip, and rubbing her thumb over his puffy lips almost to soothe him.

Harry is so so sweet is the thing but it’s obvious to all of the girls how uncomfortable he is, in comparison to James who has no ounce of shyness in his body.

When he’s piled on the couch with them, Angelique notices how tense he holds himself, kindly putting as much space as possible and hesitating when James tells him to move closer to them.

Harry goes along with what James says, for the most part.

Alice catches whispered words between the couple as they set up for Harry to film in their bathtub.

“James wants me to take my shirt off,” Harry quietly tells his wife, his eyes searching her face, “And I don’t want to.”

YN doesn’t laugh at him or roll her eyes, she replies back - tone soft and understand, “Then tell him that, bunny. You don’t ever have to do anything like that when you don’t want to.”

Harry then leans down and nuzzles his nose against his wife’s, giving her a quick kiss, and asking, “Do you think m’just being dumb? Take my clothes off all the time. Just feels weird to do in this apartment with -“

Alice watches as YN stops him with a squeeze to his bicep, seriousness in her voice when she tells him, “You are not being dumb. It doesn’t matter that you don’t mind being shirtless other times. If you’re mind is telling you that you don’t want to, you need to listen, H.”

Alice realizes that YN must help him not get sucked in by influences, Harry seems so kind and eager to please that sometimes he might have trouble saying no - especially to his friends like James.

“Thank you,” He murmurs to her, his large hand resting on her thigh, “I think we’re almost done. We can go to that pizza place down the road? Then can we go take a bath?”

YN giggles fondly, readjusting his chunky necklace and fixing his hair, “If you’re good.”

“M’always good for you, darling,” Harry replies with a pout but he’s pulled away from the conversation by James.

Alice always had wondered how they’d stayed together all this time and now realizes how obvious the answer is.

They’re still madly madly in love.

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anonymouslywriting22 · 2 years

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The Light After Darkness - Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Natasha look forward to finally being able to start a family but tragedy strikes and puts their relationship through strain.

Warnings: TW miscarriage, blood, very slight smut, angst

Natasha hurriedly unwrapped the box you had wrapped for an early birthday present. She quickly opened the box and furrowed her eyebrows as she saw a set of baby shoes on top of confetti. Natasha looked up at you with a soft smile, "I don't get it?"

As she trails off you smile widely at her and nod your head, "just keep digging through. You'll understand more."

She nods her head and starts to feel through the confetti. As she moves her hands through, Nat feels something and immediately grasps it to pull it out. A smile appears on her face with a sparkle in her eyes as she realizes it's a baby onesie with the the image of a little spider on it. She quickly shoots her gaze towards you, "please tell me this isn't a joke baby."

Your smile just becomes more wide, "just keep going, there's one more thing in there for you."

She nods and hurriedly rummaged through the confetti again. As she feels a hard object around her fingers she quickly grasps it and becomes wide eyed as she sees it. The sight was amazing and if you had your phone, you would've taken a picture of her face right now.

Her eyes begin to tear as she examined the pregnancy test, reading the results over and over to ensure this is real. You quickly go to sit by her and place your hand on her free hand to remind her this is real. You softly say, "we're going to have a baby my love," while placing her hand over your stomach.

She quickly looks at you and sniffles, a smile across her face. She quickly wraps you into a hug and repeatedly whispers thank you's and how much she loves you. She pulls away to send a slow passionate kiss to your lips before placing a gentle kiss to your stomach.

"We," she starts while guiding you to sit on her lap, "are going to be the best parents my love. You're going to be the best mom ever. Thank you for giving me this."

You wrapped your arms around Natasha necks and brought her closer to you so that your forehead was resting on hers, "our child is going to be so lucky to have you as their mama."

She hummed and placed a kiss to your lips, "I love you baby."

You briefly pulled away and mumbled, "I love you too."

—7 months later—

You stirred awake as a sharp pain ran through your body causing you to groan. You tried to ignore it as it lessened but another sharp pain ran through your body again. You moved to lay on your back, confusion running through you as you felt something wet around your lower area.

You switched on the lamp on your nightstand and placed your hand under to feel what it was. You gasped as you brought it back up and saw red on your finger tips, panic ran through your body as awful thoughts entered your mind.

"Natasha," you exclaimed. It wasn't unusual for her to be downstairs finishing up paperwork while you slept. She had taken a lot of time off from work to help you so she would use these awful hours to catch up.

A couple seconds later she bolted through the door with a worried expression, "what's wrong my love?"

You quickly showed her your hand and finally uncovered yourself causing the both of you to gasp at the sight, blood covered the sheets. "I don't know what's happening Tasha," you quickly said wincing as more pain ran through your body.

Natasha immediately jumped into action and grabbed you in her arms gently, carrying you to the car bridal style. As she raced through the empty streets to the hospital, she made sure to always be checking on you and reassure everything was going to be okay.

As she pulled up to the emergency room, Natasha quickly got out of the drivers seat and went to your side to carefully get you out and carry you in. She approached the desk, "please I need help, my wife is bleeding." You laid your head against Nat's chest while holding onto your stomach, occasionally groaning and wincing from pains.

A nurse and doctor quickly approached her with a wheelchair. The doctor quickly spoke up as the nurse helped Natasha place you in the wheelchair, "what seems to be the problem Mrs. Romanoff." Nat was taken back a bit how the doctor immediately recognized her, hopes that the recognition would help you get the best treatment.

"My wife is 7 months pregnant. I was in the kitchen finishing up some paperwork," Natasha said while quickly walking through the halls with the doctor and nurse, "until I heard her scream out for me. I quickly ran to the room and saw that she was bleeding and in really bad pain around her lower area."

The doctor nodded while scribbling in your chart. As the doctor and nurse got to an exam room, Natasha quickly tried to enter but was held back by the nurse, "I'm sorry Mrs. Romanoff but we can't let you in. You will need to wait in the waiting area and we will give you updates."

Natasha reluctantly agrees, she can't take up the time of someone who could be helping you and her child. She slumps herself in a chair while nervously bouncing her leg and quickly dialing Clint to inform him of what's going on.

A couple minutes later Clint arrives and sits next to Natasha as they wait for news on how you are.

—1 hour later—

Natasha feels her world stop as the doctor explains what happened. Clint quickly catches her as she stumbles, his talking is muffled by the words of the doctor replaying through her head.

"We couldn't save them both," tears started to weld in her eyes, "the baby had undergone too much damage from the blood loss. We were not able to resuscitate her," her. Our baby was a girl. A beautiful daughter. "I'm so sorry for your loss Mrs. Romanoff. Your wife is in room 301, she isn't awake yet but she's stable so you can go see her whenever you're ready."

Clint guided her to sit in the chair, wearily watching her, "I'm so sorry Nat." Those words broke something inside of her causing everything to shatter, the tears streamed down her face as she clung onto her best friend sobbing in his arms. "I was going to have a daughter," she muffled between sobs, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl."

Clint's heart broke at the sight of his best friend. He held her tightly in his arms, reassuring her the best he could with this situation. As Natasha started to grab her composure he pulled away and gripped her shoulders, "Y/N is going to need you right now. You both are going to need to be strong for each other. How about we go to her room?"

Natasha wiped her tears and nods her head, eager to see your face, eager to know you're okay. She quickly walks down the halls to your room, when she enters she lets out a sigh of relief as she sees you're still sleeping. Clint enters quietly. After a few minutes he dismisses himself to let Natasha be alone with you.

Nat sits in the chair by your bed and holds onto your hand. She lays her head on the bed and whispers, "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect her. I'm so sorry." Tears start to form in her eyes again, she kisses your hand softly and slowly drifts to sleep.

Natasha isn't sure how long she slept but none of that matters when she starts to hear you stir awake. "Nat," you call out weakly, quickly moving your hand to your stomach. You grew confused as it felt different, still affected from sleep you couldn't wrap your head around it.

Natasha quickly sat up and hugged you carefully, "I'm here Y/N/N, I'm here."

You turn to her, confused as to why she looks like she's been crying. You carefully examine her and realize that look in her eye, the same look she had after that mission that your brother, Pietro died. Tears start to fill your eyes as you realize what the feeling was. You whisper, "is the baby okay Natty?"

You already know the answer but you're clinging onto hope that you're wrong. She takes a deep breath and pressed a kiss to your temple, she slightly shakes her head, "the doctors said there was just too much damage with the blood loss. They couldn't resuscitate her."

Natasha clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her composure, trying to be strong for you knowing how hard this would affect you. Her words run through your head and you feel your heart shatter. Tears make their way down your face as you cling onto Natasha. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispers while holding you and rubbing soothing circles trying her best to comfort you.

"Her," you question weakly against Nat's shoulder. She slowly pulls away and nods, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl." Everything in you breaks even more as guilt starts to feel your body. You cling even tighter onto Natasha as you repeatedly apologize to her, feeling like you failed as a wife and as a mother for not being able to fully carry your baby.

—3 Months Later—

You lazily laid in bed most of the days, not having enough energy or the will to get out of bed anymore. Natasha would always try to force you up but it would just lead to a fight. You quietly groaned as you felt the bed beside you dip, not having the energy to argue or even talk with the person next to you.

Natasha slowly climbed into the space next to you and slightly shifted towards you. She missed you, she missed the way you would talk to her about anything and everything all the time, now conversations between you two were short or just arguments, she missed the way your skin would feel under her touch, she missed the way she could smell your scent as she nuzzled her face in your neck, she missed your smile and laughter, it was rare for you to laugh now, she missed her wife.

"Baby," Natasha whispered softly, "can we please talk." You kept your position, laying on your side not giving a response to Natasha. After a while of silence Nat slowly shifted towards you more and carefully placed a hand on top of your waist. A smile ghosted her lips when you didn't push her away this time, a couple moments later she wrapped her arm over your waist, causing her to touch your stomach. It was completely innocent, she just wanted to bring you into her in hopes of having you close to her again.

The touch brought you out of your head and you abruptly pushed her arm away and got out of bed. You scoffed with your back towards her, "I don't appreciate you doing that." Natasha sighed and sat up, she didn't understand why you were being so cold with her. Well, she did understand but she couldn't understand why you didn't want to be close to her anymore. She lost just as much as you did.

She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, "I'm your wife Y/N. I should be able to touch you without you getting mad."

You spun to face her with a glare on your face. You crossed your arms, "so what? Just because I'm your wife I should give my body to you?" Natasha immediately shook her head and stood up from the bed to properly face you from her side. She ran a hand through her hair, "that's not what I mean. You know that's not what I meant, I just-"

"No," you exclaimed, all you anger finally just leaving your body. Anger you've kept inside that you couldn't keep your daughter with you, anger that you felt like you failed Nat, anger at everything. You threw you hands up, "maybe I should just lay there on the bed while you do your business? Maybe then I'll be a good wife. Here," you say throwing yourself on the bed, "have your way since I don't let you touch me."

Natasha sighed and placed her hands on her hips. She didn't respond right away deciding to study you, the way your chest rose and fell quickly, your hands balled in fists to your sides, the way your eyes no longer held the light they used to always have, the way you looked completely and utterly broken. She started to fear that she had lost you forever, that she let you lose yourself so much in grieving instead of doing more to help you.

She chose her words carefully and grabbed a pillow, "I'll sleep in the guest room until you're comfortable with me again." She stayed a couple seconds, giving you time to ask her to stay but you didn't. You stayed quiet while staring at the ceiling, so she made her way out the room.

—3 months later—

You fiddled with your wedding ring while your hands rested on your lap, not daring to look up to face your therapist. You could feel her stare on you, the one she would always give when these sessions barely started.

"So," she began while fiddling with her pen, "how was this week?"

You sighed and finally got the courage to face your therapist. You stopped fiddling with the ring and rubbed your hands on your thighs in an attempt to calm yourself, "it was better than other weeks."

She hummed in acknowledgment, "I can see you're wearing your ring again."

You let a small smile creep on your face as you looked at the elegant diamond on your finger. The best of memories you used to share with your wife flooding your brain. "I am," you simply stated.

Your therapist scribbled some things in her notebook. "Is Natasha still sleeping in the guest bedroom," she questioned while crossing her leg over the other.

You stomach turned at her words. Deep down, you wanted her to hold you like she used to but couldn't find the courage to let her. You didn't feel like you deserved it. You ran a hand through your hair, "yes."

"Y/N," she started, "did you do your homework?"

"No," you simply stated.

She sighed and placed her notebook on the table next to her. You placed your stare back to the ground, it was easier to just not face people anymore. "Do you remember what your homework was?"

You sighed and started to pick at your cracked nail polish, "talk to Natasha about coming back to our bedroom."

"Now," she said while leaning forward in her chair trying to catch your eye, "why didn't you do it?"

Your throat started to form a lump, all of a sudden talking became the hardest thing to do. You cleared your throat, "I just didn't get around to talking to her."

You never did anymore. You even managed to plan your day in a way that you hardly interacted with her anymore. It was easier this way, easier to ignore the disappointment you had of failing Natasha.

"Listen Y/N," your therapist began, "I just don't understand what happened. Last session we hit a real breakthrough. You, yourself said that you were ready to finally take her in again and I could tell it was genuine. You were ready so what happened?"

Tears pricked at your eyes but you refused to let them down. You quickly wiped your eyes and faced her, "we went to visit one of her close friends."

Your therapist hummed in response giving you time to gather your thoughts to explain. You cleared your throat, "Clint and his wife, Laura, they have a son and were expecting a second child. It was normal to go with them, it's not like this was the first time we go to visit them since the incident but this time just broke something in me."

She grabbed a glass of water and took a quick sip, "why?"

You snorted a short giggle, "they had said that they had a surprise for us so we quickly made plans for that day. When we arrived, turns out she had already popped the baby out, a girl to be more specific." You took a deep breath as tears started to flow, "Natasha looked so happy and ecstatic when she held her and it just made me jealous. Jealous that they were able to have another kid and I couldn't even have one. Jealous that my wife looked that happy carrying another baby, she should've had that excitement with our baby."

Your therapist went to say something until you kindly held your hand up signaling you had more, "and then they asked me if I wanted to hold her and I didn't want to be rude so I did but while I was Clint decided it was best to ask us another question. He asked Natasha and I to be the godparents and Nat quickly obliged but I just couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much and I just gave the baby to Nat and waited in the car. She had tried to get me to talk about it but I just couldn't."

"You're still angry," she said while grabbing her notebook and scribbling some more, "it's okay to be angry. You went through something so unimaginable."

You sniffled trying to grab your composure and whispered, "I know."

"But so did Natasha," she said causing you to snap your gaze to your therapist. "She also lost her, she also lost a daughter. I've seen the doctors files, the incident had nothing to do with your body. It wasn't your fault."

You shook your head and scoffed, "if I were stronger or did something more maybe she-"

"It wasn't your fault," she repeated, "you need to realize that because quite frankly I've seen this happen before and often times it ends in the other person leaving. I can't sweeten it up anymore, Natasha might get tired of waiting one day and I don't want that for you two."

"It wasn't my fault," you said, something in you finally clicking in place. You looked at your wedding ring and smiled, "it wasn't my fault."

—

You entered the front door to your house, a new feeling erupting your chest. You quickly ran to the guest bedroom, ready to start fixing everything. When you approached her door you knocked quickly, doing everything to get her to open the door faster. When she opened it she looked a bit concerned, "is everything okay Y/N/N?"

You just smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her neck to bring her into you causing her to wrap her arms around your waist. She raised and eyebrow at you, "what's going on? Not that I don't like this but-"

You cut her off by capturing her lips in yours giving her a passionate kiss, spilling everything from these past months into it to show her you still wanted her, you still needed her. You pulled away reluctantly when breathing became an issue, you laid your forehead against hers while still having your eyes closed trying to take in this moment. She leaned in again to give you a soft kiss to your nose bringing you back to reality. You opened your eyes to see her staring right back at you with so much love, love that never seemed to fade even through these past months.

"I want you to come back to our room, please," you whispered. She smiled widely and nodded, "okay." You played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, trying to take her in, trying to memorize everything that you had missed. You placed your head on her shoulder, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for shutting you out and not even acknowledging your hurt and grieving. I'm so sorry," you started to repeatedly say while tears started to form in your eyes. She softly grabbed your face and brought it to face her, she used her thumbs to wipe your tears away with so much care it made you cry even more, this woman was too good for the world.

She placed a kiss on your temple and said, "it's okay. It's okay, I should've tried harder to help you but I just didn't know how. I'm just happy you're with me again."

You placed a kiss on her lips again and yawned when you pulled away causing her to chuckle, god did you miss that sound. She picked you up bridal style and walked to the master bedroom. She carefully placed you on the bed and went to her side. You felt the bed dip beside you and this time you welcomed it, cherished it. She hesitatingly scooted towards you and placed her arm on your hip. You smiled at the feeling of her touch but craved more, you interlaced your fingers with hers and brought her arm to wrap around your stomach causing her to pull you closer against her front.

She snuggled into you, taking in your scent and warmth. You turned slightly to face her and whispered, "I love you Natasha. I love you so much." She used her free arm to prop her up to face you, "I adore you my love. I love you too." She sent a kiss to your lips once more and when she pulled away you turned again to lay on your side and snuggled into her touch letting sleep consume you.

Natasha and you would talk in the morning but right now, nothing could be more perfect than this.

-2 months later-

Natasha slumped on the bed while still in her clothes. She was wearing formal pants and a red button down with a black tie that was slightly wrinkled now from the night. She lazily swiped through her phone while waiting for you to finish washing up in the restroom.

She heard the door click and glanced up from her phone quickly before taking a double take to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. As she placed her phone on the nightstand she sat up to sit on the front edge of the bed taking you in.

You were standing in the doorway of the restroom with a smirk on your face, the red lingerie you're wearing making your confidence go up. You bit your bottom lip and slowly walked towards her. You straddled her waist and leaned in to give her a passionate loving kiss. When you pulled back she said, "is this?"

"I'm ready," you whispered while placing soft kisses on her jaw and neck, "I'm ready to start trying again." You cupped her face in your hands while looking into her green eyes, "are you?"

This time, it was her turn to look into your eyes, searching for any signs that you didn't want really want this, that you weren't truly ready but there was nothing but love and want. She slowly nodded and smiled, "I'm ready baby."

You smiled and passionately kissed her while starting to undo her belt. Natasha carefully grabbed you and placed you on your back, she took a second to stare into your eyes again causing you to chuckle, "what is it?"

She rand her hand up the side of your stomach causing you to shiver, "you're beautiful Y/N." She leaned down to start placing kisses on your collarbone, "you're so beautiful."

It was passionate and slow, you put everything into the kisses you would give her to let her know how much you loved her while she put everything in her deep long strokes, focusing on making sure you knew how much she needed you. She made sure to hold your hand as you came undone around her causing her to follow and finish inside you.

For the first time since the tragedy the two of you made love to each other.

-7 years later-

Natasha opened the door to the car and offered her hand for you to take. You walked hand in hand with her while crossing the street to enter the doors to the gym. While the two of you walked through the hallway, she placed a quick kiss to your cheek.

As you approached the table to pay to enter, Natasha let go of her hand to buy them. "for two please," she said while addressing the lady on the other end. Natasha payed the woman the money and motioned for you to give her your hand so the woman could stamp it. "Thank you," you said while starting to walk away. "No problems and congrats," the woman said motioning towards your stomach. Nat placed a hand on the small of your back to help lead you to the court.

You nodded in thanks and went to find a seat to watch your daughter's basketball game. As the two of your sat down, you searched for your daughter out on the court. The game had just started, thankfully Natasha and you didn't miss that much. As you look at the girls on the court you finally see your daughter, Hope, playing defense on another girl.

"Hope's in, I hope they win," you say to Natasha while pointing at her. Nat smiles and places her hand on your knee, "they have Hope, of course they're going to win." You laugh while watching the game play out. Hope quickly snatches the ball from a girl on the opposite team and starts quickly dribbling down the court and scored a layup. Natasha stands up and cheers for her causing you to laugh and smile wide at the image in front of you.

It's everything you've ever wanted. Your wife, your daughter, and a son on the way, nothing could compare to this.

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thegeminisage · 25 days

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WELL. it is time for the final tng update (until the movies ig). last night we watched the series finale, "all good things" parts i & ii.

all good things (not differentiating parts):

my main takeaway from this episode is that they somehow managed to bring back tasha yar, only to 1. have her do absolutely nothing 2. die again?? they have killed tasha yar three times. hat trick for dead tasha yar

second takeaway: old people makeup. i couldn't find any gifs for this episode because when you go in the tag they're all just comparisons with picard the show. which IS kind of fun, admittedly. losers in the old people makeup department: riker. winners: beverly. hers was kinda hot ngl. milf.

conceptually this episode kind of fucked. like, three eras of having to be in the same place, coordinating stuff over 4D space via rapid shifting...that's cool. there was a cool episode buried in here somewhere. i think the problem was 1. it took way too long to figure out what was going on 2. the three eras in question were season 1 of tng (bad), season 7 of tng (also bad), and tng 25 bad future. i have lots to say about the bad future in a sec but let's not get distracted. because all of these eras were bad, it wasn't very exciting to be coordinating stuff across them. i TOTALLY understand the temptation to bookend the show by going back to the pilot, but the sad truth is the pilot was AWFUL. q has largely been annoying and the trial was one of his MORE annoying appearances.

on the bad future: worf and riker fighting over deanna being DEAD somehow and us not getting any more information was pretty awful, especially since they sort of seemed to be having a fight about deanna in the present-day too. i don't like them fighting over her but i REALLY thing the deanna/worf was so rushed...riker is normally so chill too, it doesn't make any sense. plus it's absolutely bonkers that picard came back and DIDNT warn deanna she had 5 years to live. come on!!!

if geordi really grew back his eyes bc of the anomaly, why are they blue in the future? they look like prosthetics or something. also can't we just give him brown eyes cmon. also, it's SICK AND DISGUSTING they married him to leah. i like geordi, but his thing w women made liking him difficult, so thanks for reminding us of his absolute WORST moment right as we're saying goodbye to him forever

someone on the aos team did not do their research. romulus was destroyed in 2387, and the last season of tng is in 2370. that means this future era took place in 2395, eight years after romulus was destroyed. it would have been such an easy thing to avoid, too. you could have simply had spock and nero travel back from 2395 instead of 2387. like it's that easy. NOTHING would have to change except a number. this isn't even tng's fault like how could they know what crimes that man would commit. this is all on him. i like the aos movies but girl what the hell

wins for the future: data crazy cat lady. and everyone gaslighting picard. and beverly being soooo hot

the problem w this future is that it doesn't say anything about anyone except "you guys drifted apart without the mission to hold you together and forgot you needed each other." actually, it didn't say that second part, though i wished it had. the episode was also a bit muddied in that respect...like, what did it episode SAY about those three eras, other than "don't stop being friends later"? what did it SAY about picard and his crew? this is the finale, and there weren't any goodbyes or big character moments for anybody except picard, who had to have his big character moment in the fucking farpoint courtroom.

we did get canon worf/deanna and picard/beverly but she TURNED HIM DOWN EARLIER and only started macking on him when she found out she might die (just in time to get herself on the will and no that's not my joke). STAY STRONG...YOU DON'T NEED HIM...beverly crusher, i could be your man.

in a final act of hilarity, at the very end, picard INVITED HIMSELF TO CARDS. while i am always thrilled for poker games, and was feeling a genuine emotion about the last scene being a poker game, the profound silence when picard showed up at the door really dragged me out of it. "you were always welcome" HE LITERALLY TRIED TO DO THIS ONCE AND YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD

oh yeah. final note. can't believe they pussied out of shearing jonathan frakes for that flashback section. they just photoshop magicked that shit. it was clever, but it was cowardly

i really wish s7 of tng had been good...we had a few good ones near the beginning but the ones near the end were ALL duds. i could have forgiven so many crimes if we had gone out on a high note. tng WAS very good sometimes. i know they had it in them. unfortunately they generally chose to be ass instead, and as a result tng went out the way it came in: in the very worst courtroom scene in the entire world. rest in pieces.

NEXT TIME: ds9's "tribunal" and "the jem'hadar."

#personal #star trek #tng lb

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melinoegoddessofghosts · 1 year

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Is GOOD TV sustainable?

I hate the culture of TV now. The way writers are being treated sucks, and it shows in the culture.

I hate how short the seasons are. I hate that there aren't any super weird filler episodes that make you wonder if the writer's room was smoking something when they wrote them.

I hate how fan interaction isn't always enough to save a show.

On the other hand, I hate how entitled fans feel to good TV. The absolute vitriol hurled at the Game of Thrones writers for Season 8. Yes, it was bad. So what? Doesn't mean you get to bully people.

Honestly, I was just thinking about how some of my favorite shows from the 90s, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Trek: The Next Generation, The X-Files, etc. have episodes that are just objectively bad. But we watch them anyway, and we giggle at our little shows and how they sometimes get weird and that's okay.

I mean, for real, like really bad episodes. The BTVS episode where Buffy and Riley have so much sex they create a demon? The TNG episode where Tasha Yar is sexually harassed and later abducted by a more "primitive" species, and everyone just laughs it off? The TXF episode where Mulder and Scully both almost get killed by a few housecats? Like seriously awful episodes.

All this from some of the best sci-fi/fantasy shows ever created.

The Writer's Strike is pointing out a lot of what's bad about TV culture, and I think the inundation of new content, the speed with which content is churned out, and the entitlement we as viewers can sometimes exhibit toward our favorite shows is a culture that needs to change.

Honestly, part of me wants a couple dumb filler episodes where the characters make stupid decisions, and the stakes are unbelievably low. It's nice to have a breather in the middle of a season.

Writers get paid per episode. The new norm of the 8-episode season and a year or more between seasons means writers aren't even getting a chance to make more money, even if the payrate per episode weren't abysmal (which it is). And you can bet the fact that everyone who works on an episode has to get paid is the sole reason services are switching to shorter seasons and slashing the size of writer's rooms.

Yes, TV has gotten better in the last two decades. But at what cost? If you get a couple really stupid episodes in exchange for better working conditions for writers, I personally feel like that's a trade I'd be more than willing to make. Honestly, it's kind of a perk. Day-in-the-life content with my favorite characters? Episodes where background characters get to shine? World-building episodes that don't affect the overarching plot? Yes, please.

#wga #wga strike 2023 #wga strike #support wga #support writers #tv culture has to change #this is not sustainable #the x files #txf #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy #btvs #star trek: the next generation #tng #star trek tng #how badly do you want good tv?#and who are you willing to sacrifice to get it?

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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aw did you miss me baby?

even though i've been gone tasha bear hasn't left my mind, she really gets me so worked up.

there's this idea of another anon of Tasha being your brother's girlfriend just to get to you. Obviously tasha bear is such a perv and holy shit i love that so much about her, how much of a freak she is.

imagine Tasha staying over at your family's house to be with your brother, of course she is going to sleep in your brother's room .. or that's what you thought.

But tasha bear doesn't stay over to be with your brother, she just does it, so she can be around you and observe you in a more domestic environment, and you take advantage of that by wearing skimpy clothes, no bra so Tasha can see the outline of your nipples through your shirt, super short shorts and maybe sometimes you're wearing nothing underneath and in the perfect moment you let tasha see a peak of your wet pussy, always so ready for her.

So when the night comes and your brother falls asleep, Tasha sneaks to your room, sometimes she finds you ready for her, sometimes she finds you asleep. This time she finds you asleep, and you're wearing nothing but a little top, your pussy free. Nat gets hard instantly, only at the sight of you, pre-cum already leaking with the thought of taking you vulnerable like this.

She starts jerking off while lying next to you still asleep, but that isn't enough, she needs her cock to be wrapped by your pussy. So she hovers over you and gets in between your legs, slowly sliding in and whimpering by how good it feels, it always feels so good to feel your warm pussy around her cock, always wet and so tight for her, so the feeling always almost makes her cry (because we love that Tasha is a crier).

You start to stir awake and little moans start slipping off your mouth, and you meet Tasha's eyes. You love being awaken like this, you like your Tasha using you like this whenever she has the need.

"my little one, i'm sorry, but Mommy needed your pussy so bad. please let me use you like this, baby. F-fuck you feel so good, you're such a good little hole to use".

"i'm yours to use, Mommy" you say in a mix of a haze and your sleepy state.

"yes, baby, yes. This pussy is so mine to use, only mine, you hear that right? i'm the only one who can fuck you like this. Even if you tried my cock is the one you want, you're such a whore for my cock aren't you pretty thing? Look at how well you take me"

You just moan in response, about to cum because it's true, you only want your Mommy's dick, it's the only one who can stretch you out and make you feel as good as it's making you feel right now, you could never get enough of it, you want to feel Tasha's dick in all your holes forever, if you could, you would live with her cock filling you up every single second of the day. You were only hers, your pussy was only hers, you liked being her little slut and her little toy so much.

And you loved how needy Tasha was, she would fuck you and take you anytime she needed you, and you would gladly let her every time. She just cried for you sometimes, getting in between your legs with tears in her eyes, just because she needed your pussy so badly.

"f-fuck baby, Mommy's going to cum, you want my cum inside your pussy, don't you, little one? Want me to fill me up your pussy with my seed?" She pounded you faster and faster. "I want your pussy to be dripping with my cum, fuck I'd even like to see you covered in my milk"

She comes inside you, and you love how it feels, her shooting her milk on your pussy, making you cum as well in a scream of her name.

(this made me so horny while i wrote it, i'm dripping wet at my work)

-- ice bear anon 🐻‍❄️

I HAVE DEFINITELY MISSED YOUR TASHA BEAR TJOUGHTS AND I WILL CONTINUE TO CRAVE THEM FROM YOU!!!!

oh my god, just imagine her watching her cum dripping out of your pussy after finishing in you MANYBFUCKING TIMES. she’d take a picture and whisper close to you, “maybe this time, ive gotten you pregnant.” GSKCIWKDIEJEISIWJUWSI

#a answers! 💌#ice bear 🐻‍❄️ anon #tasha bear:(

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Helllooo, I had a thought about your No Such Thing universe... after Bucky and Reader get together, is there any run-ins with mean sorority girls? Maybe Bucky is picking her up after the newspaper meeting?

*throws glass* another! i was quite inspired by this one anon, so here ya go <33 smidge of angst but 98% fluff.

(brief mention of anxiety)

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"So that's pretty much it for today," Jamie decided, closing her famous Book of Assignments. "Any questions?"

Gina Marcelino's hand shot up, bracelet glittering as she waved her fingers. Jamie's face remained neutral, a self-control you'd never quite managed when facing hellspawn, and she patiently called on her.

"What's up, Gina?"

"Ummm," Gina began, drawing out the syllable, "I was just wondering who'd be assigned the sports column this time, since Y/N can't do it."

"Who said I can't?" you retorted. "I did such a bang up job the last time, Gina. No plagiarism necessary."

To your surprise, she smiled, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

"Well, aren't you dating the running back now? It would be a conflict of interest. Unless, of course, it's not a serious thing."

"It is a serious thing," you replied and Gina shrugged.

"Okay. See, Jamie?"

"Gina, I appreciate your concern, but football season is a long ways away, and we've already got someone covering the soccer and volleyball teams. Alright, is there anything else?"

When no one else spoke, Jamie dismissed you all. You packed up your things, slinging the bag strap over your shoulder. Your phone dinged, Mr. President popping up on your screen. Hey, I'm outside. Feel like takeout? :)

"Congrats on your relationship, Y/N."

Gina stood in front of you, the only obstacle between you and the door. She was flanked by another friend of hers, one you didn't recognize, but judging by the way she was looking you up and down, that was probably a good thing.

"Uh... what?"

Gina scoffed. "It's a big deal. Like, nobody thought Bucky Barnes would settle. But you were different. Somehow."

"Are you, like, super rich or something?" her friend asked.

"No... I'm exactly the way I've always been. No secret fortunes or long-lost royal relatives."

"See? I told you," Gina said to her friend. "Y/N's totally regular. Nothing special."

"Get to the point, Gina," you sighed, hand on your hip.

"Shayla was just curious about who you are," she explained, voice unusually cheery. "Her sister is totally in love with Bucky and they're heirs to the mustard dynasty."

"Mustard?"

"Like the thing you put on sandwiches," Shayla said, as if you were five years old. "Our great grandfather was one of the first to package it."

"Oh. Cool, I guess."

"Yeah," she echoed, sneering. "Cool."

A pit in your stomach began to form. You squared your shoulders, going around them.

"I need to go. Gina. Princess Mustard."

"Bye, Y/N!" Gina chirped after you.

You closed the door, jogging down the steps to outside. It was finally properly warm, warm enough for you to pull out the tank tops and t-shirts. Bucky beamed at you from across the path, jogging up to you. You smiled back, cheeks feeling a little gummy.

"How was newspapering? Did you awe everyone with your amazing writing skills?"

"Um, it was fine. Normal, regular. Nothing special."

"Okay," Bucky nodded, smile no less bright. He kissed you sweetly—Bucky's kisses were always sweet, and always pulled you in. "Didja get my text? Sam said there's this new Thai place that just opened that he and Tasha really liked."

"Oh. Yeah, sorry, I was talking to someone upstairs. Um, Thai sounds good."

You glanced down at the Star Wars shirt you'd borrowed from Bucky’s drawer the first month into your relationship.

"Should I... should I change?"

Bucky tilted his head, like perhaps he'd misheard you.

"What for?"

"To look nicer. Since we're going out."

"Are you saying my New Hope shirt isn't fine fashion?"

"No, it's cute... I mean, you know I love it."

"Hey, I'm only joking," Bucky cut in gently, smiling confusedly. "What's going on, doll? Something happen?"

"No. No, it's fine. Sorry, that was a stupid question." You tittered, taking his hand. "Let's go."

Bucky called in the order after you looked up their menu. You were quiet for the whole drive, Bucky keeping up most of the conversation. You chewed on a cuticle, leg bouncing until he rested a hand on your knee.

"Sure you're okay, Y/N?"

Bucky had parked. You hadn't even realized.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You tried to smile reassuringly.

"Okay. C’mon, order should be ready. Sam said they work fast."

You didn't make a move to unfasten your seatbelt. "Do a lot of students come here?"

"Uh, probably. Since it's so close. Why?"

"No reason. Just... wondering who we might run into."

"Well, I doubt there'd be a ton of people since it's a weekday,” he reasoned. “And the place is small."

"Oh. Right."

"Do you want me to go in and you can stay here?" Bucky asked. "I know you interacted a lot today."

You'd explained it to him, once, after declining an invitation to a birthday party. Your social battery drained much faster than his. Too much stimulation ratcheted up your anxiety. Bucky had sympathized, explaining Steve was similar, and had been so for their whole lives.

He didn't know that wasn't the reason for your hesitation today. Bucky was simply being kind and thoughtful, like always. The pit in your stomach grew.

"Okay," you agreed weakly. "Sorry."

"No need for apologies, honey. Be back in a bit."

He pecked your cheek, and then you were alone.

You'd never actually discussed the future of this relationship, technically. It'd never occurred to you to do so. You'd assumed Bucky was in it for the long haul, like you. Perhaps the way you'd gotten together was unconventional, but that didn't mean the foundation was rocky.

You chewed at another cuticle. What if you were just another girl Bucky was getting out of his system? An urge to quell before he graduated and actually had to think about settling down.

You blinked. Whoa. That was a heavy thought. Settling down? Why were you even thinking about that? You could barely make a doctor's appointment without your heart rate picking up. It was way too early to be thinking about anything more committed than that.

The door unlocked, and the smell of food suddenly filled the car.

"Back! Sam was right; they're working like Fury's running the kitchen."

Bucky gave you the bag and you accepted it, on autopilot. You fell silent again, picking at a loose thread on your shirt.

“Y/N?”

You jumped at a hand on your cheek. Bucky immediately retracted, fully concerned. He set the food on the dashboard, leaning forward.

“Okay. You’re unusually quiet. You didn’t even comment on my terrible dad joke, which you always have something to say on. What’s goin’ on?”

“You’re a good guy, Bucky,” you blurted.

He blinked, concern morphing into tender bewilderment.

“I... thank you. You’re the best, but you know that,” he smiled.

“And you grew up well,” you continued. “Steve said you lived in a nice house.”

Bucky’s smile began to slip. “Well, I guess so. We ain’t the Rockefellers, though. Sweetheart, where’s this going?”

“I mean, what if you meet a mustard heiress? And you’re with me? Maybe your mom would prefer you go with her, be the next mustard king, which would be understandable, but—”

“Whoa, whoa. I need you to start over, honey. What are you talking about?”

You crossed your arms, looking away.

“Remember Talia?”

“Yeah. I do.” You didn’t need to look at him to hear the grimace.

“She comes from a nice neighborhood too. An even nicer one. I don’t.”

Bucky sighed. “Y/N, she and I didn’t click. Like, at all. You know that. But more importantly: d’you really think I’m so shallow?”

You winced at how hurt he sounded, meeting his gaze. Bucky spent a lot of time being taken at a first glance. You knew that, had figured it out the first time you’d met.

“No. No, I don’t, honestly. Bucky, I don’t think that of you. I—this is so dumb. I shouldn’t have let Gina and her friend get in my head, but they said I’m ordinary and... I am, you know? I am ordinary, and I started thinking maybe one day, you’d want more than that, and I’m thinking too far ahead, like, we’re not even seniors yet, but I just—”

“Y/N.” He angled his body to you. “Sweetheart. Okay if I talk now?”

You nodded. Bucky’s expression softened into the fondness he reserved only for you, the look that always warmed you to your toes.

“First of all, you’re anything but ordinary. I think we’ve got a pretty extensive history to prove that. Now, I’m no fancy English major, so I can’t wax poetry, but the way you make me feel is how I always want to feel. Being with you is incredible. God, I mean,” he laughed, disbelieving, “how many people would give me a play-by-play of the game? With notes!”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, covering your face. “I can’t believe you didn’t kick me out.”

“Are you kidding? That was one of the cutest things ever, honey. And even if it wasn’t, I’d never kick you out.” Bucky gathered your hands in his.

“You are such a cornball.”

“What can I say? You bring it out in me.”

“Sorry I doubted this. Doubted you. Pretty silly of me," you sighed.

He bumped your foreheads together, the tips of your noses touching.

"I know this, you and me, is still new, and I know the reputation I carried, and what kinda impression that gives," Bucky started. "But I promise I'm not going anywhere. And I hope you can trust me on that, Y/N."

You nodded, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. Bucky returned it the best he could over the console, kissing under your ear. You squirmed like always, that spot ticklish, and he chuckled, rubbing your back.

“It’s not silly. I mean, your fears aren’t going to come true, but that doesn’t mean they’re not valid. We can feel things that aren’t grounded in truth. Brains are powerful.”

“Okay, where did you learn that? You sound like Wanda. Have you been secretly sitting in on psych lectures?”

“Yep. They unlock the windows before class and I scale the wall like a super spy.”

“What happened to being able to get in anywhere, hotshot?”

“Can’t go around flaunting my privileges, darlin’. I have a strict rule about that. Only break it for impressing people I’m in love with.”

“Yeah?” you asked, unable to help your grin. “You’re in love with me?”

“Sure am. What’re you gonna do about it, L/N?”

“Hm. Well. Suppose I’ve no choice but to love you back, Barnes.”

“Together for the foreseeable future, are we?”

“Mmhm,” you agreed. “No ketchup royalty here. Just me.”

Bucky tutted, cupping your cheek. “It’s never just you, Y/N. And I’m glad. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#inbox #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #no such thing #*flails arms* this is the first thing my brain has let me finish in MONTHS so. not ignoring my other stuff i swear peeps

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cryinginsidebecauseofbrutasha · 1 year

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Day 12: Natasha gets bad news

Natasha and Bruce were having a good time in the lab, redesigning her suit.

Suddenly, the glass doors rattled and Tony came barrelling through, making a mess everywhere. “Pep called in sick!” he shrieked. “I have no one to bring to the charity thing tonight!”

Natasha looked at Tony’s display amusedly. “And why does that concern us, Stark?”

“I’m here to collect on your debt!” the billionaire declared. “You owe me, Romanoff. You're also still my employee.”

Nat raised an eyebrow. “This wasn’t in the job description. Are you sure you need a plus-one?” she asked. “I’m sure you can—”

“— I need you!” Tony wailed.

“What happened to ‘I don’t give a shit about the media’, Tones?” Bruce asked from beside her.

Tony sighed. “Please, Natty?” he asked. “I’ll give you a house.”

Natasha shook her head, smiling. “Depends on the kind of house, Stark,” she mused. “Beachside? Not so much. Somewhere remote on a big forested island though…” she trailed off, glancing at the scientist beside her. “Lots of running ground.”

“Done!” Tony snapped his fingers. “One remote, big forested, island-ed, lots-of-running-ground house coming right up.” He paused and looked between the two. “I assume you want high, presumably 12-foot ceilings?”

Natasha nodded. “Where’s this party?” she sighed, grabbing a pen and paper. “And dress code?”

Nat turned in a circle, frowning at herself in the mirror. “This doesn’t feel right,” she complained.

Maria sat on her bed, sipping a glass of wine. “You look fine,” her friend said. “And I made sure you can still kick ass without flashing anyone. Now put on the necklace.”

Natasha sighed as she slipped the delicate gold chain around her neck. It was a gift from Bruce, a necklace with a green pendant hanging. It brought out her eyes, the scientist had said.

“Phone?” Maria called as Nat went into the bathroom.

“Got it.”

“Purse?”

“Check.”

“Gun?”

Natasha poked her head out of the bathroom. “No firearms,” she sighed. She perked up. “I’m bringing knives. Five throwing ones and a dagger.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Is that why you wanted the–”

“Yeah.” Nat walked out of the bathroom via the walk-in closet holding two pairs of shoes. “Stilettos or platform?”

Her friend glanced between the two. “Stilettos for extra weapons, platforms for better balance.”

“Stilettos it is.” Natasha pulled on her shoes, grabbed her purse, her jacket, her phone, her keys, and turned to Maria. “Call if anything happens. God knows I need a reason to skip out on this stupid party,” she muttered.

Natasha met Tony at the elevator.

“You look nice,” he said.

“Thanks,” she sighed. “You clean up well. You don’t look like you were wasted this morning at all.”

“Brucie helped.”

The scientist in question came rushing down the hall and stopped in front of Nat. “Hey,” he panted. “Good. I caught you.”

“Are you okay, doc?” Natasha asked amusedly. “You need to breathe? I’m happy to be late to this party.”

Bruce waved her off. “I’m fine.” He straightened. “Just wanted to say goodbye.”

Nat put a hand on her chest in jest. “Will I ever see you again?” she said.

The scientist chuckled. “Hopefully.” He glanced at his watch. “If you stall any longer, you will actually be late. So you two should get going. But hey, text if you need anything,” Bruce said. He smiled and let them get into the elevator and waved as the doors closed.

Natasha and Tony got into the car.

“Is it okay if we got cheeseburgers on the way?” the billionaire asked Happy. “Please?”

“There’s food at the party,” the man said.

“But I want cheeseburgers!”

They got cheeseburgers.

Natasha slipped her phone out of her purse and sent a text to Bruce.

Tasha: It’s been seven and a half minutes since we left and we are getting cheeseburgers.

Bruce answered fairly quickly.

Bruce: That sounds fun

Bruce: Wait for it. Tony’s going to spill ketchup on himself

“Aw, geez!”

Nat glanced to her right and sighed.

Tasha: You were right

Tasha: Not five seconds later

Bruce: I don’t know how to feel about my knowing Tony this well

Natasha smiled.

Tasha: Call it long-term babysitting

Bruce: That’s funny

Bruce: I’ll tell Pepper later she’ll appreciate this

Tasha: Have you seen her?

Bruce: She stopped in after you left

Nat rolled her eyes.

Tasha: Of course

After a few more minutes of back-and-forth texting, Natasha looked up when Happy knocked on the divider.

“We’re here,” the man called. “Prepare to get off in a minute.”

Natasha sighed and typed out her last message.

Tasha: Banner, get me out of here

Bruce: Have fun

Tasha: I’m serious

Bruce: Good luck

Tasha: When I get back, I’m going to kill you

Bruce: Get in line

Nat scoffed.

Tasha: Fine

Tasha: I look forward to my vengeance

Bruce: I look forward to feeling your vengeance

Natasha huffed an annoyed laugh and got out of the car into what she later called the worst party of her life.

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lexiepoch · 1 year

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Highly Trained

Prompt: "You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" "Absolutely not."

Word Count:764

You sit next to Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, catching up with the pair of them. “So, you’re healing well Clint?” You ask.

“Yeah, Nat pulled the bullet out on the jet and stitched me up pretty well. How have you been recently? It's been what, six months since we saw you last?"

"Yeah around that But there's only been one change in my life. I got a kitten." you admit.

Both assassins light up." A kitten?!" squeals Natasha.

You pull out your phone to bring up a picture of your new baby. "Yeah, her name is Liho. She is so tiny and she's all black. She's a little cuddle bug though. You pair should come over soon, I need to socialize her so that would be great. But that's enough about me, have you two been getting into any antics that I should know about?”

"Well this asshole handcuffed me in the middle of the kitchen, in front of everybody for absolutely no reason a few days ago. I was stuck in them for an hour before I could get a hold of a paper clip to pick the lock. It was awful." Nat punches Clint in the shoulder.

"Hey, that actually hurt Tash," he whines, rubbing where she made contact.

"Good, it was meant to." She smirks at the man, hand darting out to flick him in the temple.

"Y/n! She's abusing me!" he fake cries to you.

"I feel ever so sorry for you Clint. It sounds like you've earned it. But back up a minute. You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" you turn to the red head as she sips her chai latte.

"Absolutely not. No way." she shuts down the request immediately.

"Aww! Why not Nat?"

"Because, you would use it in a situation you're not supposed to. Like if you got arrested. And don't say that you wouldn't. We all know you would." she says, raising her eyebrows at you as you open your mouth.

"What?! No! Not our innocent Y/n! She would never do something that would get her arrested." teases Clint.

"I mean I've been arrested before. Tony bailed me out before anyone could really find out. Even made it disappear off of my record. So yeah, I totally would use it for that purpose."

"When did this happen?!" asks Nat, leaning forward on the table.

"A couple months ago now. Probably mid August. Tony was so nice about it too, came and picked me up in my favourite of his cars. And he bought me lunch that day."

"See Tash, Stark can be a good person." says Clint giving Nat a pointed look.

"Mhm, yeah right." Nat rolls her eyes and sips her latte.

"What do you have against Tony, Nat?"

"They had a nasty argument a week ago. Stark ate the last of her Quality Street candies and she's really upset about it. He's tried apologizing but she's having none of it. Aren't you Tash?" explains Clint, leaning over to peck Natasha's temple.

"It had my fucking name on a sticky note on the lid. It was very clear that it was mine. And everybody in the tower knows I don't share my fucking food. Even Thor knows to not take my food!” snaps Nat.

"Shh, it's okay. I'll buy you another tin from the Great Britain store on the way back the the tower. Just drink your latte Tash." Clint pats his best friend on the head briefly.

“He stole your food? Candies at that?! That man is lucky to be alive!” You chuckle, making Nat smile. “When do you guys want to come over and meet Liho?”

“Maybe next Thursday? I’ve got nothing that day. Does that sound good for you?” Suggests Nat, still looking grouchy.

“Works for me, Y/n?”

“That works for me, I get off work at one that day so that will work perfectly for me if you come by around two?”

“Great! That works!” Nat smiles, straightening her back and wincing slightly.

“Back sore still Tasha?” Asks Clint.

“No shit Sherlock. Rogers and I sparred yesterday and you know how that goes.” You giggle at that.

“Yes, yes I do. Please tell me you won!”

“Of course I did! No way I was letting Captain America beat me!” The three of you laugh. After a while you say your goodbyes and head your desperate ways. “See you Thursday Y/n!” Calls Nat as you get into your car.

“See you then Natty!” You wave through the window before driving off.

The End

#fluff #x reader oneshot #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff x platonic!clint barton

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justsomeclintasha · 2 years

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Red curls tickle his nose, soft and smelling of strawberries. Clint smiles and nuzzles in closer. It’s their day off. No need to get up early, or at all.

Slowly, she stretches. He always tries not to wake her, but somehow she knows. Sleepy eyes find his.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.”

She rolls onto her back with a yawn.

“Do you have plans for today?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

After a moment, she replies.

“Well. You know what day it is.”

“Sunday?”

“It’s Father’s Day.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

It’s never been important to him. His relationship with his dad was rocky at best, full of alcohol and anger.

And she hasn’t seen her dad since she was a kid. Does today hold some sort of memory for her? A flashback? Concerned, he turns on his side to face her.

“Is something wrong?”

She reaches for his hand, taking it and entwining their fingers before setting it over her stomach.

“I just thought you might want to celebrate your first Father’s Day.”

And just like that he freezes. His mouth opens, then closes, and he stares at their hands.

“You mean..? Tasha?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

He sits up, because he can’t think of what else to do right now and that seems like the next logical step. Wait. He should kiss her.

“You okay?”

“I need to brush my teeth,” he blurts out. Nearly tripping over the covers, he finds his way to the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush. The taste of mint and the trickle of water brings him back into focus.

You’re going to be a dad.

A baby.

He spits and rinses, staring into the mirror.

A dad.

Baby.

Natasha.

“You’re freaking out.” A smile tugs at her lips. She’s leaning casually against the door frame, watching him.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“No?“

“Okay, maybe a little,” he admits with a soft laugh.

She moves closer, and his arms wrap naturally around her waist. Can she hear his heart racing?

“How long did you know?”

“Two days.”

“Are you.. is this what you want?”

“Yes.” Her voice is certain as she draws back to look into his eyes. “We’ve talked about settling down. Having kids. Unexpected isn’t a bad thing.”

“Nat, I’m gunna be a dad. That’s so weird.“ She laughs as his hand finds her stomach again. “It doesn’t feel different.”

“Well the baby is probably like, the size of a peanut or something right now. It’s not going to.”

“Hey, Peanut.” Suddenly, he finds himself blinking back tears. “Aw, I’m supposed to be cool about this.”

Natasha ducks her head to wipe her own eyes, but now they’re both crying, and laughing, and it couldn’t be more perfect. Finally, they manage to get a breath. She speaks first.

“Steve and Tony are probably wondering where we are. Should we tell them the news over breakfast?”

“I don’t know if I can do it without getting choked up.”

“Me either.” He kisses her cheek, then her lips, not wanting to go just yet.

“Five more minutes? For composure?”

“For composure.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark

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indelibleevidence · 1 year

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Apparently I didn't do this the first time round (what was wrong with me?), so here are my 4x02 thoughts:

Really cool puzzles in this episode - both the magnetite map and the ATM have such great solutions. I wonder who came up with the creepy facial recognition gas-ATM.

I get why Patterson was so pissed at Boston to begin with this time around (the whole 'I coded a backdoor into Wizardville so I could snoop on people's phones' thing was a massive betrayal of trust, even if he then apologised and helped the team arrest his terrorist boyfriend), but why was Boston so mean to Kurt? 'You got one, Limpy!' I'd love to see you survive a gut shot, Boston (and let's be realistic, if they hadn't stopped the show at season 4.5, he probably would have gotten one, because gut shots are Blindspot's favourite injury - Mayfair, Jane, Roman, Patterson, Kurt, Keaton, Weitz...).

I've said it before and I'll say it again - as much as I love both Rich and Boston, the comedy gay couple/sassy gay friend trope makes me facepalm. I just don't get the sense in this episode that these men are attracted to each other, despite Rich's cooing. They have sibling chemistry, not ex-lovers who are still pining for each other, and they remind me of children squabbling over who gets the first cookie. 🙄 At least 4x08 goes a little way towards fixing that (until Rich ruins it by being a total asshole).

Remi's face when Sokolov describes the FBI as hamstrung by bureaucracy and ego is just awesome. She's like, 'Yep, this guy gets it.'

And again, the FBI's 'shoot first, ask questions later' policy comes back to bite them, because if Sokolov had lived, no 4x08... 🤷‍♀️ But also, I have no idea how they would have written it into the show, so...

The Remi and Roman scenes just made me so sad, because Remi is completely alone, talking to her brother who isn't there, trying to justify herself and her convictions (which we see at the start of 4x03, she isn't that sure of. 'Of course I can kill my husband...but not right now, that wouldn't be the right time.'

They really could have used the 'Zapata was on the plane, but not really' plot thread to make everyone cry, but they didn't bother. I wonder if they filmed a scene or two that were cut for length. I'll forever be sad that we never got any deleted scenes for seasons 4 or 5. 😭

Sometimes Blindspot is as subtle as a brick to the face with its cases and subplot parallels, but they did a great job with this episode. Sokolov being able to convince agents from multiple agencies to hand over documents, because there's no inter-agency cooperation, goes nicely with Keaton's complete lack of inter-agency cooperation re: Zapata (and why does it need to be kept so super secret that even a team working to take HCI Global down can't be read in, Keaton?). And Madeline's gleeful confession that she killed her husband pairs really well with Remi mixing up a little gift for Kurt at the end of the episode.

Audrey did so well with her 'I hate this undercover assignment' scene. Poor Tasha. Even though I don't see why Reade couldn't know, I do feel awful for her.

Madeline has such potential to be a great villain, but they just didn't bother to go anywhere meaningful with her. Helios was pretty masterful as a plan, but her underlying motives with her father are tissue-paper thin. :/ It makes all of the Helios arc feel kind of pointless, in retrospect. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio does a great job, but after Shepherd and Roman, Madeline is just meh. Plus Remi just steals the show with her plotting and scheming.

Remi turning an argument around on Kurt again is so much fun to watch, and especially the way she course-corrects with the giant eyes and 'I just want to help people, just like you' stuff. Makes me think of the Jane-as-Goth!Remi episode, where she's just overly bitchy. 😁

Brb, squeeing over every moment of Remi now! Especially her knowing that he'll be first through the door to save her, even though she doesn't remember anything about being in the field with him from being Jane.

#blindspot #blindspot rewatch 2023 #blindspot 4x02

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the-widow-sisters · 1 year

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Hello! Could you please do natasha and Kate with the prompt “I really need a hug.” or the punching the wall one?

Thanks!!

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! Tasha with Kate is always some good stuff 🥰🥰🥰

I hope y'all enjoy! 💖💖💖

Word Count: 1.2k+

Natasha raised up in bed, instinct gripping her as her senses made her aware of the fact that something was wrong.

To her surprise, Kate was not laying on the other side of her where she had been when Natasha, Yelena, and her had gone to sleep. Yelena was still snuggled into Natasha’s side, her body heat radiating comfortably against her, but Kate was nowhere in sight.

Kate had come over to spend the night with the widow sisters—a thing that she had been increasingly doing— and as they had been doing for a while now, Kate remained on one side of Natasha and Yelena was on the other. Yelena always made a large fuss about Kate stealing Natasha and taking her living, breathing body pillow, but there was never any bite in her words.

Natasha reached out wordlessly, feeling Kate’s spot in the bed and noticing that it was somewhat chilled. That told Natasha that she had been out of bed for a little while.

Natasha got up carefully, easing out from under the weight of Yelena’s arm so that she could raise up and move Yelena’s legs away from her own.

The woman then stood up, wordlessly maneuvering so that she had avoided all the creaks in the floor, and she headed over to the bathroom. She did not utter a word, but she softly knocked ever so slightly on the door, cracking it open but not looking inside in case Kate was in there. Quickly, she realized that the girl was not, so she headed out to search for Kate in the direction of the living room.

She quickly spotted the back of Kate’s head from where she was sitting on the couch, and Natasha quickly started to try to more consciously make noise as she walked so that she would not startle Kate.

As she walked around the side of the couch to join the girl, Kate looked at her quickly, some fear written in her features. However, as she realized it was only Natasha and that she was safe, she calmed.

However, as Natasha took in the presence of tears in the girl’s eyes, she was immediately concerned.

“Sorry,” Natasha whispered to her, apologizing for scaring her.

“Hey, Tasha,” Kate greeted, her voice unused and hoarse. Natasha moved nearer as she sat down slowly next to Kate, her eyes entirely concentrated on her youngest sister.

“I saw you got up… Are you okay?” Natasha questioned, and Kate just wet her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha softly asked her, her voice nothing but kind and gentle. Kate took in a deep breath, rubbing her face as she rested her lips against her hands. Her elbows were propped on her knees, and she was looking straight ahead, her eyes glassy.

“Just had a bad dream. It’s fine,” Kate murmured to her, and Natasha tilted her head sideways, trying to catch Kate’s gaze once more as she had when she startled her earlier.

“Want to talk about it?” Natasha offered gently, reaching out her hand tentatively and touching Kate’s leg. Kate glanced at her briefly, something akin to gratitude shining in her gaze, and she shook her head uncertainly.

“I don’t know, it’s just stupid. Kingpin and some old lady. It was just weird and didn’t make a lot of sense. I’ve never seen the old lady before, and she looked like she was Asian? But basically they were talking about Mom and then the dream flashed to something where people were beating her,” Kate recollected, and Natasha scanned her mind, trying to think of anyone who could match the description of the woman in Kate’s dream. She unfortunately was drawing a complete blank.

“It was awful, but it just… I don’t know. It felt so real. It was like something that really happened. Obviously not now, but in the past,” Kate told her, her voice thick as she spoke, and Natasha swallowed, thinking it over for a few moments.

“Dreams are strange, sweetheart. It wasn’t real, though,” Natasha tried to assure her, feeling terribly unhelpful but not quite sure how to make it any better given how Kate had seemed to take it so seriously. She hated to tell her it was not real because she herself did know that sometimes dreams were real.

“I just keep thinking about that time that she had a late day at work. I was about fifteen or so, and I stayed up that night waiting on her. She seemed so weird when she called me to tell me she’d be late, and it made me nervous even then,” Kate explained, a tear dripping down her face from where the wetness of her eyes had become too much, and Natasha simply listened to her. Kate reached up a hand to wipe the moisture away.

“When she came home, she was walking pretty stiffly. I asked her what happened, and she just said that her back was sore from sitting at her desk and typing for so long,” Kate told her, trailing off as she grew quiet. Natasha was wordless, just eyeing her youngest sister.

Kate sniffled, looking to the side as she blinked and tried to contain herself. However, she only succeeded in dislodging another tear from her eyes.

“I don’t know… I’m just so tired, and at this point, I just don’t even know what to think,” Kate shook her head as she wiped at her face once more.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” Natasha questioned, her voice matching Kate’s tone as she kept her words quiet and soft. She was willing to go to the ends of the earth for Kate if only to bring a smile to her face.

Kate looked over at her, those gunmetal blues looking positively tragic with how haunted they seemed.

“If it’s okay… I really need a hug,” Kate admitted pitifully, her tearstained face glistening just a little in the light of the lamp that was on next to the couch, and Natasha just looked at her with a certain fond exasperation in the midst of her soft concern.

“Angel, you don’t need to ask,” Natasha told her as she reached out to her, bringing her into her arms. Kate turned to more fully immerse herself in the embrace, hiding her face in Natasha’s neck.

Natasha softly scratched the back of her neck with her fingernails, kissing Kate’s head as she let her move even closer. Natasha shifted her body so that she was on the couch entirely, allowing Kate to pull herself so that she was between her legs and almost fully surrounded.

“I love you, sweetheart. You’re safe, and your mother is safe. She’s right where you saw her last,” Natasha assured her, and Kate just took in a deep breath of Natasha’s scent. Natasha felt Kate’s eyelashes flutter against her neck, and Natasha moved her hand to hold the back of her neck securely, pulling her forehead into her shoulder.

Kate let out a shuddering sigh, and Natasha kissed her head softly, pressing gentle affections in several spots along her hair as she tangled her fingers in the long, black hair.

“I love you, too… Can you maybe stay with me?” Kate whispered to her, the request tentative, and Natasha held her safely in her arms, tightening her grasp.

“Always.”

Natasha would be there as long as it took.

#natasha romanoff #kate bishop #black widow #widow sisters #yelena belova #black widow 2021 #avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #sisters #friendship #family #platonic

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thessalian · 8 months

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Faerun!Alisaie vs Rivington

Alisaie: Welp, how does it feel to be heading back home, Astarion?

Astarion: My master wants to kill me to become UberVamp; I want to kill him to become UberVamp. Which is all very well, but we're having to go through Rivington. I think I prefer the mindflayers. You go on with your usual party of do-gooders and I'll see you when we get out of Hovel-Town.

Alisaie: Oh, come on; Rivington's not that bad--

Rivington: *is full of refugees, potentially compromised Flaming Fists, and assholes*

Alisaie: ...I stand corrected.

Arfur: Get these refugees out of my mansion! What am I paying you for?!?

Alisaie: Waitaminit. I know you. You're not even going to be staying here; you'd never hang around in spot full of refugees and you have a standing reservation at various of Baldur's Gate's pleasure palaces. Why the fuck are you grudging these people a roof?

Arfur: ...Well ... it ... it's my roof!

Alisaie: Insight Queen calls bullshit, and Potion of Mind-Reading says you have Hidden Shit in the basement, so--

Arfur: Okay, fine; you don't want the mercenaries beating on these refugees, I'll send them after you instead! Get them!

Alisaie: ...*snrk* Heh. Hehehehehe. BWAHAHAHAHA!

Gale; Wyll; Shadowheart: *also various degrees of laughter*

Mercs: ...Okay, what?

Alisaie: *wiping her eyes* ...Ahahaha oh that's a good one. Right. Okay. Please understand that we've fought ... intellect devourers, an awful lot of undead--

Gale: Giant metal construct thing...

Shadowheart: Oh so many githyanki...

Wyll: Bandits, bugbears, goblins by the score...

Alisaie: And, fairly recently, the avatar of a death god. You guys sure he's paying you enough for this?

Mercs: Oh, we've heard about you. You talk a good game, but I call bullshit. Get 'em!

Stabnation: *ensues*

Stabnation: *is incredibly brief*

Alisaie: *wiping blood off her scimitar* Sooooo the refugees can stay. Right?

Arfur: I'm ... just ... going to go away now...

Shadowheart: We're about to go inspect that basement, aren't we.

Alisaie: You know me so well.

Awhile later, at a barn the Flaming Fist is using

Fist: Hey; you're not allowed in here!

Alisaie: TAKE ME TO YOUR TEDDY BEARS.

Fist: ...wut. Wait. WHY?

Alisaie: *chucks a rock at the box of teddy bears*

Teddy Bears: *explode*

Alisaie: THAT'S why.

Fist: ...The FUCK?!?

Alisaie: And before you ask, yes, I will investigate this because shit's bad enough without people blowing up small children. Okay, so how many people around here probably need help?

Fist: ...Basically everybody, since the temple shut its doors.

Alisaie: A temple to Ilmater shut its doors? The Temple of the Open Hand shut its doors to refugees?!?

Fist: Yeah ... I'mma just go ... over there now...

Wyll: We're about to go yell at some priests, aren't we?

Alisaie: YEP.

Down in the temple basement

Alisaie: I didn't think hollyphants were such assholes. And why didn't they just find someone who can speak with dead and ask the priest dude who actually killed him?!?

Shadowheart: They had a culprit. I suppose sometimes Lawful Good is Lawful Dense.

Alisaie: Well, before we go rummaging around for whatever entry point that red-cloaked dwarf used, I guess we should see about this amulet. Hey. Monkly dude. Here's that woman you were looking for. Well. Her tomb, anyway. It's been a while.

Laughing Monk: She's dead? I shall never know peace! Unless ... you wanted to take that curse on for me?

Alisaie: I have a tadpole in my head; I have enough rummaging around up here without being hit by Tasha's Hideous Laughter at fucking random. So ... no.

Laughing Monk: Too bad, so sad. I guess I'll just have to animate these corpses and kill you all.

Shadowheart: *Turn Undead* FUCK. OFF.

Laughing Monk: ...can ... we ... talk about this?

Alisaie: Talking time is over. NOW IS THE STABBING TIME.

Stabnation: *ensues*

In the tunnels, after yet more stabnation

Alisaie: Doppelgangers, and ... notes mentioning Orin. I guess murder-lady has to get her rocks off. Bitch.

Wyll: I mean, we have a name, but ... is this enough proof?

Alisaie: We have a name, orders, a murder weapon, and a key that I think I recognise. More investigation when we hit Baldur's Gate. Huh. I wonder if there's a way into the city down here - you know, without having to deal with whatever assholes are manning the gates and keeping refugees out.

Gale: All that's very well, but ... why is there a humanoid torso ... wearing ... a clown outfit?

Alisaie: We'll go check out the circus after we check this secret passage. I guess they're going to want their clown back.

And, outside

Alisaie: Welp. This isn't getting us to town. We should head back and--

Dying Merc: Help ... dying...

Alisaie: Yeah, sure. I mean, even without our healing spells, we could bathe in health potions at this point, so--

Dying Merc: No ... magic ... won't work...

Shadowheart: ...Do you call bullshit? I call bullshit.

Alisaie: I call mega-bullshit.

'Dying Merc': *changing into Orin* Oh, you are such babies. Give Gortash my love. Toodles! *poof*

Alisaie: ...Well ... fuck.

Gale: We ... should go back now. Right? I mean, we're not getting into Baldur's Gate this way--

Alisaie: That ship is carrying the shadow curse.

Wyll: ...waitwut. But we ended that!

Alisaie: I guess enough of it clung to that ship parked at Moonrise Towers, because now that ship is here. Aaaaaaand merc fight. Wanna join the merc fight?

Gale: I sort of don't want to join the merc fight--

Stone Lord Envoy: *throws a shrapnel bomb at the party*

Gale: OW! Buuuut I suppose we have no choice now. And I'll tell you this for nothing; my explosions are bigger! *throws Fireball*

Alisaie: Ah, when will men learn that size isn't everything?

Gale: ...Hush, you.

Stabnation: *ensues again some more*

Alisaie: *turns to Nine-Finger Envoy Corpse* Okay, you. Those Stone Lord people won't talk; you tell me what the fuck is going on!

Nine-Finger Envoy Corpse: They came ... seeking something valuable... Treading on our territory... Didn't even pay the toll, the assholes...

Alisaie: ...Welp. That's another group looking for our artefact, I'd bet. Now let's check that ship for anything valuable and then we can head back. We need to see a circus about a clown corpse and sort out whatever other mess we need to before hitting the Gate proper.

Gale: I need a nap.

Alisaie: You can have a song.

Gale: ...Good compromise.

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